Swinton the Scorpio

Saw hypnotic visions of Tilda Swinton, bouncing through my brain as I tripped out on a bagel, soaked with high quality CannaButter. Tilda in some fancy, $2000 maroon flavored dress, arm and arm with me in some royal 15th century Scottish castle. A fire pit, at least 15 feet in length, burning tirelessly, seemingly for the last 100 years. Constantly throughout this night time reverie, her off world eyes hold my attention with focused determination. This stare engulfed in some carnal longing, a longing that she is never ashamed to express around me. A longing that could be expressed by a newly found passionate wife, so eager to please and eager to express her love, that as her knight may be entering this castle. her mind races as to the quickest way to meet him and throw her moist lips around his royal shaft.

Then later on that same night, in reality, I came across a lower income, heavier version of Tilda. Red hair and similar eyes, however this was an interesting bout of synchronicity to happen within a few hours. Cannabutter reverie meets quarter pounder with cheese nowness, kind of a downer. Tilda Swinton! What a perfect name, that of a sleek bird, gracefully appearing in marijuana induced haze smoke. “What family of bird is that from? It’s actually from the family Swinton and that particular breed is the Tilda Secundas.” I’m no bird lover, but you get the idea.

It’s really about her androgyonous looks, hair, alien eyes, eyes set to infinity, that disarms me. Her look doesn’t really get me horny or overboard in that way, it’s more a human fascination. Not necessarily attractive in the American model that has dominated for the last 50 years or so.  A beauty of attraction built on the fringes of our own galaxy, 100 years of its time, so hard to decode and understand. But I and many others I’m sure have this tingle in their soul over what future beauty may end up looking like.


One thought on “Swinton the Scorpio

  1. I write a blog about my experiences, voyages in search of altered states of consciousness with the hope of finding a deeper meaning in life. I take cannabis to re-discover myself. When one approaches a ‘high’, it is as if all the leaks through which we fritter away our vital energy and self-awareness (such as lust, indiscriminate desires and negative emotions) start getting plugged as our consciousness begins to gather itself and fold inwards. I feel that I could use this reservoir of vital energy (prana) to channelize it in any directions that I wanted. I could use it to give wings to my imagination or for sexual pleasure or to contemplate on higher realities of human existence.

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