Alien Love Songtext
von Spacetime Continuum

Hello...
So, that was like an introduction, ha ha!
Now for some preaching to the choir on the subject of:
How come it is that the further in you go, the bigger it gets?
I remember the very, very first time I smoked DMT.
It was sort of a benchmark, you might say.
And I remember that this friend of mine that always got there first,
Visited me with this little glass pipe,
And this stuff which looked like orange mothballs.
And since I was a graduate of Dr.
Hofmann′s, I figured there were no surprises.
So the only question I asked was how long does it last?
And he said, About five minutes.
So, I did it.
And...
There was uh, something like a flower.
Like a chrysanthemum in orange and yellow that sort of spinning.
Spinning.
And then, it was like I was pushed from behind and I fell through the
Chrysanthemum into another place


That didnt seem like a state of mind.
It seemed like another place.
And what was going on in this place (aside from the tastefully
Soffited indirect lighting and the crawling hallucinations along the
Domed wall), what was happening was that there were a lot of
Beings in there,
A lot of what I call self-transforming machine elves.
Sort of like jeweled basketballs all dribbling their way toward me.
And if they had faces they wouldve been
Grinning at me, but they didnt have faces.
And they assured me that they loved me,
And they told me not to be amazed, not to give way to astonishment.
And so I watched them,
Even though I wondered if maybe I hadnt really done it this time!
And what they were doing,
Was they were making objects come into
Existence by singing them into existence.
Objects which looked like Faberge eggs from Mars,
Morphing themselves with Mandaean alphabetical structures.
They looked like the concrescence of linguistic intentionality put
Through a kind of hyperdimensional
Transform into three-dimensional space.
And these little machines offered themselves to me.
And I realized when I looked at them,
That if I could bring just one of these little
Trinkets back, nothing would ever be quite the same again.
And I wondered where am I?
And what is going on?
And it occurred to me that these must be holographic viral
Projections from an autonomous
Continuum that was somehow intersecting my own.
And then I thought,
A more elegant explanation would be to take it at face value,
And realize that I had broken into an ecology of souls,
And that somehow I was getting a peek over the other side.
Somehow, I was finding out that thing,
That you cheerfully assume you cant find out...
But it felt like I was finding out.
And it felt...
And then I cant remember what it felt like because the little
Self-transforming tikes interrupted me and said, Dont think about it.
Dont think about who we are-- think about doing what were doing.
Do it!
Do it now.
Do it!