Indeed. This screen, radiant light source, fake facade, angular and twisted in an odd sense. Stretched out, towards me? perhaps, but that time has passed, that which was soaked, drenched in ego and blind names: words (sounds, vibrations) misguided. And time as well! Oh the sorrow which we've given that endless sensation, that which carries the very source of motion. Current. Soaring through a light oblivion which migrates all hollowed drowning seams, that which seems to be lost, yes, in each of us.
Who's to know anywise. Things shine and shingles fall: that bind the sensational heart, oh that magestry which knows the soars of the windless whispers between silences.
I'll leave this here for now...
(24 mins later)
After most all the lights are shut off, there's a new breath to the enclosure, apartment rather. There's a fine variety of art work my friend has collected, some lit in a certain way, intentional? who knows.
Either way, some of it is down right awe inspiring...haha under these conditions at least. Who likes to leave a paper trail anyhow?
Girly kept starin at me no matter which perspective I was at
An array of things sit on the table in front of me, some speaking amongst each other. Now I just tuned into that world for a slight eternity...but it must go on! the transformation must still persist! Origami hit my mind, was forgotten (or rather left behind in that realm of consciousness during the brief infinitum), and then came back with a soiree of colors. Odd how words form sounds in the mind and then reacquaint themselves with another spelling: the correct as some would claim. La-Di-Daaa!h!
Here's Jesus relaxin with me, he's a bit out of focus but my hand just didn't stay steady. With the rest of the visual world waving and weaving, it just wasn't happenin
also...
The latest in faux home protection!
VICIOUS!
Suddenly the bright (BRIGHT!) idea strikes me, some music would be lovely. Luckily I'm in a DJ's home so there are some proper ear phones. Encapsulating my entire head, mind, entity.
Eyes closed, captured in real time, give me a second and i'll give it a try, an attempt...:
fingers touch all day long, whimsical spores of endless informiations covered in goldenpink words where even the solid bends to mountains, pyramids in the morn, morning tilt of smiles, wrapped in every single spatial matter, ....the twilring pa tt er n, song change.
pirate clowns befooled into a day long galant adventure towards the hidden seizure of joy, ectasy in the wild winds where blending notions know no better than to believe in the whims.
spotted specked open, no cordial dear light to watch but the sun is coming and some things never really last as the sounds pass. bleeding the fool's patience and sanity in believeing in hope.
And here's the view from my homeboy Japson's pad at a bit after 6am
Upon waking up, there's a horribly caught, perhaps stuck is a better word to use in this case, clot of phlegm that's between my throat and nose and hinders all swallowing by casting an odd sensation, a thick, gunky one. I suppose I'll end this tiny venture for a bit.
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