Have a side of beat breaker with your Meleagris gallopavo
Sight
Sound
a pair of eyes and ears pick up their legs and s t r e t c h
the internet, Self-created universe within a universe. took inspiration from, imitated, unknowingly, some few very-much-knowingly, saw and seemed to know we could, would parallel those parallaxed galaxies and far reaching darkness of gases spewing hot air like a factory eliminates elements chopped and mixed creating heat for our heat in the cold that's just like outer space inner-human space run warm by heart and cells, boxes taken from far up onto the screens that now share in eyes, divide us in our reality of a race to fill that time and bring back the formulas from the minds of a few, a whole book of many, geniuses of one mind, no matter their subject they touched it, felt it, created, engaged with the space and had to take it, reshape, manifest and share it down to earth where as above so below slowly making progress a raging drive to one day find their ride was up, coming back to complete the tale they, you, me, she, he, us, them, we, or give me an article i'll clothe the infinity of possibility you guessed it the grammer is my little way of structuring, sentencing, see-can-you-hear-read-speak-what-i'm-imagining kinda tale, the same one one never knew he had started, needed finishing, never-knowing reborn a million eons worth uncountable lives and bones and explosions of re-wind, re-do, continues faster and faster spinning slower than after the same way those places run from us, those places but to where hit-they 'borders'? it is, is it what i just heard? as i typed the words they played in the speaker of 'Shinjiro' by DJ Krush that sings of flight same timing makes it more than right senses whizzing, breath buzzing, fingers tapping, head is bobbing, everything moving in unity to the music the breath plays out what words i want to choose as they get spewed a written moment is sick what an ugly word to describe something this beautiful, no, scratch sick, as blank blank FUCKING full as is infinite imagination. like the black moved towards the speed of light that sits outside our exosphere's door, past the last planet the scope could possibly catch in its man-created eye of glass. Google records our little earth-bound world, which, waking up to the forces of elements and sun-burning motions, into itself it may just one day crash, crush, sucked in to explode out like a self-destructing volcano of compressed heat reaching maximum peak gravity, push and pull of the space around it, a comet crosses the path, sends water up and over - move aside for the crater, canyon greater than itself by more than half, ripples past the seabed of earth, what one day may be, i'll let deep impact take care of that for me, breaking all those pages of information flowing faster than red-eye shift. songs playing move in waves out from a click of an artists imagination onto a page sequenced, corresponding, cooperating into movement of the eyes over fingers on keys, drums, strings, buttons, made to step to the bodies on the dance floor in the ears of the many surrounded by one room, walls, outside are those night stars looking from beyond the unfulfillable mind's gap and it screams to carry it just that much farther
Sound
a pair of eyes and ears pick up their legs and s t r e t c h
the internet, Self-created universe within a universe. took inspiration from, imitated, unknowingly, some few very-much-knowingly, saw and seemed to know we could, would parallel those parallaxed galaxies and far reaching darkness of gases spewing hot air like a factory eliminates elements chopped and mixed creating heat for our heat in the cold that's just like outer space inner-human space run warm by heart and cells, boxes taken from far up onto the screens that now share in eyes, divide us in our reality of a race to fill that time and bring back the formulas from the minds of a few, a whole book of many, geniuses of one mind, no matter their subject they touched it, felt it, created, engaged with the space and had to take it, reshape, manifest and share it down to earth where as above so below slowly making progress a raging drive to one day find their ride was up, coming back to complete the tale they, you, me, she, he, us, them, we, or give me an article i'll clothe the infinity of possibility you guessed it the grammer is my little way of structuring, sentencing, see-can-you-hear-read-speak-what-i'm-imagining kinda tale, the same one one never knew he had started, needed finishing, never-knowing reborn a million eons worth uncountable lives and bones and explosions of re-wind, re-do, continues faster and faster spinning slower than after the same way those places run from us, those places but to where hit-they 'borders'? it is, is it what i just heard? as i typed the words they played in the speaker of 'Shinjiro' by DJ Krush that sings of flight same timing makes it more than right senses whizzing, breath buzzing, fingers tapping, head is bobbing, everything moving in unity to the music the breath plays out what words i want to choose as they get spewed a written moment is sick what an ugly word to describe something this beautiful, no, scratch sick, as blank blank FUCKING full as is infinite imagination. like the black moved towards the speed of light that sits outside our exosphere's door, past the last planet the scope could possibly catch in its man-created eye of glass. Google records our little earth-bound world, which, waking up to the forces of elements and sun-burning motions, into itself it may just one day crash, crush, sucked in to explode out like a self-destructing volcano of compressed heat reaching maximum peak gravity, push and pull of the space around it, a comet crosses the path, sends water up and over - move aside for the crater, canyon greater than itself by more than half, ripples past the seabed of earth, what one day may be, i'll let deep impact take care of that for me, breaking all those pages of information flowing faster than red-eye shift. songs playing move in waves out from a click of an artists imagination onto a page sequenced, corresponding, cooperating into movement of the eyes over fingers on keys, drums, strings, buttons, made to step to the bodies on the dance floor in the ears of the many surrounded by one room, walls, outside are those night stars looking from beyond the unfulfillable mind's gap and it screams to carry it just that much farther
To share with others that feeling -- to make other people feel as ecstatically, orgasmically good as you feel when you feel that good.
And finding ways to get to "that good", no matter the occasion.
And finding ways to get to "that good", no matter the occasion.
"It’s when you are nothing that you can be everything, it’s when you have nothing that in truth you have everything, it's not about being in someone else’s shoes rather it’s about wearing no shoes at all, having no style then you are free to own every style. There is no one modality that works, well actually none of them do, depending on whom you are choosing to be in each moment then any modality can work for you, life has nothing to do with what you think it does, meaning has no meaning until it does, nothing matters until you make it matter, thoughts are irrelevant until you choose them to have relevance and you are never who you think you are, rather you are everything that you cannot think of."
7 tbsp. of color
4 cups of element
5 tsp. of sense
7-8 notes
1 drop (.6 ml) imagination-concentrate (a little goes a long way)
2 pairs of limbs (to intensify the flavor add another 2 pairs. beware, any more than 4 pairs can cause extreme indigestion)
3 heaping tbsp. mischief
8 cups (liquid measurement) curiosity
26 letters (use those in season but if you wish pick up your favorite- or go for exotic characters from around the world)
6 oz. adventure
11 tsp. baking soda (or other sodas, i.e. pepsi, 7-up, coke, sprite--the fizzy stuff)
2 sheets of paper
4 poles (aka directions)
10 fingers (to intensify flavor add another 10)
1 9lb. hammer
1 box of non-industrial grade nails
preheat to 98.6 degrees.
blend in no specific order.
then,
4 cups of element
5 tsp. of sense
7-8 notes
1 drop (.6 ml) imagination-concentrate (a little goes a long way)
2 pairs of limbs (to intensify the flavor add another 2 pairs. beware, any more than 4 pairs can cause extreme indigestion)
3 heaping tbsp. mischief
8 cups (liquid measurement) curiosity
26 letters (use those in season but if you wish pick up your favorite- or go for exotic characters from around the world)
6 oz. adventure
11 tsp. baking soda (or other sodas, i.e. pepsi, 7-up, coke, sprite--the fizzy stuff)
2 sheets of paper
4 poles (aka directions)
10 fingers (to intensify flavor add another 10)
1 9lb. hammer
1 box of non-industrial grade nails
preheat to 98.6 degrees.
blend in no specific order.
then,
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