Thursday, July 26, 2012

meyou-brainuniverse

local ripplings of the vast (sometimes scaley) everchanging one,

I am I see, am sort of experimenting or art projecting or viewing point touristlight telescoping noblously thunderousing

hand opens window, then the nail holds the window open

the everpassing present in the place from the past (generating presentfuture, futurepresent into past)

ah the scent of indigenous tryptamine rainbow consciousnessing

coolmorning summerthursday

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