[schiz꩜phrenic] Brain Vomit



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  EXIT ing Existing ?

𝓡𝗲𝐢𝐧𝒄𝗮𝒓𝒏𝗮𝒕𝗶𝗼𝙣 is 𝓡𝗲𝐢𝐧𝒄𝗮𝒓𝒄𝗲𝐫𝗮𝐭𝒊𝒐𝒏 ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜɪs 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙈 ɪs ᴀ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙊𝙉
𝓞𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝓑𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔
𝕎𝔼 𝔸ℝ𝔼 B𝗼𝗿𝗻 D𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴

Trapped in a vessel
Running in FEAR from FREEDOM
𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐨
ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴀᴜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢᴇɴᴛ ⓒⓘⓡⓒⓛⓔⓢ
Everything feels the same
...it is...
Figments of imagination in a nonexistent mind
NEVER REALLY DEAD OR BORN



ᐧ•WE DO NOT EXIST•ᐧ

Life is a

𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬

DEAD END  street

and we are merely

drivers in a traffic jam

waiting in line

and rushing to pass.

There is a reason

🄻🄸🅂🅃🄴🄽
&
🅂🄸🄻🄴🄽🅃

are spelled with the same letters.

I would rather be a puzzle piece than part of a puzzle.

My mind is like a boomerang…

A karmatosed lingering mind shadow

Like a spider stuck to it's own web.

I think I'm just thinking too much about what I should think of what I should think to say.

𝕨𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤


Indisposed in a disposable world.

You may not be able to polish a turd

but you can fertilize a garden.

Even flowers still grow from shit.

The Funk Floats

where the Flux Flows

Every drain is a faucet

ᐧ•METHAMBITIONS•ᐧ

𝗘𝗫𝗜𝗧 and Begin

Leave the Parasite ALONE to DIE

Get to the UNOBTAINIUM

Chroℕ𝕠𝗹𝗼𝗴𝗶𝗰 Circumventures.

𝗦𝗟𝗔𝗕 𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗬 

is Trail Mix:

as it is centered between

chocolate & salt

and full of NUTS

You gotta let it BE

before you can SEE 

the WHOLE SEA of HOLES

at the bottom of the HOLY SEA.

𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗦𝗬𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗜𝗭𝗘𝗦 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗢𝗦.
ᴮᵁᵀ ᵂᴱ ᴹᴬᴷᴱ ᴼᵁᴿ ᴼᵂᴺ DESTINY.

The world is a golfish bowl

and we are all goldfish…

…cheesy baked crackers

with the same face but different names

All things are Matter

but No things do  Matter

🅻🅴🆃 🄶🄾

 of matter mattering

for you're merely mirroring 

your own mirror shattering.

𓆗 

Stop looking & start

HEARING with your FEELERS

In hindsight,

you should've

watched your back

B∞finity & BEY♾ND

Boof your own time capsule

for a FREE time lapse

down the RABBIT HOLE

Pulled out from a MAGIC SHOW HAT

MILK BLOOD & HONEY

viscous coagulation of translucid fluid

♬♫♪♩

𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐧𝐱 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐮𝐠

𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

 𓆧

CALIFORNIA

where palm trees and pine trees collide

TREES DIVE IN AND OUT OF THE GROUND IN GOLDEN GATE PARK

LIKE SERPENT DRAGONS WITH SCALES MADE OF BARK

Vines like veins - both stretching the length of limbs.

“WHY DO MOTHS EAT CLOTHES?”

"Because there isn't much else to eat inside of a closet."

“THEN WHY DO MOTHS EVEN LIVE INSIDE CLOSETS?”

"Because that's where people tend to leave the lights on."

Two half brains

DO NOT make

a whole brain.

They only make a

quarter of brain

because

½ × ½ = ¼

𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐧

You cant spell 

SLUMBER

 without LUMBER 

SO SLEEP LIKE A LOG.

LETHAL LETHARGY

Be a homie, not a housie
.

0⁻¹

KOOL-AID Man is GOD

𝑊𝑎𝑙𝑑𝑜

You are a

 butterfly 

and I am a

 spider.

Take that how you will

The Sands of Time 

Spill Silver Dust into Dreams.

The DreamWeaver Spins a Web

 Dripping from the Seams.

Strands of Liquid Silk Pour from the

MilkyWay in Streams.

Stars Trail across Skies 

Keeping Time in Celestial Cream

And sew it seems 

weave become part of the seam.

The seams seem to be leading through timE

… from star to star …

in your dreams.

You know, the kind of DREAMS

only your DREAMS’ DREAMS could ever DREAM of DREAMING?

𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗥

🜂🜃🜁🜄🜂🜃🜁🜄🜂🜃🜁🜄🜂🜃🜁🜄🜂🜃🜁

Why is Everything 🅱🅾🆇🅴🆂?

Born from your moms 🄱🄾🅇.

In debt paying for a 🄱🄾🅇 to live in.

Bainwashed by a 🄱🄾🅇

to buy things that come in 🄱🄾🅇🄴🅂

with funds locked away in a 🄱🄾🅇.

 Eventually you die in your 🄱🄾🅇

and pay twice as much

 for another 🄱🄾🅇 only a fraction of the size.

🄵🅁🄾🄼 🅃🄷🄴 🆆🅾🅼🅱

🅃🄾 🅃🄷🄴 🆃🅾🅼🅱,

🄻🄸🄵🄴 🄸🅂 🄹🅄🅂🅃 🄰 🅆🄰🄸🅃🄸🄽🄶🆁🅾🅾🅼.

𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕋ℝ𝔸ℙ𝔼ℤ𝕆𝕀𝔻

🄱🄾🅇🄸🄽🄶 ⓇⒾⓃⒼⓈ

Box Box Box Box Box.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝗖 𝗢 𝗟 𝗢 𝗨 𝗥 𝗦  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐗

𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬 LIQUID DRIPS

 LIGHTLY DUSTED from a

ℱ𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊      ° 𔒥

⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥͜⸩       ⬤° 𔒥

° •° 𔒥

   ⬤° 𔒥

                                           ⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥̹̹̟̹̟̹̟̹̩̥̥̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̬̥̬̥̥̟̥̬̊͜͡ˌ⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̬̬̥̬̥̬̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥̥̥̥̬̥̟̹̟̹̟͜⸩ ཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾ             ⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊       

⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊                     

         °                                                         𔒥                                   ⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥͜⸩

⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊                                                  

⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥̹̹̟̹̟̹̟̹̩̥̥̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̬̥̬̥̥̟̥̬̊͜͡ˌ⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̬̬̥̬̥̬̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥̥̥̥̬̥̟̹̟̹̟͜⸩ ཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾ𔒥 

⬤°•𔒥