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EXIT
ing Existing
?
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.
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𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐈𝐗 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝘓𝘐𝘒𝘌𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗩𝗬 LIQUID DRIPS LIGHTLY DUSTED from a
⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊ ° 𔒥
⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥͜⸩ ⬤° 𔒥
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ཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾཾ
⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊
⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊
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⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̜̹̜̹̜̹̥̊
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