BRAIN VOMIT

Infinity

ɪs EXIT ing Existing ?

Trapped in a vessel
Running in FEAR from FREEDOM
Floating around accidentally in Limbo
ᴘʟᴀᴛᴇᴀᴜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ɪɴғɪɴɪᴛᴇ ᴛᴀɴɢᴇɴᴛ circles
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

LISTEN
&
SILENT

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

🅻🅴🆃 GO

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

Binfinity & BEYOND

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 BOX.

In debt paying for a BOX to live in.

Bainwashed by a BOX

to buy things that come in BOXES

with funds locked away in a BOX.

Eventually you die in your BOX

and pay twice as much

for another BOX only a fraction of the size.

FROM THE🆆🅾🅼🅱

TO THE🆃🅾🅼🅱,

LIFE IS JUST AWAITING🆁🅾🅾🅼.

Trapped in a TRAPEZOID

BOXING RINGS

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

And the

MORAL LESSON

of the story is that

LESS is MORE

MORE or LESS

Man-Made of Real Imitation

Artificial Organics

& Synthetic Naturals

ACTUAL FABRICATIONS GROWN IN MANUFACTURED ENVIRONMENTS

I hate being the only known species that contemplates its existence…

…Now I'm contemplating the contemplation of my own existence

third hand contemplation

from a first person perspective

Fourth Person Point of View

I keep forgetting that I already know

I want to eat my way out of myself…

swallow myself inside out from the outside in.
eating myself while being eaten by myself…

choking to death on myself from within.

Most things are EDIBLE but not always CHEWABLE though If you can chew it, you can swallow it but it's not always DIGESTIBLE

WHY WON'T THE BEAT DROP?

𓆣
INSECT OVERLORDS
are desguised as
REPTILIAN UNDERLORDS
𓆈

We are caterpillars

always in contemplation.

They wear silk slippers to silence the mind in a cocoon of trust.

Only then can they transcend dimensions and flutter by into dust.

Time is of essence essentially easy to escape

The essence is in senses.

Uninterested in terrestriance.

Only extra terrestrials need more land.

Our frequency of frequently questioning the quest we are quilting is infectious to our affection.

In effect, we have fabrications of material matter fluxing light and dark by deflecting defecations, inflecting infections, reflecting refluxions, and refracting reactions.

A sorrow awareness consequences our consciousness with conscience

…And thus Karma is born.

I have

A DICTIONary

ADDICTION

”AVOID A VOID”

-Gravity

You need

CONSTANT PATIENCE

FOR CONSTIPATION

CAFFEINE COFFIENDS

WORD WARFARE

Dropping Bombs by Talking Shit

Words are Weapons of Mass Defecation.

Weapons of Ass Discussion.

Get Butt hurt over Word Wounds.

Sewers are Sowers

-Septic perception

Tuning forks are pitch forks<

for small favors
Thank GOD
for large favors
Hail SATAN

HOW FAR?

doesnot ask to measure
DISTANCE or DURATION.
Instead it begs to question
the extent of one's
DETERMINATION.

Listen to your heart…

…. you’ll get hurt

Overthinking with your head…

…takes too long and you'll be dead

So follow your gut…

…it will always save your butt

LE'GO YOUR EGO

Hands down the shittiest shit i ever shot•••

•You got a point when your on track

Lif℮

is not a problemto be solved

It is an expression to simplify.

I stopped drawing and started painting with words. I call it language arts.

SOUNDS MADE UP

It is make believe until you make me believe it.

Spider Silk Corn Cob Webs

Bio-necro-illuminascention

Permanenlightently infinilluminated

$̸LAB CiTY

WHERE THINGS NEVER LAST BUT PEOPLE NEVER LEAVE

Freedom is alie

where your dreams go to die

ANCIENT VIBRATIONAL ENERGY TESTING IN THIS OBSIDIAN ABYSS WITH MAGMA PLASMA

THIS IS WHERE

DREAMS YOUR DREAMS COULD ONLY DREAM OF DREAMING

START TO SPILL CONTAMIMAGINATIONS OUT INTO REALITY.

REALITY GETS REALLY REAL REALLY FAST

WHEN PROJECTED FROM THE REELS OF BOTH YOUR DAY DREAMS AND NIGHT TERRORS.

NO IMAGINARIUM CAN CAPACITATE THE FLUX OF

A CRAYON BOX OF INFINITE COLOURS.

EGONOMICS →The COST of FREEDOM:

•ALL YOUR STUFF POSSESSIONs POSSESS sessions

•YOUR MIND InSanity in salinity

•ALL INSPIRATION dreaming for meaning

•YOUR HOPE destination desperation

…AND EVENTUALLY

•YOUR SOUL

EVIL TASTES LIKE CHOCOLATE

Just Another Day in PARADOX

DO NOT FEED THE SOFAS

R A I N B O W S
-are MOLDY LIGHT-

ROTTING BEAMS of PURE DECAYING DECADENCE

DECOMPHOTOVISION

FREE WILL POWER

free will power

The ”LITHIUM” desert is ”IN BLOOM” ”IN UTERO” of planet ”TERRA” and it “SMELLS LIKE TEAM SPIRIT” -Nirvana

To talk about the

ELEPHANT IN THE ROOM
you have to let the
CAT OUT OF THE BAG

OBSTACLE INTRUSIONS
are only
OPTICAL ILLUSIONS

DAMN GIRL
what you got in dem Genes?
Must be
CARCINOGENETICS
cuz dat ass is killin me like
SECOND GENERATION CANCER.

May the joke be with you

I was supposed to drown in dreams and then you were going to die of boredom

You have the most refracting piece of part of the hole.

You have the thing that's missing from the realest shit you ever saw on some shit you never see.

Euthanasia for the youth in Asia

GOD
A brilliance so strong that it destroys itself even, but leaves behind Beauty as Nature.

Insect ultralords interdimensionally tailored every bit of this sensory stimulus called
REALITY

MYCOTHEOLOGY
the taboo of the fungi

Dragons speak through vibrations produced only by cat purrs as they watch through the eyes of monitor lizards

To make space,
anti-matter

Space-time perpendiculum

Dandelions are to thistles as otters are to mustelids

Camels are to cactias humans are to cannabis

This is only going to tickle just an itchy bit

Erotic Manipulations
Toxic Mutilationsa
Exotic Mutations

Evolve… or Die.

The sound of her voice tastes like the smell of guavas

Leverage is stationary momentum as is Torque in rotational motion.

If you give me your word you still have to keep it

Nowadays people are TOO DIGITAL for an ANALOG ANALAGY

Needless to say it seams weave been spun back in the loom again

Trust the Rust

All that remains are stains from the rains

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° 𔒥 ⸨͜⸨̰̬̬̥͜⸨̹̜̹̜̹̜̥̥̊͜͡⸨̬̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̊͜͜͡͡⸩̬̬̬̥̬̬̥̥̬̬̥̈͜͡͡⸩̰̬̬̥͜⸩

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