You shed your ghost everyday you turn over your covers

There is a red ray of sunlight that hits your cheek and starts the memories again

Of what it means to be a walker and talker

There is an uncertainty at first

And then it starts to grow

You do not know from where but something starts to occur

Like a light rumbling you get a signal

And it starts to happen

Never knowing what direction it will hit

You can withstand it and it envelopes you shortly

There will be little for you left to hold onto

Maybe a kind thought or just a fragment

Left by the last time you found yourself in such a state

It cripples you to the ground

You have no defense

You give up in the end or end up chanting to calm yourself to the point of numbness

This will pass is all that you can say when it happens

While you stand up in the middle of the storm

This will pass

And you wait and wait

There is a slowly quieting that occurs when you start to relax

This relaxation is hard to find in the middle of such a horrible time

This time gets so confusing that there is little known remedy

The company of someone, music or something to touch

A hard ground to stand on

Something real

To pull you back down to the earth again

A chore

If it be that simple

Someone telling you to do something

To serve

To have the help of another to navigate your thoughts

Like a car swerving off the road

It is that real

Or sometimes it is a complete beauty

Like the sky has opened up and the mysteries that be, start to tickle and fancy you

You play and you are charmed with the delight of several sages

Like a candle you burn brighter as if the room was a bit warmer on a spring early evening

The room itself starts to dance

And you feel in love

In love with the whole

There is no evil the devil has left the room

You stand fearless and alive in awakened pleasure

Your mind wanders to the patterns that start to appear in the ceiling

You flourish like the plant getting its much needed sunlight

The light breeze rustles your leaves

Meeting tomorrow many are missing

On Monday

Well yeah

Many were away

Days before

Which is temporary

Don’t we have a name

Put something on it

Anything and come and visit us

200 and 200

dripping with academia

daunting

private for you to see

awesome

we’re number one

breaking me back in again

like a fix

or a fit

serpent

a dodger

a rebel on to see the first instance

a table

a glass

a candle

a beer

the legs keep moving like smooth feet

over the cobbles

a running stream

a wet wild run

through the farmland

a harmony

a place to feel calm

this is the new institution

a place where we can melt back down and purify

with the leaves and the sticks of the field worker

a runner

a Wildman

with mud on his back

one without clothes on his back

keep on dancing you wild fool

a clandestine future

I saw Cecilia in India

Send them to someone else you know

The man who smoked quite a lot

An Arvin

Some of his designs

I agree that any students or whatever

We got money and advancement

A decent collaboration

That ex

That con

I was gonna

Offer you some

Was it worth the money?

Navigating the stair and stereo

Certainly in my areas

It never stops

The indications

The stopping

The plethoration

Sustainable events that allude to something conclusive

That may include the type of ramblings of a hermit

Or the excitement of a primary school teacher

Or the coma like experience of the bar

It decreases the nerve endings down to the boiled pitch of dramatic

Explanations

These then reconcile themselves into a culture of washing and wishing

There is a correspondence to the time of legislature of the layers

Each One going further to the core than the last

Until finally the hard work comes to a complete stop

As the admittance of one of the chiefs working

Decides to redecorate the abstract thoughts of the mind

This doesn’t sit well with the others and that causes an up rise

The workers give up all general hope and work ethic

This gets settled again when the original idea comes gleaming through

That idea was pinned to the wall in which they were working

It reminded them of a time of great pleasure

Working toward the common goal

They started work again getting back to this central theme

The pressure this time was greater

There was this idea of fasting while the work continued

Time starts now

There are areas of the forest that control the prologue to the entrance of the heart.

They can’t fuck with me there is no reason

Last spring they came up with this idea of a treatment

Process that coheres to the transparent nature of symphonics

There in the middle of the lawn I saw the creeping lizard

The beautiful expression on her face

I examined the possibility of recovering the last thought I had

After examining the possibility of recovery

Who could ask this of us?

We really just wanted somewhere to stay and some food to eat

And they responded with a short stack of pancakes

These filled us up for the rest of the night

Moving back to the previous topic there was a conclusion during the intermission

The fasting plethora

Avocado shakes

The fat splinters we got by running too fast across the wooden floor

It exists without the smearing of the PHD as if it lies in some matter-a-fact way

Again back to the list of faults and complaints

You will only find a rumor of a fault line the editing was never a thought

There are meant to be the fat parts of lazy and incomprehensible life

The cognition hits your eyes

This is the red alert that something is happening

This signal reminds you of something that you saw once

This hint of an experience evokes a feeling or an action or an image

This image creates little narratives inside other narratives that the story repeats

This mirror inside a mirror is a replication

This fault line occurs when there is something obstructing the two mirrors

The two mirrors are people’s cognition

A full diary of deeds on both sides and filled with frustration of communication in between

There is this time of exchange where you are in and out of concentration

All depending on what you are ready for and how long you can stomach something like how we waste so much time in front of the computer

Fucking around on the internet and all those images of Jesus and cats in comic and serious poses

There is something divine in the constant flow of information that comes in the form of sound image and language

And there was no reason that we couldn’t stop listening

There was this draft that came between us in the topic of language

That was when I decided to hide and run away from the thoughts and the compulsions of the time table

The chart that we had set up and used for transitioning the topics

Knocked over and trampled by the type of incoherent gargle

Listing that running dance of glass and break points

A measure of sugar to an extend the language to a symbolic nudge

The nudge into structure

Keep up the dance

Running between the lines of darkness of nothing said

The evening feeling the bed sheets touching your toes

Fully tucked-in souls of compression

Our feet stamping on the floor of the kitchen

Breaking the pots and pans with the plates tumbling down

There is a glass and particle screech of chimes and tones

And the relaxed state of full panic, the eye of the stormnato

Unlike the kind of replication of a simple wood stove

Four points of the compass and the four starting points of the cross

A banner to the republic

Commissioned to represent a fact and fiction of uncontrollable pill poppers

Regulating the jumps of small vehicles in parking spaces

Using the structure of the car park to reinvent your nervous system

The speed of travel between spaces and the fast type of parking

Used as an academic coagulation of ideas and meaning

This means that you can free up your afternoon for some sunshine times

And book leisure

Be selfish

Let go of the intentions of charity and reserve your nature of kindness

On the down low talking shit

Do not get up for games

There is no playing for the real life, only usage of tables

Spanning your hands across the compass’s targets

At last communicating the stance that you took earlier on poverty

A lasting quality of reincarnation needed to suspend the belief

Feeling hard again with the urge to lock all doors and sit in a chair with a handgun

Waiting for the first person to enter in full paranoia

Loosening up again to the free floating form of suicide and the delivery truck

Of umbrellas used to package chocolates to send to Antarctica

We stopped caring

I didn’t give a shit

There was nothing left to wipe my ass with

So I pulled up my draws and buckled up

A crease stain that didn’t matter either

The train conductor didn’t say anything to us about the smell so I figured that it was alright to sit up front

We lost our feminine voice and decided not to sit up right and drink beer all night

Flipping crepes and rhyming with all the words that we had spelled out to the police when they arrived with spot lights and blow horns

Blowhards those impenetrable faces that no mother could recognize

The feline elements vanished again behind some sort of veil

So thin that it was like passing down a corridor and leaving something behind

Exchanging your old problems with new ones in a beautiful circle of continuity that stops the love motion or maybe just keeping it going longer into the sphere of reference

This unequaled existence of strings and sad songs only to burn from behind by the irrelevant uncontrollable urges of the janitors

Progressing to the state of true masters by the simple fact of time and pressure

The strokes of paint applied to the already white walls

No sweet melodies protruding from the faces of the whiteness

But this was not really relevant

I decided to take the back road toward town again

Passing the campers, swatters and wanderers

A unique situation of specialists together in a group a constellation

To facilitate a natural environment, with the oversized markets

Revealed to be nothing more than a large forest of different sized trees

Different leaves and labels sizes and colors, a vast array organized in a pattern of growth through the natural and unnatural light with the more relevant items and resources toward the front, near the hands

Resembling the type of order needed to supply the plants with nutrients of the ground and sky

You can walk through both environments with a half glazed look in your eyes

Not receiving all the alerts and information that you need to be aware of the quiet ones that can control botany

A loose rendering of thought that enters the time and space of the commode

Using the functions of the minds membrane to suspend the beliefs of the fictive voice

This understanding becomes relevant only after the user enters the password and logs on to the system

This enables the user to access the vast database of cigarettes and tree bark shavings

This sampling of life in short clips of information births the notion of the everlasting text linking

This linking is a sub text to the unfolding notion of time and space in a continuous loop lasting for one minute on 20 minute intervals

As the fly on the wall perceives the world sideways and then very differently when it hooks its claw legs into the ceiling.

The union or bond that it creates between the wall and science established the identity of the user

Special icons appear and new notions of user interfacing appear

This links into another system and new systems similar to the internet two

A wise device establishing links between hospitals, spud worker shelters, robot assembly teams and the last 5 remaining governments of cognition the 6^th being the invisible force that surrounds all objects in the square of this type of interfacing

This lumberously outlandishly outdated system needs upgrading

We are proposing to add a few new sim codes to the system before we start designs on the new controlling info-linker

This idea was proposed by the Full-haisdor group in coordination with funding by the royal dynasty of china

The new project will consist of a tremendous out put of umbrellas and linking components that create that similar isolated experience of hypo-micro weather systems, it will study the effect of the environmental changes that occur when a user passes a user square while using an umbrella, the electromagnetic sensitive devices with registration of the slightest of changes in the weather pattern contained in and around the 5 meter radius

This stopped working after 4 years

We moved to Ohio

Things weren’t working out

There were these neighbors that we had

They tried to edit out all of the vinegar and guns from our collection

We had to get the hell out of there as soon as possible

We also had to stop pointing at ourselves there wasn’t anyone else to blame

But there was very little to talk about with ourselves

Phantasmagoria the lesson loosens again

Back to the image that gets received to the back of the head

What was it that I saw?

Am I seeing things?

Step step stumbling upward in fast movements

Uncontrollable ramblings of seemingly disconnected ideas

A data stream of knowledge, bits of debris

Working its way toward something

The confused clutter spinning faster and faster

Then it gets calm and asserts itself toward the larger ones

Dogma, philosophy, science, general belief, your guts, head and heart

Right down the order like an interrogation

You search for a truth and you come across cleaner than that which was meant

Something sinister smiles

You cannot distinguish good and evil

Are they separate beings or moods of the same one?

What is it that is lurking?

Is it simple as light and dark, no

You cannot label things like that

You un-train yourself and your beliefs have little to grasp onto

You start to swing again back down the pole like a firefighter

Racing to the questions of the ages and your personal situation

Leaving tethers to grab a hold of things for a later time

A whole world of hypnotizing

Website be ridged

To maintain

Your result type is:

Visual mathematician