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Candles and lightening bolts and rainstorms with that wet sticky salty breeze
spit-in-your-face-splatter.
camp outs with sleeping bags in the middle of the massacre the middle of the night.
whispering.

Temptation. Torture.
True blue ohmygod being with you.
Waiting till its winter.
Waiting till its dawn.
Waiting to wait for anything at all.

tasting something new.

Loosing myself in you.
Forgetting the time.
You Make Me Want To Rhyme.

Rythem and Motion and Dance dance dancing the night away.
Crusted socks an dryer sheets. Drink crystals and lollipopps, the really
big kind..

Laughing,giddiness,uncontrollable giggling.
Hysteria. Delirium. Dainty in every sense of the word.

Glitter and pain sparkly shiny OH BLIMEY and grassy hills and flowers and kittens and the
CHiCK-a-DEE DEE Dee Deee DEE DEEEE each 5 in the morning says to me.

Bluelight.
Sunlight.
Early Morning Breakfast Club Tea Parties.

When I wished upon the stars that nite I couldn’t decide on which one to choose from..
They took over the sky each night every night.
[They take over our minds] They have that kind of power.. its true.

Water and fire. Wind and earth.
Music and firecrackers and drunken roman candle fights.

UnNessesary Pain.

More Laughter. And Love. WIth that oh-so-lovely dash of Lust.

Sorrow and sleeplessness. Grief . Feeling it deep down crawling out of your stomach pangs
of the past. Never regret it. Ever.
Growing from the Obstacles. The Roadblocks, the little things that drive you mad that you
dont perfectly succeed in.

Becoming an Imperfect Person. ((to you and only you))
Embracing yourself.
embracing the moments the potions the passions and the poisons.

Insanity and sex. And lingering orgasms.
Perfect moments….. Those oh so marvelous moments.

Thought process. Cognitive functioning. Absorbing and knowing and growing and learning and
Loving. Living.
My Mother. My Father. My Brother.
My Inspirations.
Talking and Touching and Tripping and Questioning.

Writing.
Words. Poetry.
Speaking and leaking it all out everywhere.

History and science. Social entanglements.
"THE DRAMA"
Sociology. Succumbing and watching it all come undone.

the interesting things that trigger the switch to intrest in the first place.

Karma sutraa. Swimming pool crashing and ghost stories.
Arguments. Debating. back and forth heated speakFests.

Anger and bliss.
falling unconscious.
Planets ,star shit trails, the Milky Way, and all the little things lost in space..

Shiny objects and stepping stones and riverbeads and feather-filled pillows and blankets
and ((camping out beneath the sheets))

Calling an All Nighter between the sheets..

Bullfrogs and big snakes and peacocks and Emus and Flying Squirrels Monkeys and Otters and
Beavers and Raccoons and Kangaroos.

MoonLight and sunlight and the time when blankets of dark light swarm across the sky.. and
the nightlife sometimes ..
(it takes over your life) and i cant stop
raving and
raving and
raving and
everything will be perfect when happiness is happening..
moving grooving doing that whole damn get high almost die thing .. what a fucking nite to
open ur eyes. Open in the mind.
o0o0 that feels Real Nice.

Letting the water simply wash you away.
Cleaning.
The smell of straight Bleach.

SnowDays.
The complication of the snowflake. Glass.
Secrets and stories and rage.
relaxation and tingling sensations and silence and satisfaction and movies and books and
human error. Mistakes..
Conversations. Lonliness. Hollowness. Emptiness. Like a little plastic not been blown up
dolly.

Blood and sugar and fluffy fleecey stuff and Yarn and Toggles and nightmares and dreams.
oh, those Perfect perfect dreams.

Pieces of nails and hairs and scabs from others. Keeping it all in my notebooks.
labeling.
Not just waiting... the anticipating..
Colour co-ordinating everything.
Re-Grouping anything, doing it again.
Making it come to life and start to sing.
Filing and catagorizing and listing all the lists of what contents contains what
containers and then what and drawing ..

yes yes yes yes yes
always--->
Being over on my side of the rainbow.

my Containers. CLEAR being my favorite colour,.
clean. ...
Bleach clean.
Words like de-cluttered catastrophe control committee..

Every place has a thing and every thing has a place.

The smell of bubblegum and rainbow farts.
Memories.
Agony. Ecstasy and melancholy.
Hysteria.
Snap crackle pop pop popping !

Being in complete sub-conscious control.
Mind over matter.
Perseverance.
Passion.
Potential.
Potency.

Pretty girls and sidewalk chalk.

Water fights. balloon fights. food fights. booze fights.. .
Piercing love shooting thru your eyes. (seeping from the outsides)

Whipped cream and chocolate sauce.
And the flower that resists. The flower the pushes through.

Revolution and Darwinism and proving it scientifically.
The simplexity of such a question inspires me.
Learning and thinking and dis-perceiving reality into a make belive an…

Knowledge.
Intuition.
Grasping and getting the concept of what’s left.
Reaching that Plateau..
Finally climbing up up up to the horizon.. That other level.

Knives and notebooks and philosophy and lies and make believe and mumbo jumbo. Wind up
toys and magic mushrooms.
Laundromats and romance and just exactly what you think you know when you’re not even
close to the hole of the k nose .

Vodka. Containers of all shapes and sizes. Clear STILL being my favorite color.
Shoe boxes and all types of strings and things and pins and buttons and ribbons and sashes
and shoelaces all my little ditty accessories.. My things are amazing. I Love each and
every one of them.

Seeing all my complications and completions.
My Projects.
The Ninja Missions. Seeing and knowing and growing and tasting each and every type of
flavour that has taken me so far over the rainbow Mommy don’t make me go! The backbones
and the arch angels that get me through each day. They pray for me.
All the inconspicuous sorta ridiculous I think are fabulous little things in life we’ve so
wrongly denyed for ourselves... For so long.

These are some reasons to Live, some reasons to look up at the sky in the morning and
smile.. doncha think?




if i could be anything in the afterlife, or was something prior to here, i do belive id be
that massive magical mushroom cap living throbbing waiting to fuck your face off.
yes.

"pictures really shwack me the fuck out guys. where'd you unplug me from/? fuck- find
my socket before i .."-[[munch munch munch mushy-head-rush-fucked]]


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Mushroom Magic



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the ninjas will always continue

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[[anything worth worshipping would not want you on your knees ]]

[silver]w e l c o m e t o Lah-Lah-Lah-L o r r a L a n d [/silver]


please keep your hands and arms inside me at all times.






its not about the lists after lists after lists or incessently thinking & dwelling
& spelling
it all out sounding it all out ...
colouring & filling in the blanks &
connecting all the dot &then fluffing it all out
ironing it all out and and and
its more then just compiling the questions to even ask the experts regarding this or that
or then because
THEN i have to get reeeeeeeaalll dirty & ask
again & again and then
& its the documenting & the storing &the filing
oh the filing!
its the simple fact that after all of that
theres even more crap that ive got to snap in half
ive got to break it down
even further then the ground & then ive got to
map it out and pinpoint
each and every single point that ive collected in my seach for the real truth & its more
then what you think it'll be or what you think im trying to see &
its so much more & more& more
its so pure its fucking seeping out of my pores & oozing
its fucking splooging over everywhere
theres so much i can say here without even saying what im doing its so bloody intregrated
into these projects ive created its the fact that ive been dreaming of this for
f a r t o o l o n g
that im pushing more then you can see behind the backdrops into my batcave oh its simply
smoking from the ears of the insane i think ill keep a lid on my pot while its still
slowly simmering
oooh its guna get so thick
so rich
so succulent
it'll be oh so perfectly in line with
all of the side dishes (ssshh) ..





[silver]i love getting better and better and its not just the inside its the flipside of
the points you dont see exactly right in front of you
metaphorically screaming at you and its the fact of the matter that theres so much to do
and
it just gets me off simply knowing everything that im capable to do...
call me an addict call me a slut call me a pyscho call me your slave baby im fucking
insane but you'll love it when you see that i have the power to make you dream with me cuz
in the meantime the inbetween time thats all i can do until you and me and them and
everyone can let it go and we can be free baby we can be forever if only you'll let me let
it happen [/silver]


-:- i wanna see the world with someone anyone i wanna take you with me -:-
and i live by:
:::: never.EVER.regret.ANYTHiNG:::::
truly. thats what makes you who you are.
is what you know and seen and been and done and loved and hated and created and tasted.
have of sip (just a little bit) of my mix..
he asked me to describe myself:
::pure, concentrated with no preservatives organized chaos.
with sprinkles::[/purple]


[green]-------------> if you care to see the picasso the passion my posion in me please
see my journal my poetry its truly half of my everything ive heard them say
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