We are memory chips living our lives experiencing this spectrum while all the emission gets filtered out through our senses then all the info is transfered back to 'el jefe' the creator. The emanation of photophores being observed by a retroreflector. The root extraction of an obnubilation process brought up by a biosphere into the omnipresence maintaining a constant and endless evolving process looking forward for a higher stance of universal being/quantum level of intelligence, and I have this vital hope that God, or the spirit listens to the communicator speaking in signs, and that doesn't necessarily mean body movements, although it also doesn't mean it doesn't mean that either, but something tougher and deeper than that, like acts of true abandon, acts of munifiscence, humor, and complete total madness. Not just using personal art but personal language, the deepest of your core, how lonely healing can be through the art of patience, how undone we become in the valley of grief while the days keep on bleeding and molding complexity as a gesture for the spirit under the idea that everything was methodically set up under the camoflage of control and/or discontrol and how souls bring out the best of themselves and silently offer it to the abstract.
Prayers...
A stunning flow of uncontrollable energy plunging and piling onto me that I can't put into creation. It carries some kind of message from the future which is impossible to say in human language. Spending too much time looking backwards feels dangerous, and dwelling so much into the future still excites me but breaks my heart at the same time, so I call onto your name, please listen, sink me deep into the ocean, drown me deep into pressure, I need you to grant me that permission, I need you to please listen... did you liked it? Was it worth it?
Swallow with me... I can't scream from here...
(03-08-2024)
