THEMUSIC OF COSMOSFINE AMERICAN DRIVEWAY plenty of crystals shining reflections. ALL THE WHILE ON THESPECTRUM LIGHTNING
winter arrives.
dark AMBER MOON. declares it was finally on time. ∆∆∆∆∆
I wonder about the mapmakers. what do they do now. satellites and whatnot. I think space is next perhaps. arsenic life. non carbon life. strange variances in the flow of life. aliens are amazing. I learn from stardust nightly through color changing lenses and tattoo light fractals all over my body to prove nothing and exist as a pure vibration. existentialism in the center of a crash site. dead trash. mud chemical drainage pond. origami staircase of branches. visions of yearning and kismet. premonitions and insomnia. there are sporadic moments of pure light in ones life. this is a positive element. it feeds the glow. pulsating and purring. we all ponder the next move...the big steps to the next phase shift and travel through unknown territories. soaking it in like raindrops after the desert. becoming one thing. it.
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