Grams of Friction
I experienced a dream within a dream. That which my Dante goes on and on about as he climbs his boring hill to ever more boring spheres. On arriving to this place it seemed I could rouse my self again, shaking off my flesh for another fractal mirror disco. The delight I was experiencing in this tent while I hung in a death within a death was significantly more visceral then those in the first level.
That Poet pilgram had it right, synthesia and all. I am there even now...rolled up in a ball and shining bright. Friction of my soul cut right through my neurons.
The thinking of the knowing of things collects too much gravity...the third eye has a hard time seeing from so low to the ground. Those umbrellas of anti-gravity are much needed now. Poppins and I spy a 10th or 11th gleam of crystal sweet.
Union of matter is a a matter of fact...I would like beyond facts please
That Poet pilgram had it right, synthesia and all. I am there even now...rolled up in a ball and shining bright. Friction of my soul cut right through my neurons.
The thinking of the knowing of things collects too much gravity...the third eye has a hard time seeing from so low to the ground. Those umbrellas of anti-gravity are much needed now. Poppins and I spy a 10th or 11th gleam of crystal sweet.
Union of matter is a a matter of fact...I would like beyond facts please