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what a insane night, it seems these weekends are flying out of control, im in the airplane swerving, the flex and flux of the weekends building into a cacophony of noise, people, anxiety, dynamics, illusions. i find it quite interesting, like the calm center of the tornado i sit and analize, i then am sucked by an unknown force, black and illusive, it pulls me toward this understanding. slowly reaching from its abysmal hiding place and sinking its teeth into my being. feeling heaven and hell in the same night only to find the next night that spot outside of the polars and entering a world of mad laughter and absurd phantasmagory, the medusa is seeping into my sight yet i cant help but to pull back, hide my eyes, and reach into my self to pull up this black sludge. i fling it at him and he feels it hit him, im sorry buddy i am just pressing my void to get the juice. all im doing is skipping on the plataue and kind of flinging it around with a young effervescent flip including the madcap of my only being i have control of, this being i dont use to live because i cant project it and let people see it for it is undetermened and always out of reach, yet when i let it go and stop reaching it slids over to me and i can slirp it and spit it at people. while the ice caps are melting away on the left of me, the sideways world of demented understanding is content and laughing away the madness.
reach into your hole and pull up your turnip.
reach into your hole and pull up your turnip.