khann-cept outroductional sequence.
a membrane surrounds.
separates the mechanism.
apart from the outer realm,
of static magnetism distorted.
Processing - utilizing,
the sensory organism.
Propagate my reality,
with chain-linked paradox.
Retrospect - all of the soundscapes,
quaking through earthly textures,
resonate the tone of immortality.
Every photon of light penetrates the retina,
constructing rapid visual shifts
of unpredictable continuity.
The center sun ignited by inertia,
wrapped in a gravitational halo of planets.
Infant stars and lost worlds,
lightyears of barren space - the median.
Atomic chemistry - the material.
Non-dimensional void - the maternal.
Birth of elemental existence.
Operate the vehicle
to bridge the gap
into unconscious reality.
Weaved in with the material,
Electrically stimulated to decay,
while pondering the possibilities of interaction.
A union of particles that want, need, give, live, die.
A peak of evolution, the species of mentality.
Advancement in the cellscape, neural network.
Every answer locked away in the nuclei.
Seemingly empty at the base.
Emotion - the mystery of this god.
Falling in and out of a dream state.
Greet pleasure and dismember the self.
Transcendental creations, a reality.
Surpassing the want and the need.
Relocating the mental archives and dilating the chamber.
A blank canvas to paint with vivid, consistent love and light.
Absent of fear for inevitability.
Concentrate on energy.
Fulfill the moments.
we arent ourselves,
we are restrained to a vehicle.
I want to see what i love constantly and not the things that i am indoctrinated by material to consider pleasing. with the concentration of all/any emotion into a drive, i can do and see only the things that i love. No acceptance for stagnant progression.
its like a guitar shred, random and sweet. fucking up, but you shred some more anyway and eventually forget that fucking up ever mattered because shredding is too sweet to have a care for the bullshit. the bullshit compliments for sweeter shredding.
separates the mechanism.
apart from the outer realm,
of static magnetism distorted.
Processing - utilizing,
the sensory organism.
Propagate my reality,
with chain-linked paradox.
Retrospect - all of the soundscapes,
quaking through earthly textures,
resonate the tone of immortality.
Every photon of light penetrates the retina,
constructing rapid visual shifts
of unpredictable continuity.
The center sun ignited by inertia,
wrapped in a gravitational halo of planets.
Infant stars and lost worlds,
lightyears of barren space - the median.
Atomic chemistry - the material.
Non-dimensional void - the maternal.
Birth of elemental existence.
Operate the vehicle
to bridge the gap
into unconscious reality.
Weaved in with the material,
Electrically stimulated to decay,
while pondering the possibilities of interaction.
A union of particles that want, need, give, live, die.
A peak of evolution, the species of mentality.
Advancement in the cellscape, neural network.
Every answer locked away in the nuclei.
Seemingly empty at the base.
Emotion - the mystery of this god.
Falling in and out of a dream state.
Greet pleasure and dismember the self.
Transcendental creations, a reality.
Surpassing the want and the need.
Relocating the mental archives and dilating the chamber.
A blank canvas to paint with vivid, consistent love and light.
Absent of fear for inevitability.
Concentrate on energy.
Fulfill the moments.
we arent ourselves,
we are restrained to a vehicle.
I want to see what i love constantly and not the things that i am indoctrinated by material to consider pleasing. with the concentration of all/any emotion into a drive, i can do and see only the things that i love. No acceptance for stagnant progression.
its like a guitar shred, random and sweet. fucking up, but you shred some more anyway and eventually forget that fucking up ever mattered because shredding is too sweet to have a care for the bullshit. the bullshit compliments for sweeter shredding.