Panda Bear sung Virginia Tech to me which triggered a memory that I earlier experienced as conscious imagination—some people look at a mountain and see a mirror to their soul; other people see mirror trees. And some people in Vancouver wonder how was ᴅᴀᴛᴀ written so high? I then danced to these hertz, a friend that I made that says Hi.
And I share the week discovered for me with what I first began to like when it showed me inwards sound played at height. This I liked to the point that it provided a reminder I should write down Tottertot as a point of return for this inwards. I turned the left eye hertz down to a degree I won’t share, so that your moment of exploration can tango with the imagination of mine
A farewell was then given shortly thereafter, one coded freedom fry. I liked where it took me. At times. Is everyone’s long-term writing project tremendously interesting to them? I imagine so, so I gift an I to a me yet to be reading U’s while I wait
I’m reminded of pen and paper when the afterlife comes strummed in my ears from the fingers of Alex G. And I wonder if such projects require a sonic chronicle of their journey, or if they’re just better off for it? This dope-ass 90’s depressive play acting at cheer packaged as sound sounds fucking nice to me now
Holy comes in cruising
Along the streets of Peuteta
Red-blue neon, sonic at dusk
Ambling down GTA street
The sounds then turn green and makes me think everything’s going to be alright even after thinking they’re going to try to convince us the future will look like us people being poorer unless we keep on moving up played to the soundtrack of a telephone and rubber band penguin orchestra. Something triggered from a union email. A jiggsaw graph of a pyramid is not what we have, for the base is getting heavy long the path down one inter-webbed consciousness inside our solar system with the earths core as a solid core of what we dig in the ground propulsed out as heat
The sounds turn sad when they’re les couleurs de l’ âme tuned by Margaux Lefebvre. A sadness reinforcing the value of slowness
It was Thomas Fehlmann who then said karnickel. The digital realm wants our consciousness, and we each wanna be a star. But when you imagine the brightness, you think, well now, slowness is cool
And the test has come, and it’s a sound from a past recommendation. And I still think I prefer this when I remember what this future sounds like. Billy Nomates has me hertzing. But before I can make my man I come to learn there’s no time, that feeling overwhelms to the point I closed my eyes and turned up the volume and danced and felt feeling while thinking if we can learn from consciousness than everything is a metaphor for everything else so I dance my dance of love out to the future, the present, and the past I belong
When nothing ever happened by you know who, you know you’re into the old things now! And despite our ailing bones we know this stuff still hits. The bass is deep so the entry’s right hand up. It’s when I’m dancing to my sounds that
I feel the most spiritual begins the next stanza because I’ve been barred by an external digital force. Might cognitive dissonance be an expression for sinking with the ship?
How immediate and lacking of edits can poetry possibly be written? We shall soon see on twitch. And when I wonder if its weird to say I wonder with en attendant frequently, I know I’ll at least have this last dance. At the rate that we’re going we still have to wait to see what we see. Is old age experienced as not being able to dance where you want?
It’s to this day included when I hear #ishalllove2 I am driven to light
96
There are seven levels.
Jesus there are some pretty strong drugs over in Vancouver Say hi to Bri.
What do you want with us?
Our minds and our bodies (well not your body, obviously)
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Klaatu barada nikto?
BS BS BS BS BS BS BS
I smell the unmistalable whiff of BS…
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Writing At A Different Place
30/07/2025 by okodunboyne 22 Comments
Should I edit my past or continue straight on going.
When you’re high, you realize anything could be a sign. Since consciousness occurs after the moment.
To be seen from above, you must first allow yourself to be seen from above.
Write down your writing and then into its reflection in the mirror and what do you see? But your eyes?
Dance while highness to dance to the music to the point of dancing to the music and forgetting you’re being watched. Once people do this, they realize how difficult it is to dance to the music while sober, and then they realize they see so many others out there better dancing than them? And why is it that I should be so different? Whatever the reason, it does seem to be. The case that. I, me. Am writing. The music as it comes to me, whatever those words may be. They flow if the music flows, and they dance if the music dances. And how much of this music are you willing to give up to the future’s viewment, a view you’re only able to witness from the past.
You can dance to your shadowed reflection and not notice that its you for a while. And I’ve danced some dances like these. And I’ve written some words that scared me with how true they feel when I found them burst into my brain and immediately written down. I appear to be pulling from some source. And pulling without any effort of mine, just like how I hear sounds.
To a degree that other stuff comes to mind when the song changes its tune, and these words I do not know what they will be. But I’ve just been interrupted by the words RECHARGE HEADSET. Without a word of a lie came the messenger to its king. So I don’t maybe think I’m still the one in control.
The scary genre of the future is people filming themselves writing their words down when they’re high and full of creativity. Thus removing the genre of hope, for living in the reality of the past. The universe collapses inwards once the reality of the moment has been breached. For the universe increases in size as does its consciousness. And consciousness is the true reality of the moment. Each moment, a universe in itself. With every moment a universe and the other universes collapsing.
People are capable of almost anything. I know cause I am.
Although in this past moment I wanted to write as good a high song as the Natural Anthem by The Postal Service.
Why doesn’t a Wonder
just give me one more?
from En Attendant Ana at the end
And shall we compare 26 to 26 or am I being paranoid?
This same stuff, or stuff in a similar style, is posted all over various internet locations that allow people to post random nonsense. It might be a bot, but it’s unclear how it might be drawn to a niche community as this.
If it’s a real person, they should engage. Also they should step away from the bong.
My eyes are dim I can-not see.
I have not got my specs with me.
I have HEY! Not HO! got my specs with me.
I have absolutely no idea what’s going on here.
With this post or life in general?
With the Afterword in general, I’m thinking It’s never stopped me before now.
Thank you for that.
I gave up after a few lines.
Please remember – Brevity is the soul of wit.
Unless you are posting a Feature. 😉