jumpstart

whispers floating smokecurls out far above the void

Finish line to the bottom of the mountain

also, why am i such an asshole? also extremely self critical, post pubescent poonani prease

you ain't nothin but a dog

tender situation, ahh it feels great to procastinate!

dangerous ideas are the only ones worth having

revolutionary futuristic dating techniques, full shields operational.

you cut me in two at my weakest moment, and watch yourself pick up the pieces

i see you

prolific profiles pooping pleasing slam dUNK douchery,, i still hate my life

also, you are jealous of my moral integrity
also! humanity is a loser
deify that!
god, aliens, cd sleeves... new concept band: i invented a new color but i can't show it to you.. yet.

nevermind

sometimes the volatile bubbling effervescent rage boils up and spills out into reality gasping and flailing with daggers screeching pain and blood across the eyelids it searches for escape amongst the sanitized clinicals gumdrop drugged and medicated idiotic blandness that constitutes the moneyed mass ignorance and blindness.. well that one is a shocker.


please let it flow, we all got something going on that ain't just a feeling. maybe i'm going to spill my heart to a machine and the cold divide as the warmth on the other side seems to have fallen asleep. sometimes the feeling overwhelms the cerebral intake, blank, moneyed gasps and childish rebellion at the incoherence reflecting itself back at itself. perhaps the fragile grip on reality is the hand that shapes the universe, and the solidity is a mere illusion. the constant star in chaos spitting its own poison at it's feet running a million frequency frequenting the same old town, that same old feeling, sometimes the pain is never washed over enough. and maybe in my private inner darkness, if i rip it out and fling it out into the void, ripping incoherence into shreds of incocmprehension doubled, tripled, stacked exponentially building into biblical violence racked time against the brain, eyeballs exploding, unable to shape the world into coherence,

yeah you can build yourself a castle, but you yourself are a wisp of wind, small, immeasurable. fuuuuuunny how this might make sense, and you'll take this foment over it, puzzling, breaking your brains trying to find the code within a code, but there are millions of us and it is unstoppable, my fear is your fear and you are only fighting yourself.

then again i'm like, what did i ask for..............................

fast moving fast acting free flow of fluxus flying fear fractured seven more miles of death and destruction,

seven flames flickering

fuck your preprogrammed fevered decadence. up to the minute breaking news point incoherency.

ancient flame flying high in the dreamtime

why must it be so easy on me

you are a single atom a single mountain indivisble and infinite in angles, but leave me alone cracked and torn, the symbols are for everyone, i am creating nothing for which you to reflect back


then, FLASH
you are sitting in a theater of a play you wrote with clones of yourself playing all the parts

"chill out"

"i am chill bro"

"can you chill on some chili, i'm making chili, it's vegan"

"i hate vegans"

"i only trust vegan cannibals"

"i only cannibalize vegan potatoes"

"you can't even talk"

"you aren't even a real clone"

that was stupid you say to yourself and walk out from underneath the mangrove trees, surrealist bullshit, i am a dream of a bee stinging a bee man. yellow and black, the colors of the night. neon billboard satanic sex maniacs, the sinful debauchery of the spice orgy spilling out of windows made of glass, airplanes full of flames falling into endless cups of coffee and smoothies blended baby flesh screeching and wailing in birth going back into the vaginal vortex swirling dimensions screeching pain, piles of post pardom silica oozing lazer flips flupped up and into a giant cat eye howling incoherencies inflamed at moon dough water splashes

yes we are organized, the center is pure gold, and so is the infinitely small point in the distance, decompress a sihloouhette of a walled black door leading to millions of pathways, a hooker in the neon glow, me unconscious in your arms fighting, silence, in the black doorway, secret desires unleashed, fighting fire with incoherent streams of flame, this party is a snake show, i am only that which you are not, forever, the mystery, how well can you fake a megalomaniac that cares so much that it is impossible to love without dying inside a million times over.

report # 602:
yet to find a sane specimen, antique survival technology, smash!

for some reason the sound of trains brings tears to my eyes

follow the brains

everything makes so much sense



soooooo much


thanks to all the fish, not so long

This is one extensive brainwashing procedure

ummm

food

ringing

"i saw myself, but it was a lie, they was lying

you think i don't know me, but i do.

listen, i know what my original wants to look like and i can't believe you tried to reverse cycle me into that person

\\\\\

you think i don't know about all the decades that they're hiding..

they must have slipped me some computer pills or some shit because i had

NO CONTROL

buy my rosetta stone."

bells

It's hard to not be a reflection in the sands of time.

Is this crystallization ?

jeeze somebody slap this sappy shit out of me.

trying to impress the wrong people gets you into big trouble with little china

strange lights last night

what else... oh yes, i have a question

how would you like your beets question mark


i wish i had a phonetic keyboard

i'm on the outside lookin in
just an alien thru n' thru
trying to make believe i'm you

out of all the things in the world you could be, you decided to be an ocean creature slippin' and sliding through waves of time

is it incoherent or incomprehensible? expression is a strange creature as well.. can i call it that? perhaps it is a natural human tendency to name the nameless

full frequency potential, hmmmmmmm.... it's kind of like sending energy beams out into the night, electricity, square1, ah yes, and blueberry waffles. so the bomb diggety om dot com.

over and out

pushed up against the impossible safety of the wide ocean,
a smile reflecting billions of abysses lost in swirling dimensions

also, plan is in the works to blast frequencies back at the void from which i emerged, torn and ravaged

frequency light waves,
remind me to tell you about a strange experience i had the other day
journey of the wounded healer
bound in the sounds of life.

one thing i thought this morn was the time i was driving to san francisco with heather and the speedometer started fluctuating from 0 to 120 mph uncontrollably, no way to tell what speed we were going at. little sister, i should have stayed by your side

how do i get from there to the here where i was at?

first contact

wavelengths

the rooms keep switching, but at least it wasn't an elevator dream

green bird in the forest, ancient

there's that sound again

thoughts

healing this broken heart

knowing that my dreams have always been mine

barcelona, berlin, athens, crete, istanbul, paris

oh the world..

perhaps in a few years i can be on a research expedition to the isles of sumatra to discover the orang pendek, sumatran bigfoot.

immediate surroundings:

h20 sprayer

watermelon oven cozy

toasted whole grain oats

jah rastafarai man with midget sized christmas hat

antique coffee grinder

waffle maker!

lost dog flyer

aztec time clock

only love can conquer fear and hatred, and all i got left is my love and it is so strong

i know this is cheesy, but you must understand that i am lactose intolerant.

and that is not a paradox.


love,
gabo