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My Little Book

Oceans of Gravy

Chuckels, laughing to the rhythm
exposing foreign color spectrums
painting and opening the solar system
floating towards something more inspiring,
a map or a legend that grabs your mind by its throat 
Once every waking thought is composed of it
it starts taking time, where time WAS NOT :)
Matter helps space curve, space tells matter to move it
the universe is 4% matter
what matters has never been important
but what is the matter? stagnant and/or animated
microscopic tribal patterns, compressed into this 
bread and butter existence: the loaf we're in
Although a line is what we had predicted,
I predict we're wrong again.
Oh our intentions, our faith
Our solid shits are intestine shaped
and you would throw yours like an ape 
if poked or prodded
I was dreaming of an eden where
things exist as feeling there
energy knows nothing of shortages
in a city of light, devoid of weight and depth,
and debt...and mortgages 
just monkey lovin ooooooo OOOOOOOO O OOOO
An apple core, in a water fall
the sweetest smell I have ever seen.
Still I sing, for more visuals, the universe gets what I mean.
Smoke an apple in a tree, a planet below me
Now I know why these artists paint those paintings of a place
And it compels me to do something...awesome..
so I dont fade away like....nothing...
In a place thats nothing, but looks sooo colorful

4% matter

Comparisons5.28.2016

Verb the Noun

Pachyderms

Classic folk song about aliens

Acoustic Colors

Candles acoustic

Bridges

Crops acoustic demo

Spite fueled engine

Kitty

Parameters

Projections

Water went drytake3

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Monkey Bars