I Remember the spinning go around. I was watching, looking down. The Floorboard was 2 colors shaped as triangles repeating in a circle. One red and one green. They were mirrored but colored and they reflected the sun, as this beam of colorful light. Everything behind this light was pitch black.

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Blue skies forever.

In all my Direction, with the fever of perception tying my feet together.

Carry my mind like a swimming Marxist inside of the liars Dens.

Look up to mother, or down so it be now, so my worries or more less hers can be squandered.

Rant and Rave to family that all is well with the world when the friends sit at home drinking their lives into a stupor.

Life comes by Fast and suddenly we are here in the air on the month of december,

Carrying Songs from November,

And loving thy self. 

can we count for the Rest.

 when my songs are just sung about you,

I know why i spend my Time Collecting my Sins.

So I can hand them to the earths god on a Platter.

Running in circles to get to the end,

so that I may start again,

and end again,

and start again,

To Entertain my Soul.

With Abstractions and Ambience.

The heavens Above?

Well im here right now, and the view is amazing.

But i see no angels,

and I am happy.

Partly fulfilling this to be experience. 

know now

Im out of my skin, this ghost that floats me to the dreamlike consciousness can not shape the notion I must present.

Please, do not judge do not speak negative thought.

Just know, 

The years backwards I read. The shape of the perception of the space that was. There is so much to unveil, the world is known from the inside out. I am just now discovering the information from these fresh, clean, slates we own. The view from here harnesses much beauty. But I weep for odessa, and I feel the weight of the new. It affects my miniscule comparison to time.

Knowledge is leading me into a solitude. I am faced with new questions to my own inner state of existence, and it weighs on me. I make excuses to shift the weight. But its time to grow now.

The flooding gate of his dreams pouring into everything.

The mind is blank and barren with the correct soft touch he is aiming for. Where is this light shaping him? the weight of the combined waves of the mass of everything...