...time to revive this thread... You can’t buy ball-lightning or authenticate an astral plane without turning off the light and taking two of these and dropping down dark rabbit hole. Don’t be Alice, though. Naivety kills extreme dreamers once childhood’s overtopped and the climatic birthdays stop. Then the dreams are buried beneath alcoholic rocks. Besides, you’re magnetic when grounded by gravity, your sophisticated philosophies magnify the time effected within our congruity. The serpentine pragmatist with spirited, childish quirks is the apogee of our living arc. Hold tight to that apex and ride that height with all your heart.
Time doesn’t stop when lightning strikes despite what the latest theory spouts. Out here, relativity rides shotgun to tornado wielding thunderstorms hurtling over the horizon in hurried, anarchic advance. I feast on nitrogen and salivate whenever static electricity builds. I hold a lightning rod heavenward and hope I’m grounded well. There might be a paradise just over that cumulus crest where a catalog is kept, archiving departure points, date and time and decision; but it won’t determine destiny through historical algebra. Try me on justification again and I’ll still call bullshit. Predestination has been tested. It’s fatal.
static traffic in stasis stays static, it’s tragic, staying static, drastic traffic. in fact if magic tactics swayed traffic, traffic wouldn’t be havoc in stasis, the spacious spaces in traffic with magic traffic static would make me ecstatic, would be fantastic. No more drastic, elastic traffic.
You better stabilize. We grow through repetition and gather mundane memories and face Monday mornings constantly. We fill space in a removed embrace, drifting miles away from the live feed into a computers hum in a cubicle crypt into perfect temp pumped thru a/c vent into primary plans eight hours away for five straight days, turning dreams into futile things best repressed. welcome to the real world; that worn-out cliché so tough to stomach. *edit: forgot to add that this was inspired by some lyrics Johnnybang had written
ack! OK, slowly digest the newest goodies, hehe I especially loved the opening stanza to the serpentine pragmatist. Deffinetely like being at the perfume counter, can only sniff so many atta time.
