- Fuzzyology {wondermagic} superstudy -

Cartoons slip in and out of tangible light screens
projecting forth from ferns, a couch, and the sandy
coloured stuco wall matter. I remember the couch
drifting away into the wall and suddenly, I personally
knew everyone on television, as if they were family.
Plants blowing in the breeze, shadows dancing and
bending to the light touch, and the roof sparkled with
arrays of multi coloured light, sort of like being under
water and looking up at the sun.
Why do we know, in this moment of Truth, what we
know? Why, later, does the mind with such strong
force overwhelm what once (and again will be, given
the proper circumstances) was the epitomy of human
existance? The profound rediculous nature that lies
dormant behind every joke and peice of wisdom ever
uttered?
Why do we force ourselves, with a slight smile showing
only giving a faint glimpse into infinity of potential, to
hold back what is inside? How can we keep it all
inside, and continue with what we know to be a false
excuse of life, growing bitter with the turn of mushrooms.
Yea, they do turn on us, and us on them.
What if we just threw it all up?
I never have, I never burst either.
Maybe, we should shoot ourselves in the head to make
art on the wall? yea . I like it.

 

Life is Life...lala la lala

No but for a superstudy that's a superstudy man I'm on my bum. For real.

Don't hold it back and drop the gun. Cinnamon bun.

 

- Gray The Blue Sea -

Tied with loose rope
bumping into the docks
silent sorrow in empty boats
Once when I was nine years old
I woke up out in the middle of the ocean
With my head just at the water surface
And one foot touching a lonely pole
Underneath. Enough to keep breathing
Bursting bubbles floating by and
wondering aloud "Will one of them awaken
myself from this endless conscious stream
Or are they entrances to different dreams?"
After desperatley grasping and to no avail
I must have gone under and lost my wits
Currents pushed me out well gone
I woke up again sitting on the beach at dawn
With bare feet playing in wet grey sand
Wishing for some sign of life
And I saw them bobbing under purple sky
Bumping the dock, barely aflot
Silent sorrow, in empty boats.

 

- Soul Wander -

Activation ordered from above
While the jubilation carriers on
below the canopy of oak trees
A joyous band of Merrymen
dancing around burning human-copy
prototpyes, half scorched man
machine hybrids, data overflow
released from fading blue eyes
as breathing flame pulls the plug.
And you know, I watched with disgust
from a slight distance in the shade
with my hood pulled right up
crouching behind sun rays breaking
through the skyline
At that moment I took from out
my pocket a single unit prayer
capsule and held it out, humming
to life in the palm of my hand.
Just then the rain set in,
clouds dripped down the mountain
side and fear gripped the hearts
of those forsaken mercenaries
the moment I made my appearance.
Before a blink of an eye their
bodies ripped apart into myriad
bits, an organic mess to say the least,
blew out in every direction surrounding
me. Sometimes I wish I was never
trained this way but to whose side
should one really belong?
Off in the distance I hear a
nightbird calling while the ferns
and trees shook with
the wrath of God
Earth crumbled underfoot and
the sky ripped in half