cRAVE.
I will go where it is safe and create a butterfly hype life
Then walk in liquid happiness taste the breath of realities air
The streets there shine in endless up beat tempo repeats repeats
Dancers subside in the air the sound of wave blasts and they rise
My arms escape my torso and transcend into the universe
Lips march around me faster and faster until I find my own
Open my mouth and its covered with kisses from everyones heart
Objects are falling towards me from the paisley modeled sky
My legs prance in unicorn steps when my arms found its way home
In the house that is mine lives spirits that feast on my thoughts
A peaceful place where my wings insist that I soar, so I fly
Days last for as long as needed in a perfect toned out pitch
As I rejoice and expand into this worlds royal epic saga
My eyes darken wet tears flow when the flower closes shop for the night
#Rave #Poetry #dark #tripping #DMT
Rehab.
All lined up doing that penguin shuffle.
Out into the air out into the air.
Almost had time to light another.
Up against the back of the wall.
Getting mucked and rucked off.
First two males then one female.
Forgot to sign back unto the floor.
No cavity searches a bag got in.
Holy despair there is no syringe.
Just nose and toes and claws.
Nodding riding high then riding low.
There's an eye in the elevator now.
Random test think who will fail.
It's what number tonight, it's my life.
That dragon its the dope fiend frown.
Tinky was a bell that did not daa-ding or daa-dong. Her little face always smiled and happy thoughts placed her top of her class. Now every one knew in Westport She played alone in her yard with her frog that caaa-roaked a beautiful ribbit song. And all the day long Tinky wished she at least could paa-ting or taa-pang as she walked in the London fog.
One evening on her way to market Tinky heard the gas street lamps come on.... phisssst-pheeeeww the combustible went and a baarrr-oaf...the flame ignites.
Frog was startled and waddled into a dampy wet kaa-splasssshie puddle. When Tinky saw this the little bell did laugh so hard her side Kaaa-rack-kiled with a tinky tink-tinkle.
The Llacuna Chronicles
In sending these entries its the hope that our world would still be extant when found and read. This is the genesis of our destruction. The intent is for our progeny respectfully....we are simply sorry.
First Entry - Maximus! RE: CSS
Space the final frontier or the final reality. But that is space with all its infinite possibilities. Alas this is the sentiment of the powers that be. For space is all around us. A requisite so profound that life in its meekest aspiration to exist becomes atrocious. In a time not known to us anymore. A place even less familiar our planet has become over populated.
History has become a bygone word for our society. Nothing in it prepared the inhabitants of this world for that type of omission anyway. Every living being has been assigned a cubicle. Which in it, contains all that is needed to survive and sustain life. It started out as an idea that expanded into experimental habitation. Finally, it became an essential mandatory proclamation.
Rhetoric established by the Administration assured proper spacing. So that the pursuit of happiness was obtainable. Jeez.... How heroic of those invisible entities that govern our lives and make decisions by using binary codes and mathematics formulas. I digress. Cubicles for all. Families would remain together to maintain a sense of posterity. Individuals would be assigned a commune type situation of their making or assigned one by the Administration. The masses would be accommodated. Businesses, civil facilities, and all aspects of mundane livelihood....reduced to space with in cubicles.
My family went into the cubicle willingly. Some of our neighbors fled in the night, considered an act of treason they were put on warrant files and hunted. When a few scientific officials, politicians and military personal started to escape, the average Joe began questioning the administration. But it was already to late. The process had begun, and would continue until liberation was sought.
Once inside it seemed not so bad, things were not as complicated anymore. Work leisure health care our needs were met. Father did his lectures and recruitment from his work area. Mother made her meals in the kitchen and the children home schooled on their EduV monitors. All was well until the first deduction of space was announced.
The Space Reduction Law was implemented to adjust the still growing population. The reductions of space came in inches. A reduction so minuscule that the population's hysteria did not begin until the inches began to turn into feet. My family has had their fare share of space reduction. An inch here An inch there. This scale down of the cubicle was done by millions of nanobots. I will never ever get use to that scratching industrious sound.
Five years into the Cubilization Stabilizing Sanctions, (CSS) our family was in a space no bigger than a large jail cell. Life support systems where in use of course. Tubes and intravenous apparatus' was provided for nourishment. Implant devises for brain and skeletal stimulation. All state of the art, magnificent mechanisms still the space reductions continued.
It was too late for those like our family to escape when the Detachment Act was authorized. In an age when scientific and technical knowledge was so advanced, this was barbaric primitive even. Father had to decide which one of his limbs were to be amputated. At least this way his wife and children would be spared. In the severing of the appendage digital area quota is maintained. A scientific answer to a growing... any way there would be space enough to live, for a while at least.
When responding to this message I have only one request and please don't hesitate to answer. Has any one out there ever heard of an ideal referred to as God.
Simulcast #9300A Attosecond Pulse Loops.