12 months a Journey to OuTer SpaCe

In an establishment of wall-bouncing emotions, corky and kooky assumptions, light-hearted declines and white-toothed- smiles shared, I bring an idea to light: consider the sun above us and the moon following him along, powers and energies that are brought to us, depending on the day and depending on what I ate, I'm likely to see both and talk to one at a time, using different times in the day as the time for them. But it's been a long journey, and they say life isn't about the destination, it's all about the journey. Whatever weather we ride through, this voyage is across the biggest pond you know of and the vernacular that brings an arrangement of stimulating synapses, usually conflicting emotions, ideas and unproductive thought processes. How many have you encountered? Let these readings tell you something: I am living the fucking life.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Poem

12/12/13
4:15PM

Lonely
Or individual
The battle of anxiety
And Meditation
Comes at a price
To deal with such
Be able to give love
With and to you
Think
Feed
Hear
Listen to me
Or you
Go to the garden
Represent the greatness
Of underground
Traveling
Spiritually and feel the
Calmness of the breath
But when should I
Take you
And me
To the breath
Hear
Listen to me
And you
Children
We will
Give way to the great design of me and you.
Pop, at three inside a fire,
your clothes,
they won't smell,
after the smoke latches me to her.
And you
Or
Her or you
Give me a taste of the orient
Meditation
Becomes
Medication 
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