whoalotsofshit

the words, when spoken, kick rocks from your shoulders and let your spine roll back like water. and the Once Familiar crawls back into the tips of your forehead. i felt it tickle and i laughed and laughed while good beats were pounding and i thought of strange ancient music i'd heard recently with nice space that made me think of being high up in the mountains with pure, crisp air.

thoughts have been stabbing into my chest all day and i've reached a nice feeling, strangely, and mike's words about rooftops in san diego with screams of love within prisms of sound. the attainment of happiness. love. the feeling of energy within a crowd all dancing to the same beat, like icicles burning through people's souls and cleansing your body while your mind gets wrapped around your heart beat but you forget where you are.

the power in decision. what you are.
a choice
ripples.

becoming.

work, reflecting back on this period will be creepy. the familiar becomes so eerie when it begins to cover itself in memory. you can dance in chains but sometimes i dance and forget i'm in chains. and sometimes i think about how i'm in chains. but i forget to dance.

this trip will be good. distance from this place will help me figure out what the hell has been happening. i'm caught in so many webs of thoughts that i can't get a grasp on what is going on. i'm very confused.
i know what is good and important though. so concentrating on that is a dandy way to go.
fuckin hell. what have i NOT been doing? what are the things i need to accomplish....
thinking about recording music almost a year ago and what has happened since then....
got a lot of work to do.

mushroom bubble bots eclipsing the sun
aeroplane whiskers tying up light bulbs
wiggle room for a squid a hundred feet long smashing a boat like a splinter
openwaternoescape
thought of imprisonment - the confines of a cell, the mental effect. space and thought, thought within space.
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