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When I was a cub I used to believe everything and I existed in the day dream of a god, and that I was a figment of a lucid imagination.
I see now how everything is constantly becoming, but will never quite be...as the prophetic say. It all stands on nothing but a “good idea”. If imagined, it could be made. If felt, might it actually exist? Somewhere, there are things not made for me. But I still want them, maybe not as human, but I still want them.
Sis took this in 2017
It’s newspaper, and I really hate the media
Progress on the shits,
It’s not a spoon
Apriori (1)
“I always believed that time travel was a gifted illusion
Perhaps the minds capability to recollect, intercept, and sense premonitions justifies this sci fi delusion
The ability to imagine oneself from a third perspective
I know the moment is past me, but I’ll revisit it as a time traveling machine crafted by dreams to take me alone...
A memory of my first home
If I’m lost in a daydream, for the love of god..don’t save me
What if I was the device, you and I. A vessel and apparatus for travel, the purer the thought the farther I’ll travel”
-Polter G.
For all the times I was absent minded,
I was comfortable in the perspective of the third.
I could dream and project myself above every single curse.
Flesh, mind and animal all descendants from an idea that came too soon.
Only here this certain flower blooms, only here is where we take certain refuge.
Only here we wage war, discord is not an ugly tune.
A pitch like static I could get used to.