re-twitterated

1..

breakin' out the 3 weeks ago notebook. LOOK! .




i tried to rip off the imitation of design pieces but decided not to work too much. ruining it ruining it. as usual #Virgo is fairytalefallen.



Jalapeno. Sweet Vidalia. Centos Crushed. Chili Powder, etcetera..



thinking about parallel universes/lives.



crop circles. marbling effects. distortion. shiva. ace of cups. third eye open. white noise without. one pointedness..



Emoticons deep wells too dark out here to read, yay..



.



2..



today is laundry day here. among other various other tasks and distractions. nothing wrong with distractions. i livefreely..



cooking from scratch. Waffles. Belgian style. I serve my kids, service unto others, devoting my life to it since...hmmm...???? #unsure.



prob with me is everytime i bake or make something like this, i think i am stirrin' up glue. its gluing my girl to me :).



zero laundry begun. ungluing temporarily..



#meow intoxication rippin kitten #neeka .



yes. those eggs were unfluffy..



EGO. PRIDE. what's that? i'm learning..



we are one and the same. atman brahman. all that shizzle. now i separate myself, unglue..



.



3..



i am a thieving artist..



RE: intellectual property, internet makes that moot, excepting originals/handmades, ©ididit.



living libraries. living words. see things that make you wonder? think? feel? INSPIRE. TEACH. aMUSE. ::----)).



.



4..



My heart whispers until it screams. Scatterbrained, I am head of wind..



do you have any idea?.



Lookt for my totem. It was at once Indigo Saber and Mockingbird. Lookt funny, that kookoo kat..



But the gutturrall intonations and squarkizations, a language of skatt. (that is an actual misspelled word.).



and the lost words of ''scat, scidaddle, that's where i'm at.''.



Giant babies crawl out of 'n' all over me. Got to tango now, this tangle..



Fly on off pretty pretty bird. Strut yo stuff strange byrd. Serenade us all cocky birdie bird....



.



5..



Monorail and Kitty Cat. Escape out to the Jungle. drumbeats and twirling dervs. Aquablue shadows structure my bones..



Tunnelling. Our machete. Ways through the density. Books and utensils. Library as kitchen, feeding the hungry..



.



6. .



Barefoot babies at the park, shady oaks, those elders, offering of protection..



I'm just a hobo...gritty teeth...fragrancy of vagrancy...hoppin' your train....



Can she comprehend? The solar glare? The vastness, this Aquarian sphere? Ever expansion, the Carnie's stare?.



Her iota, la voz menos. Siempre menos, dos vidas al lado. Un idea grandiose! Plug powercord into the head!.



.



7. .



back into the Upanishads of my library, your library, #ALLOURLIBRARIES transcendentation from internal server error 1,282,705,081,000.00 via web .



.



The pages fold in on a word. But the flowering out of sensation...Oh! To create like that.



.



THANK YOU FOR YOUR INNUMERABLE BLESSINGS, GOD! Svayam Bhagavan! #TEARSOFJOY .



.

.

.