Fiery this tempest.
out of Context;
‘…To define thought as just another room to enter…The space between shadows, and the space in between those, the particles that sing through the passageways and patterns of wherever we are…’
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What the devil sees, the devil wants.
the beast is myriad forms taken shape…the mind that guides these words is feral…the primitive harshness of a concrete reality, but what is real?…god is everything, a sense of one with everything, and some would say a certain selflessness…selfish beasts that we live inside…what meanings are offered to appease the ever-questioning mass of cells?…why does rot taste like the sea?…are we all parts of an ever-rotting godform?…the flesh would suggest that in some sense…why does the beast rot away?…godness defers some sense of eternity, or is that the dichotomy that the spiritual prevokes?…
One and one and one. (makes millions)
out of Context;
‘…Maybe I will explode in shards of brilliance that few will be able to pick up, but those few pieces will become the next seeds for newer realities to be built upon…Who knows because I certainly don’t…’
