ur gr8

Your eyes are your ears passing through the breeze of waves in motion vibration like a witch smelling the smoke of her potion. The oil is rubbed on my mind and the photons are bouncing of it, hitting my eyes inside my head and the outside I have an illusion of objects.

Reality is the perception of the self bouncing.

An illusion everything is.

the Only thing real is the illusion's fist.

Punching my mind awakening the surreal.

everything Is nothing because everything is boiled steal.

the Self is a projection of ideas being drowned.

And the water is conciousness in a room full of clowns.

Help is nothing you need but to explore and discover.

your self and your true mother.

The earth nature and the non-existance of god.

Makes your mind wake up in the bed of hay because the kids dance moving there heads like puppets doing nods.

We are Astronauts with no helmets.

Questions

rise

Now.

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ur gr8

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