the worlds on tilt !
and you/i are just one of the trees !
hark! a shark in the wooder ! a fern in the forest ... a hand on the tree's bark ... no need to knock ... just twist the knob ... and walk right in ... the trees are alive and inviting us to share some insight ... one with the moisture ... each tree breaths as if alive ... screaming in silence to express the spectrum of emotions experienced within the realm of being thats behind the squishy red bark ...
it starts with a pilgrimage to the crime scene found at our finger tips, bloodied with the nectar from the fruits of the philosopher's stone ... they brought what few belongings they treasured ... the mass accumulated ... climbing ... one on top of the other ... the slowly amassing pile of humans began to grow into a heaping pile of loose wires, busted gaskets, tackle boxes, lures, plastic, sloppy decomposing fittings, grommets, switches and buffering internet signals ... those outside of the compulsion could not fathom why the gathering took action at the drop of a hat ... nor why the amassing chose to ignore the bodies at the bottom who dint seem to mind being crushed to paralyses or death by the ever generating pilgrimage of people ...
the powers at large became nervous ...
whats at the top of this ladder ? send helicopters to investigate ... send drones ... send planes, jets or ufos... even the prototype house-fly cameras ... send those, send those !
but nothing came back with any sensible proof or data that explained the herd's behavior ...
when interviewed the responses from the entranced humans were nothing short of incomprehensible ... garbled fragments spewing very few words, would paint pictures of spilt garlic carp strawbub rhubarb mashed potato oatmeal ... flaming venetian blinds ... and retired intestinally visceral decomposable machine gears ...
suddenly a balloon from the sky floated downwards
heavy with the looming responsibilities of huamn-kind
... nothing seemed impossible that day ...
tenders serving drinks found them flowing backwards ...
cripples enjoyed ice.cream without a jack-in-the-box taunting them ...
suddenly we all realized that the poison tasted just as good as the food grown in the dirt
... or ...
was it that we realized that the food tasted just as good as the poison ...
either way you u know which the people chose right ... right?
we chose the food right? over the poison ... we chose the nourishing foods that came in all shapes and sizes of delicious sustainable non-cancer giving bubble balloons right? right?!? right?
well ... no not exactly ...
its not what the pipelines are transporting ... and how profitable the non-re-new-able resource is ... its what the pipe lines and highways are gouging into the earth surface ... giant activate-able transmutation circles ... as gravity increased ... our brain cavities reached the maximum pressure tolerated and right before we all popped sigh-malformed-tame-i.e.-us-lean back and choke on the fact that we've already done this before ...
im just keeping my fingers crossed that i too can be buried in the ground without a box left to naturally decompose and become one with the red woods ... i love this place ...
and i love meeting good people in the midst of this magical place !
hahahah YAY! #HAPPYDAiLYBiRTHDAY i hope ur enjoying the art thats all around you ! not just in that white walled gallery insane asylum !
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speaking of ... heres some art:
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