0 to 255

at every point in space

don't max it out

we all running at .75 and die past 1

vaporized at 1.5

the transcendent zone is .89-.89999

counterintuitive, but

at .0000000000000001^-20 and at 254.99+ everything becomes imaginary

(haha we can only imagine)

light has WEIGHT, put your head around that

running low at .00034 but it's still there

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in dreams

like waking thoughts,

one half of the brain receives

the other generates feeling and light (or maybe lets in feeling and light)

the reception is translated into language and emotions

light of varying colors, positions, brightness and size is made in 3 dimensions

and your overall feelings permeate like gas, drifting, mixing to become new ( Read more... )

i pass through myself

like fabric

rolled and folded

each bend a step

between spectrums of forever

linearity a concept

the truth is periphery

canyons and voids

twisting internally

bright spots of tension and intersection

i pass parallel with insight

at best, glancing

then i ricochet

to another step

the flys are all mechanical

and the dogs are all on rails!

your body is a pneumatic tube

the mind money money money

there is no such thing as fate

or destiny

but

all that there is

is all that can be

--

we can live on withering fruit

grown in dry sand

because daily

we choke down hot air (lungs stressed with each breath)

eyes burning in the heat

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at best, we reflect

but wow!

can you imagine being the gate

for fluid expression

your mirror becomes clear

letting the light shine through

--

you can't predict your thoughts

because

one half of your brain generates(receives?)  a thought

the other interprets and translates them for the external world

they cannot not communicate with each other

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i'm so so sorry

so sorry

it's unfair

that your closest friend died

without warning

in another country

and all i can do is say how sorry i am

over and over

i'm so sorry

so so sorry

--

thought you were going to tell me you broke your arm

lost your job

or

some other relatively serious thing

but no

a life tore a hole in yours as it left

All interpersonal problems arise out of judgment, the fear of judgment and/or incomplete communication.

our true forms are void expanse

personality shell feeling on time vectors

out container modified by in

in, mixing action/reaction, perception loop

dreams organic window to process

I can’t think of songs
When they ask
Or favorite colors

But

There’s nothing quite like
The horizon coming in to view

I forget
But it’s been years now
Since I saw that death rattle
But the doctors called it
While? Or after?
She still made noise
Breath like clicks
The last fire going out

-
Memories so immediate
Might as well be now
Can we so concretely remember the future???
Would that work??