The brain (and moreoever the entire human body) is the slime that has received a billion trillion neurochemical impressions and hence evolved into the database of genetic knowledge that it is today. This intelligent slime possesses something that is like an individualized Spirit. Beyond the mere Seeing of consciousness from within and through its ( Read more... )

Everything is slime, everything originates in slime. The primordial slime of consciousness. 8.5 billion years ago on the Earth we know for certain that certain processes were set in place that would allow for organisms to begin to record and receieve and respond to information. Amoeba exhibited behavior that was blind, automatic, and meaningless, ( Read more... )

i dont believe money is real unless its invested in something. your cushion money is garbage, it serves your whims, it has no purpose as it has no destiny. give your money a destiny, dont pile it up, make it work, make it real. if its not ready to work at least put it in the locker room; get it ready to work, and if you ask yoirself if you have ( Read more... )

plastered on a floating reverie
i must have fused with wicked thoughts
nevermind those colors
nevermind i lost my train of thought
i hope you wont be troubled
double lemon lucky but a lot

laughter always singing breaking time
and livers bleeding lucky lemon thoughts

i hope you will not bother me
my throat fell to the bottom of the sea
and my eyes were up in ( Read more... )

i was on the shelf, waiting waiting ( Read more... )

dont be howling worries
devin my friend
shake those broken thoughts away
the path has always been this way
arduous and uncertain,
the echo of the morning air
rising angels clothed in prayer
the bluest blue ive ever known
your heart (it) melts before the throne

promises lovers made
from graves of soot and regret

shake those broken thoughts my friend ( Read more... )

dont be howling worries
fly to the sky devin in a hurry
shake those broken thoughts away
the path has always been this way
arduous and uncertain,
the echo in the morning air
of sweet hoping angels
the bluest blue ive ever known
but promises the lovers made from graves of regret

do you think the universe is hiding something from us? if so, then there must be a god, because youve ascribed intentionality to it.

if not, then the universe is totally naked before us and there is obviously no god.

i feel you.
i am confident in you.

do not be afraid to feel
do not be afraid to hurt
your hurt is a measure of your desire
and your desire is a reflection of your body's wisdom as it hones in on your lover.