Etched in the back right corner of the forefront of my adult brain lies the primal beast within. Transformed, like a dungeonous dragon breathing the fire amidst my once torrent and tattered soul, I felt the tip of renaissance reproach like an iceberg rising from the sea.
As the open neutrality consumes my inner morbidity, the culminating truths and exponential waves continue to vibrate within and through out the concurrent channels of pre bought, pre packaged, pre sliced, produce, which condescendingly culminates in the ambient serenity of the sound of the voice that calls my name.
The interconnection of life, the raw materials we consume, and the flamenco rhythms we dance to are all a product of our mere being.
As the world sleeps, I create. When your parents told you nothing happens overnight, they were not referring to my sphere of influence. This iron curtain has been curtailed. Like strings twice chewed on a Nike hoody with little holes in it, this match has been won.
The equation solved. The series clinched. In this ball park, we only sell all beef franks. 100% kosher too. You betta believe it. And yeah…While you’re at it if you could brew some brava beans breifly based in a buliogn, that’d be beautiful. Boom!
Like butta on bread spread thinly at noon. We goin real far. We aiming for the moon. Moon crickets will begin to resonate while dissecting Tao and reinventing both the hear and now.
Resurrect the beat. Consummate the soul. Fertilizing beauty creates more than thrice times four. Seed the bamboo slowly. Wane and whimsically woe. This is the present notion. This is loving and living in the here and now
Snap a bow tie on top. Paint a spring board right below. Bowl the sideways backwards. Irrigate your soul.
Realize all your weaknesses. Recognize what brings you down. Use extraneous energy positively for you are quite the wrecking ball. Sail a summoned tidal wave, slaving for the scent, of every single energetic glowing little friend.
Pound your garlic roughly with a tool made by a man…or take it mortar pestle style, and grind it with a can. Gaea guides us blindly. The sirens tell us so. Rise above the tallest mountains, for the peak has more than snow.
The Himalayas are in hind sight etching out the frontal lobe of this indigenous world. Attaching themselves blindly to memories infused in eccentrically euphoric europesque eccentricity.
This is the style that I choose. This is the style that once chose and now embodies me. Thus, this is here in, which notes the demarkation point of how, what we can and cannot change, just like the is we turn to was and the now we change to later simply “are”.
This blind insight, to those of us who are fair may seem omniscient and wayfaring. To a simple man, this may just be or seem absurd. Or maybe this strange slice of life is the closest to reality you have seen and have yet to observe.
Listen, I don’t claim to have the answers. I do however have the key to the door and the map to lead you there. Shall you choose this wise endeavor, i will be there acting as your guide. If you choose to travel solo, I’ll be there close nearby. The end is just beginning. The middle is already here. The births I give light to are an extension of those who gave me the light of truth and bear the essence of each individuals uniquely untainted unrequited soul,
The power of my mind bewilders those who do not know. Deep down inside my skin there lies a man with friends not foes. Those who knew can see and help to Dave the way. Those who care to know some more ask and I shall say:
Surely sit upon it. Tie it to a tone. Wrap it round the book that’s bound and sing a rhythm sold. Fascinate the fantastique with a wave of gold. Baske under the sunshine’s eternal glorious gold. The earth may be fair weathered. The rite of passage may be one of old. It doesn’t disenchant us. It helps to make us bold.
Glorious in our epic travels. Expediently respawning our reptilian clones. The universe is the only law. The physicality. The basic principle. The applicable mold. Glorious in our endeavors. Expediently regaining the stream of consciousness to and fro. The universe is the only law. Mother Earth please let us go.
Depart from all the sages. Conceive from wisdom old. Tribal love will pave the way. It’s the garlic, you’re the clove. Sautéed your onions smoothly. Chop your carrots cool. We’re living in the here and now. We make all the rules.
Obey. Your. Self.