Chaos writing and impulsive typing

And then you start,

In here and now,

That you can make it known.

To set the wounds,

To help the ink,

Which then can find a home.

In words and time, and past and next:

Mushrooms surround the golem;

Death,

A lasting symbol.

Undying breath.

——————

So now we breathe,

And then comes two,

Which always became one.

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The nectar of the hun-knee,

The food that is the God.

Through this

Old, long, growth

And Understanding;

You make us see the

Desert landing;

Where it is,

Just;

Desserts;

And then

————

Three.

———

Will come,

Into the end.

And now,

and then;

In time:

In May.

We feed our brains;

To numb the pain.

With chocolate, and vanilla.

And life; so long, with lust.

The sun and leaves will tell us;

That time,

in time,

Will will us,

exactly where it must.

The seasons are in harmony

With us and all the earth,

And that’s why now we take a step

And meet the number:

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Four.

—

It’s all:

-

More than a symbol;

More than I bargained for.

And now the number zero:

The second of the first,

The numbers of the heathen,

The hidden universe.

All that stays unspoken:

Undone;

Un-natural,

Dead.

—

We know not why it comes to us;

But we have met the end;

——

The devil, and deceiver;

Along, old, faustian trend.

———

Gazed into void and then;

When it gaze directly back:

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All is one and one is all;

The meaning of this track.

—————

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So when it comes, like Now

The time;

To fall;

We can all know,

In time that trusts,

With patterns, logic,

Feeling:

All that love and lust;

All things are one;

Which will be dust;

Which will be two:

Because it must.

One for all, and all for one;

For two, into the three.

Understanding trees in life

will bring us to the door,

and then, when we open it,

Is when we come to four.

The square of lines connecting;

Allows to know, that when,

It all then, grows:

for we are parents.

Logic is just,

And so inherent.

The laws and all the music,

is beamed into the head.

We know not yet the sequence,

But we find it through the dead.

The youth of now;

The past: The present;

The future of the race.

The Origins

Of Endings;

The universal stakes.

———————

Open up the window now,

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Breathe,

into the air,

—————————

exit out the door,

and enter to your lair.

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^This here above is Ten.

Go now.

My friend,

Please?

My friend,

Please, just

Tell me Why?

You’re still here?

It must be lie!

I’ve thought;

With time.

I made it clear?

It never ends,

It’s always mine,

The toxic blemish:

That’s the thing!

That’s it!

The Carpenter;

The builder,

The ancient savior myth.

He built the signs,

A Thing

Of rhyme,

and

love and peace,

And truth and time.

And now,

I set the world right;

Am found within the minutes,

The minute details of all will come,

Part 2.

Progress-

I am a cultural revolution in a person;

And an engineer of progress.

A religious prophet;

A soothsayer;

An understander;

An undertaker;

A teacher;

And a inter-galactic, Inter-disciplinary powerhouse of intelligence.

Created by,

thrice upon themselves;

The past,

Present,

and future.

To create language,

Scientifically,

Through perpetual entropy:

And empathy.

So you are you, and I am me.

Because I know.

So please, trust me.

Part 3.

Next comes the rest-

A subtitle and pun.

Pack the joint tight,

And then everything is;

All at the same time,

simply,

Truly,

Real:

Right now, and forever.

Time travel with drugs and art.

Become god to meet it;

Form the world through reason and emotion.

To be human.

Part 3,

Continued-

The conversation will never end.

For nothing can, truly.

We only put it to bed until it rests.

Rest, because it continues soon:

Part 4.

The next step, the wake up-

The body is nature,

concentrated into beauty.

And fantastic,

Efficient chaos,

Sends back into itself both forever and always.

So treat the body well and thus;

The mind develops.

We do the same with others; and

Others do the same with others.

We start something,

let it go,

and,

the chaos points in a direction:

Reason:

Armageddon.

Annihilation.

The final truth.

The end of reason and the;

Part 5.

Descent into madness-

Hold my hand through the gates of hell.

The one rest in a world which never stops;

In an infinite universe of whimsy and inter-dimensional love.

Please,

I beg you;

Responsibly, of course:

Eat a mushroom and see death.

Cont-

Understand it all:

That everything,

Everywhere,

All at once,

Is truly how it is.

in the simplest way possible;

in a strange, confusing world;

At the same time

Forever and always.

This is the thesis

Of no absolut-es;

Except vodka.

Because it’s good when it’s simple.

This was taught to me by Sylvia Plath.

A dead, mad, woman who wrote a love song while she was here.

It will always be that way.

We will always be here;

Because we were once there;

In the past.

And we left evidence.

Because the old world is;

The new world which;

Is also the future;

All at the same time.

Therefore;

This is Deathconsciousness defined:

The thesis of life at the moment.

For me,

And you,

And us,

And them:

Four very complicated things made simple here and now.

Which is why the next version of you,

Made of the same stardust as you right now,

will someday look at your ashes to understand the past;

without needing anything else.

Life is abundance, and all is well.