hands don't look human

really what do I do with you?
insanity afloat I enjoy it so
there's nothing I can say
I haven't stated before

I move fluidly

Language

"The Tarot is an optical language, and it’s like a meter: It says, “What do you ask?” Tarot is not speaking with words; it says you should think with dreams, with intuition. The unconscious is not a language we speak like the conscious; unconscious we speak with actors, with image, with sounds, with colors. This is the language of Tarot."

Alejandro Jodorowsky

"Moon brains"

we fill in each other's voids
it's been written and I'm sure,
we will alter in tendency
having earned places in time

and as much as I won't make sense, I am content to just have half of the mind I need to carry

I try to rhyme

You're a cool swallow down my spine
or a soothing bundle wrapped in twine
Christ-like you're just so fine

Repair the unraveling

Keep cozy your dependencies
and so the ghost don't chill
you wouldn't want that.
A tense caliper creeping the edge
numb fingers and I worry for the blood flow
and for all that I know

Cut me open anywhere and
collect what scrawl drips into tiny bottles
I'll tell you where to find those
Reutilize perhaps it to
write up what once I was
not to nudge you but you know, you're kind

-plasmic

A millino little particular cells of what can
be considered a life supporting vial of cloudy murk
to clarify
And fuck if I'm not going to suck that down and become transparent!
Take it all!
You can have my brain!
I'm sure I've made it plausible
I cannot put words to any little smidgen
not english anyway.
Hvað er athugavert við mig?
When will I put it in proper inglés?

Almost mystic in origin
has written to present
in an order to breathe
become cycle
hard functioning
allowing words rapid and fluid.
You ensure secure guidance through the sands
of time's expanse.

13 pairs of eyes

I set out on a quest as a challenge to make myself less uncomfortable and it's not working.
My problem is I feel way too much and act very little in reflection, being something much harder for my brain to live with over many others... forgive my ego, I am very self aware. Just awed and concerned. Maybe subconscious discipline maybe nothing outside of stubbornness, either are getting very fucking repetitive. Allow my belief in myself to take action.

Lemongrass

Everything is anything is it

we are far, far beyond esta lengua

enginn titill

I honestly hate this security in my vicinity
I make zero senses but who's reading anyway
the only audience I value can take what ever you want
if you're reading know I've been blatantly carelessly honest with you
you've done your part
being the best human
to say the least being the one thought reocurring
þú ert úr mönnum
and I owe you what I cannot yet capacitate
because I've yet again to feel your corporality I fancy
All I need to know is your rhythm.
I can trust I already have professed much
and so so thankful you don't mind
eilífi kerfuffle!

Eilífu þakklát
for your time you know this.
þú ert yndisleg.

One word is whiskey

another is glass

I have the ability to bend time to my advantage
though I can't speed this up any more possibly
I think I'd lose what's most important is that:
I should be focused more on what I'll learn from here on
One fucking day at once
I can't live a month in an hour
but I can stare at the sand in the glass
and gain from each grain something of wisdom
I probably shouldn't take advantage of

I can't help feeling the air around me so wrap me up in thick cloth and stuff me into a tomb already
because I can escape that I can do anything

Lucidity

Confirmation of a soul kind to mine
Your mind's vast continents
make up a world I'm just as lost in
I intuitively navigate this world without a map

Remembering something is an accomplishment

I have an impossible time retaining much.
I dreamed last night of my family and myself traveling but the only "scenes" available to my recollection took place in terminals and bus stations, between places of our interest. There was never difficulty and we got comfortable in any place. There was no hint toward what part of the world we were in, where we were meant to visit, I suppose it was insignificant. The image I remember best were the huge clocks I saw everywhere we were on the walls, they were singular in layout showing local time, which I never logged
If I've learned anything it's that the journey is worth more than the treasure itself
A reminder to stay strong enough to harbor my patience
Fortune enables my heart to keep pace and
speeds up every day
and I am anticipating motion.
Would I favor flipping the record over but looking through the same window
or repeating the same record looking through different windows?