your email is wrong, or is it my mind?
perhaps I'm too cryptic at passing the time.

what I was trying to get at was the massive double spiralling patterns. they twist and wave on the edge of my spine, oscillating in highly detailed fractalling waveforms. not one straight line.

as though seeing the whole universe has made me blind. are you up here too? or who is it I'm talking to?

kundalini? explosions. levels my mind.


I am the grass, make sense of that.
now let burning moments decay into ash.

as you see, the lyscergic acid has penitrated my vertebrae.
twas tripping out just the other day.

it leaks through into every word I say,
the verbal patterns align themselves in many ways,
though unconscious in inception, they fade with time.

now I've found myself in quite the bind.

how do I describe the futility of words without using them blindly... especially that word, word itself, reflecting into infinity?


now my shadow's in the way, it trips me when I try to play.

though the moon has witnessed quite the show. ask me about this, I'll let you know.

regaurdless, the original plan was ideal indeed, it was simply ill timed. I was working too hard for a while, and my mind was in pieces on the last time you heard....
smashed up by long straight black lines. oh how the monolith is about to die.

You feel what I'm saying? or do you hear what I see?

Rainbow eyes are stuck to my mind. Perhaps you would be kind enough to remove them, beleive me, I'm trying.

It just feels like a dream, only one level higher, and I've just become lucid as I lost the fear of dying.
Conscious all throughout the night. Nobody understands, I thought you might.

Though time's off again, I'll be on the other side of the earth by tonight... did I miss?
There is nowhere here left to go.

Speak as you wish.
And don't mind me, I'm just cutting hose.