it is today that i feel, like going to bed dirty, and allowing my body to expand in all directions, until the skin stretches like little sea weed, and the salt body forms glass. i am in a panic mood, thinking not enough, for my heart mind has more muscle than mind has memory. the common words fall to the bank of a stream. i am without wisdom for today. as i lay progressing in the tantalizing gesture of tomorrow, i reap no satisfaction in exploring the waveforms of hemi-sync modular brain default. pumpkin cream pie , too much sugar again. even though i'm healing, i wonder if i'll ever fully be healed. is that what life is? to process and heal, and when we heal we die, or perhaps birth new life. i can use a new life, a new birthing, perhaps this time the birthing canal can be the entire cosmic atmosphere, and i will have a giant mother, and no fear. oh the pleasure in no fear. oh the pure ecstatic joy in no fear within love. how i dream to devour the cake of mermaid flowers and space moss.
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