IF MY FRIENDS WET RIVERS A_Z THEMSELVES.
IF
MY
FRIENDS
WET RIVERS A_Z THEMSELVES
A.
spiritual growth of the fingernail
These are notes I have taken, given in small electrical impulses of my spiritual body. A creation of an all dimensional field. I will connect the dots throughout the day, in any ungiven oddity of order or predisposition, as I will hopefully not lose you in the process. Might I add that you are receiving a message at this very moment to allow your own retrieval of all messages allotted you in any form over the other. This results in the future. In your understanding of the unorthodox yet entirely classical understanding of the brethren of oneself and oneself proper.
Welcome children. Good morning son, Welcome to the planet. We’re gonna make you young and dumb then old and wise. At one point, in between, when you shift we’re gonna cut the cake, marry the dawn, free your entrapment. We’re gonna confuse your confusion. Just to make it more interesting we’re gonna throw in a loooooooooot of folks who will stay dumb and asleep their whole lives. To make matters worse, they’ll be unaware. Kids we’re gonna silly make a couple people on the planet a little TOO aware as to not throw off the scent let alone the balance. Your DNA strands balance out the other things of things. But they’re like a light switch. If you never find it you never searched. It’s your own fault. Will you survive my boardgame?
It’s a great way to try.
Happy trails on the beds of my proverbial fingernails.
This is from a most unreasonable voice. This is what you all sound like.
Did you drown the first time you saw someone frown?
I’m only writing metaphorically in the sense that this is the viewpoint of someone who knows what you sound like when you’re alone.
Whether the doorknobs are large or small.
In a colorful room
understated by its
bleakness.
See you back there because you’re here now.
I feel like I wrote you so many times while you were standing right here.
I can’t believe that time you opened your mouth to do that or say that can you?
Back when we were kids you told me all about light switches.
They were ripped out of the walls
and I couldn’t stop touching the ends
of the wires
because they felt on my eyes
with their need to grow anyway
even after they were separated
from currency.
CARRYING AWAY YOUR SOVEREIGN DUTIES WAS USUALLY AN HONEST WAY TO GO. BUT IN THIS CASE A MISTAKE WOULD SOLVE ITSELF. Money hungry.
BEE.
The Periodicity of Change
It is our mind that which confers
things order of the
becomes
Circumstances
Chaos becomes order without perceptive change
hcoas becomes rdroe
osahc becomes roedr
shaoc becomes dorre
Change to order becomes chaos
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But don’t worry your spatial distance will alter all your ideas of similarity and idea of order.
Just don’t lower your coat and hit everyone in the process.
C.
CHANGE._________
CHANGE._________
CHANGE._________
ANSWER._________
ANSWER._________
VOTE.____________
VOTE.____________
VOTE.__________________
VOTE.__________________
VOTE.__________________
A.___
S.___
L.___
MAIL.___________________
EMALE._________________
MALE.___________________
GIRL._____________________
SIGN._______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________.
Don’t forget the tab.
EVERY QUESTION YOU’VE EVER ASKED OF YOURSELF.
Tell me now in detail.
D.
THIS IS NO PLACE FOR DOROTHY
I decided today that you are the one. I didn’t even decide in fact it decided for me. That lofty fact that falls in for some if not for all if ever allowed. Although in an assured purpose to find this to begin with. I suddenly found myself at the bottom of a bag. A loaf of love not in yeast. The least of dreams would come next. Whether these dreams or those beneath a darker lid might synchronize to pose themselves under the same light. This is no place for Dorothy. On the backside of color. Had I always been aloft? Did I ever land? Eschew me poppy in your striped basket leggings.
E.
Typically the eschew with pain is that you create a constant proposal for collateral damage. It’s a slip n’ slide not a landmine, so stop making molehills out of the streets you live on. A way to how many caves you dig.
F.
Fourfold spheres produce singular fire centers to retain autonomous development. Doesn’t that sound exactly like everything you’ve ever heard before?
G.
Grey mornings fly right outside the collective consciousness. Where ice cold fevers take no time to melt.
An alchemist daughter bird feeding its blood to its prey. I lost my tooth many times that day. When you feed yourself a dish of leftovers your daughters will sigh and bleed until their teeth fall aside.
H.
Happily
I once compared all my friends to rivers and they had no idea I saw the water in their eyes every time we spoke.
I knew all along about all of it.
Have you properly formatted your reply?
I. If there were no reflective surfaces you would never know the difference or indifference.
J.
Just in case you were planning on asking:
AM I an anarchist? GOD no
AM I rebel? GOD no
AM I a centurion? GOD no
AM I a pessimist? GOD no
AM I a person of interest? GOD no
AM I a legend? GOD no
AM I a pessimist? GOD no
AM I a catholic? GOD no
AM I a casualty? GOD no
yes I am DOG
PM
P.S.
K.
L.
Little young some son had read about the non space and non cause of an envelope and what might not be inside. Then I boarded the train with my painting of it and the man across from me held an envelope with cause as the woman next to him read the state of being by Virginia Woolf. And then we would all be together without cause on this train of serving an inactive*</>* active relationship with our dual counterparts.
M.
Mom, I love you. Whenever you are.
N.
Not much unlike your armchair, I will never appear rested enough in the spatial plane to appear to have an identity. 9==9==9
O. pen
To be unthankful for food. To misunderstand to humanity everyday. To see no tunnels. Backwards qap full.
P.
Perfect sense of cents has relentless effects on your curving system.
Qq.
I brought you closer to have you listen to THE STORY OF THE ORIGINAL QUILLS
I put a five fingered glove out in the compartment of your car and cut a hole in the palm. You couldn’t fit yourself through the love part of your arm so solemn, but you knew a feather you liked better than the others, so you pricked your own scholarly finger on your own plot, and bled through the facts.
R. #
Rotten tomatoes are better thrown than fresh ones.
S.
Saturn was assuaged from Neptune’s lair
when I sipped on the tiny bottle
that carried my unborn prophecy
gliding along the rings that
lacquered in honey
the dew of space rose
and this time saw right through me
I had become transparent
from liquid
streams
burying ourselves
in retrograded misread
unclear
unborn
undead
your first gate to god
is
conscious
approval
of
you.
T.
RUTH
U.
Under these paper sheets is the perfect pen and it’s only think.
V.
VOLUME
VICISSITUDE
turns
VIRAL
Then you cleared it all away. You cleaned out.
W.AR is enough to be enough.
Enough is enough.
Enough.
No.
O
X.
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You knew this would be about a xylophone strapped to your back. It would slide back and forth like a pendulum on a drum. We have built time underneath everything. We have mutually decided how it will go. How many levels are there though?
Y.OU ARE the answer.
Z.
Z+u=sleep
SWEET DREAMS.
SWEET DREAMS.
SWEET DREAMS.
WE’RE
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Love, Chelsea.