Roadside bouquets

Roadside bouquets

a quick call to say I’m ok

And I’m on my way

and I’ll drive it home

this worlds lonely homie

I like my space

I crafted laced and stitched this all together

while the weather kept the storms at bay

and when it didn’t well I weathered them anyway

My heart was born heavy still i float like a feather weight

And I brought the rain with me

brain thrifty

Ive never been the type with taste so picky

give me the shirt that don’t fit me

give me the road and ill still see

the gardens abound

I found bouquets

while I looked at the ground

and give thanks

while say to myself

life found a way

to grow through grit and the rock and the shit

and we can too

endorse endure

eclipse enmesh en mass

enough and more

find and chart courses

divorce this malignant force

that we’re at war with

and absorb this

straight from the source

we’re all wild horses

There’s no such thing as a stable home

There are no demilitarized zones

and you will only find peace

when you can find it alone 


enriched

water to roots like breath to lips

a gift

(CHORUS)

If time it dilates

It vibrates

flummoxed

as I rummage through the tonnage

from pit in my stomach

I’m thinking

Pity

Its nothing on all sides

But pittance from the prince of tides

still every little bit counts

And so I’m

Shoring up soil to make sure this little pit thrives

The cradle of life death fertilized

That’s why I try and be a fungi-

Know we’re all traumatized

Violence is the fruit of a tree well brutalized

And we’re living through some brutal times

Early morning drive

while the gloom’s looming planet wide

I’d

Plant wildflowers watch the streets come alive

roadside bouquets you’re calling muted

staying rooted as a matter of faith

see its a matter of taste

and my palette

is fucking disgusting

rusted, decrepit and crumbling

life in the stone

and the rose

thrown away once done with

a bouquet for me?

Pretty weeds from concrete

the signs are discrete

but me?

Never been accused of such subtlety

amused

but you get confused by the things I do publicly

you’ll never seem to see the pushed in the puddle me

what once was

but now smudged

those are the shapes that I love

because they’re honest

they never

do as they’re told or

as they’re supposed

or bundle it up

and im artist

honestly

I look for this stuff

there are a million different faces of love

but everyone

that ever spoke to me

did so

on the low

out their mouth sideways

while I vibrated in agonized guilt

because I watched all of those flowers killed

not only do people never get them while they’re still smelling

they don’t even notice that they’re there to begin with

(CHORUS)

and I’m

on my way

in my way

live life in excesses

obsessed thinking its blessed to be rich

but never thought of what a blessing is

or how a world might dress it

if your guess was grotesque

well then yes you guessed it

but could you really love the house when the floor is all busted?

could you really love your neighbor

when you’re hearing him cussing for hours about nothing

on end??

or for just acting like a fucking fiend

what do you really think compassion means

folks will say its dumb

until they atrophy

we all go backwards

You cant escape the causalities

imagine actually

thinking that its not that bad????

Fuck apathy

live affably try and laugh

but never act like its all amiable

damsel distressed not careful

get saved by a werewolf

beware savagery

reactive forces with no center of gravity

do not seek truth they seek comfortable

See being vulnerable is incredibly honorable

but hardly ever gets honored

and more often feels awful

we mistake quietly lined up

for responsible and so those left responsible

don’t have the sense to hold their own selves responsible

they are wrong,

you weren’t strong

watching yourself down trodden on

theres nothing wrong

about feeling despondent

sometimes we need to soften up

often

clay just dug ups too tough

and you cant mold it

my favorite bouquets are the ones left living despite the odds

That after all the sabotage to still be counted on

to show the very beauty of the sun they sprouted on

Flesh and Bone

It was a blood rendering 

Of flesh and bone

Benchwarmer who was left alone

Romantic not romantically

Just the type to live in fantasy 

Living out my fantasy 

What a fallacy 

I didn’t have the faculties actually

But theres only one way to know 

So i was never home

Antics and apathy

What a travesty

Earth steadily grabbing me

Do anything she asks of me

Still feel the pull of the gravity

It was a splendored thing

Hushed in tone

All the sacrifice for just a bit of influence

Oh the impedance

Oh the insignificance

Lift that light that you’ve risen in

Only to dim again

I like to score for friends 

And to keep score for them 

Pulling straws

Pulled the shorter end again

Id sure like to the shore to end

But id been walking on this beach 

So long and so far and so on

So im not sure it ends

Its just more and more bends

Like a pressured vein

Scuba dive

Oxidized 

Awful try

Ask me why

Id rather break my own back

Then admit that i dont have a spine

Fuck it im fine ive always been serpintine

Kinda like the suffer

But its sucks to see that in your eyes

Every try

Every light house to lead ships arry 

wrecked at the cliffs edge

Rest for the stiff neck

But only for a second

Then its break neck speed

Every time 

i thread the needle

through the wrinkles in my eyes

Only to see

Im cognizant 

Ugly like a cormorant 

Fuck those dirty birds 

Look trust me 

Im sure that there lovely in some way ok

Just let me have this one today

Run these runny fingers along fencing 

As i walk away  

Stimulating nerve endings

From end to end 

Lending me strength

Its a zen thing

This is sun sending

This is un ending 

This forever bending let never break

Never take less or more

Only what you truly need

Always had some food to eat

had some clothes and

A home somewhere i could shit and eat

I had a job and some money 

Still believe when you seek 

The world is becoming 

The drumbeat

Seen a deadbeat lead

To melancholic frolic through the polish of death

Formaldehyde varnish 

Follow my steps 

Follow your breath

Why they telling you there’ll be nothing left 

This is all blessed 

Fucking alarmists 

Idk where the alarm is 

But theres no waking me

Could never break dream

Ill just dream more lucidly 

Dreams about you and me

with the blood overrunning the streets

It’s a new kinda sheek 

The discrete elite

Dictating diction 

How we speak 

If ever worlds invoke a word police

theyre coming for me

Running to be

Running my mouth

Running amock

Through the muck

With a love of these free

Words of apathy 

What in the worlds happened to me 

See I used to be magic

Now its murdered rabbits 

In my hat

Look at that

Tryna see the world through the backwards

Ravaged, consumption, combustion and plastic

From the great plains rivers mountains and lakes

 to the blood in our veins

Tainted the same

Every action

Equal to opposite 

Im trying to do opposite

To show and not tell 

And to offer it up like some crux of the truth

Look i made this for you

Still been willing to be willing my way 

Inna parade while they masquerade

Pantheistic and ritualistic 

Sayin fuck the riches

Fuck making a damn name 

I just want to see a damn change

Make a difference

shape the world with the words

When i listen

Love lifted

Im gifted so i shifted space

In between the day and night 

When dusk and dawned on 

With the musk of a some rusted trust

my light long gone on me

Logged off on me 

But Im staying awake

Alone in my cave 

The depraved sounds of growling and howling apes

Reflected through the depths

Of the eyes of this mage

Blank page

Holds a sword with a sense of rage

Theres got to be a better way

Oh socrates 

Oh sweet hypocrisies 

Free philosophies of what the worlds often brings

Somthings off with him 

To act like nothings offered to him

I often’d say that id never have a sensei

World had always lent me

Remarkable men 

Time and time again

So much unrest 

And the stress truly built me best

Steady man 

Readily damned through my own hands 

Tryna KO me

It’s like ok me 

I’m perfectly ok

I’m perfect ok 

I can not allow myself to waiver in anyway 

Slapped back 

Back to the back of the void 

So annoyed 

With the way that I choose to deploy 

My righteous voice

But I always come back to it 

Still  keep it for me

Because I wonder if it’s too much to breach

Because honestly I feel like it’s too much for me 

Lets discuss this more

Am i disgusting? Sure

But show me evil and im the first one would rush the door

All your temptations rest in resting with some busty whore

What are you lusting for 

Whats that illustrious lure

I heard the mighty roar

i never be an herbivore 

I need to feed the beast

I raise my hand and peace

But i know that theres no changing me

Fuck logistics 

This the shit that makes me sickest

In the sense that i want riches 

Its only to build what i envision 

The world i want to live   

And to pass on

When i pass on 

So ive passed on a lot

Of happy simples

And im fine with that

Sometimes this life feels like a never ending spinal tap

But im not married to the marrow 

What a narrow vision of living 

Is so much more

Than flesh and bone

Get Outta Town

Get Outta Town! (Bandcamp)

Get Outta Town! (Soundcloud)

Prof. Mayfly and Subtle Keystrokes craft a psychedelic journey through the nethers of a poetic consciousness. A combination of soothing, calming reflective, devotional and ambient sounds, a tinge of hip hop, and a torrent of poetry.

The albums thematic focus is on the attributes and associated feelings with taking big risks in life and moving into a new chapter of growth, Made for quiet introspection the suggested listening style is alone with headphones or in the car on a long drive. A PDF booklet with lyrics and associated artwork for all tracks is included for anyone who downloads the album on bandcamp. If you enjoy this album please share it, and follow me on bandcamp soundcloud twitter instagram or all of the above

thank you and happy listening

Fabricated Flight (1/10th)

(Featured image is of Peter Brughels – Fall of Icarus)

(Image in Soundcloud link is an original)

Fabricated Flight is a poem and song inspired by the tale of Icarus, it is a reflection of my sense of self worth and my perception of my goals. Please enjoy and Share (Lyrics/Poem Below link)

 

What do you wanna fly?

Fuck manners I’ve waited my turn.
No instructions so how could you learn.
I will drape myself in this weight like a lead cape.
Steel skin rusting, fussing is part of the art.
I put myself together by first falling apart.
And my attentions been of the charts.
Honing in to that bullseye like throwing a dart.
Which states of the art? Because I’ll move there happily.
And watch that whole world trail on after me.

<Chorus>

(Because I’m mad zen maybe nine times out of ten, but 1/10ths still 3 days a month that it all comes undone and I let my mouth run.
Some guys trust the guise of the blue skies
Some folks only focus on the on their dead hopes. While I?
Man, I strive for that Icarus kiss of the sky if I could fly for a moment in time then Its fine…And I don’t give a fuck how peter Brugheul paints me.)

At least I made wings y’all didn’t make anything. I guess that was Daedelus, I asked my dad he just told me to snap out of it. Because he’s seen me like this before sure. In all types of light but even In the light of love I’m still the writing type Im still the fighting type but see I put my fist down now I don’t care if you don’t like my type.

Because
Your blanket statements won’t keep you warm.
The humans being man thats just a form
These prescriptions won’t cure the symptoms
When some addictions are to the core
There’s gotta be more(x4)
So I move on down the coast just to b-more
And it’s gonna be so so raven
But I’m more of a crow tho with my flow yo so cloaked like Frodo I’m baggin it up…
and I’m backing it up in my off-road sport LE.
That’s a joke you wouldn’t get unless you know me personally and personally
I think the measure of a man is what his word can reach.
True liberation through a verb curved purposely.
Cursing or cussing I’m telling you something.
It’s like somebody took the lid off of my hip hop.

And while I’m mad zen …

maybe nine times out of ten, but 1/10ths still 3 days a month that it all comes undone and I let my mouth run.
Some guys trust the guise of the blue skies
Some folks only focus on the on their dead hopes. While I?
Man, I strive for that Icarus kiss of the sky if I could fly for a moment in time then Its fine…And I don’t give a fuck how peter Brugheul paints me.)

And for what?
me and my beats will become more abstract.
No tempo no track no keys and no snaps.
Forgive me I don’t fix my MIDI.
I let the track the stand.
I think inflection is important,
some samples imported but always distorted and filtered or kiltered and everything’s free.

I’m tryna show you how it feels to have steel wings strapped to a feather weight.
Tell me don’t jump. I’m to stubborn for your better way.
Never crushed like a rubber man.
I’m luffy or luffy aloof but you’ll love me. And either way I’m in one piece.
The sea is so vast and fabricated But as it ripples and rides
I don’t worship the waves man I worship tides
And as they’re passing me by
I don’t worship ships but I worship the size
And the keels
hold it together man hold it together man.

So far, from typical thoughts have spawn pitiful. I believe in my core, endured principles.
And yo it’s funny, because I don’t care about the money.
But understand that demanding respect.
Often translates to the size of your check.
To that I effect I’ll never break my neck
except for natures debt, which I accept.
I feel truly indebted to.
Thank the world which has raised fed, bedded and embedded me.

I just really want to be influential, essentially essential to the world through intention.
From papers, inventions and honorable mentions.
Man of the Renaissance, or at least to that effect, read aloud in my epitaph.

Man I can’t help but laugh when I think of that. It makes me happy in a deep place.

So you can save face, it’s true that I take hate graciously. Try to keep pace with me and you’ll find your mind hating me.
But I accept love spaciously and patiently.
When I say stay with me, I mean mentally mystically spiritually artistically,
I don’t give a shit about visually or sexually.
So perplexed by me you’ll feel detest for me.
Even the lift of flight comes off that downward push and look.
I would risk my life, absorb spite in this dormant light.
For just a second at the northern lights.
Because even through the quirks and the irksome.
Even through the filth and the boredom.
Even through the hate and and rejection despite the infection.
And all these irrational assholes, tangled in their own awareness. I don’t care it’s.
Still so beautiful to be alive.
So that’s why I’m done trusting majority because it occurred to me falling from the sky that this was all I’d ever really wanted But I still didn’t see me going like this.

Waitless(Keep Drifting)

Well, this one took a little while to get out of me

Waitless (Keep Drifting)
Lyrics by Prof. Mayfly

(verse 1)
Well i get frisson like a motherfucker
And i get visions like no other brothers, and sisters
This is for a moment in time
I think that most of my mind likes to rhyme at least most of the time.
I tangle up the spider silk and it’s riveting.
I’m throwing out entitlement for enlightenment
I’m done fighting it, I really fucking like this shit.
I was so worried that you wouldn’t be alright with it.
But imma will it into being, it’s thrilling when you see that its all relative
Mass space time velocity and energy
Look
Einstein proved it mathematically so don’t you tell me research conflicts with spirituality
Just face your setbacks and your fallacies you practically cracked me and my ego
I’m free though to leave, or love, and I’ve got shit to do
So ill be riddling through the dilation I’m patient
This thin walled casing, A stress evaluation It’s way too gradient
It’s gonna take a spectrograph to measure that
As a matter of fact, it probably won’t stay in tact.
Rip your life from the tracks Throw the dice in ya pack,
take a chance, quick glance, I trance
Look mom no hands!
Imma do what i can, from new york to japan while im taking my stand
with no fans
Wait, what is this frequency that speaks to me my brain hertz, thats resonant
Man i dont think that i remember in between all of my residence and dismemberments
Its kind of pleasent like i’m alway home, and thats the reason why ive always grown thats the reason why i love my own,
And my enemy remeber me i wanna be a laureate, and just got published
I work for the public then head to the pub kid.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

(verse 2)
But who am i to persuade you?
And who am i to evade truth?
Cooped up I’m ruthless, i’ve gotta find truth
If i reach the last page will i reach that last stage and fade?
Or is this sentience a mere reflection of a transient intention of a universal consciousness.
I’ll stay on top of it Ill be the page of swords
I’ve never been adored, but i look forward to the taste of maybe making it
I really just get bored…
I wish that i could just live in my dreams
Because it seems human being really isn’t my thing.
Bring in the sunshine, fuck me man Im way too lucky
I think i understand feeling
I think i get that real things, are not the same as reality
I think i finally understood why everybodys always so god damn mad at me
They’re not.

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting

Verse 3 (Spoken)
When a particle reaches it’s highest frequency and escapes the system there is a flash of light.
We know based on mass relativity that theoretically at the speed of light mass would be infinite.
Enlightenment: the search for your souls resonant frequency. The eradication of the human barrier, the ego. For in that moment the particle is one with the whole of the universe. Every tensor of existence is expressed briefly through the static. For an amount of time we express as zero that exists forever and not at all . All mediums have the power to resonant energy is contained within the system.

Where and when are you afraid of going?

(Chorus)
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless
Or maybe i should maybe i just, maybe its just wait less
So maybe i should wait less, or maybe i’m just weightless

And keep drifting…

The Bug Collection

You can’t step on them ok?

The Bug Collection

a story of retribution through compassion 

By Subtle Keystrokes & Prof. Mayfly

So what the fuck am i supposed to do, when every critter in the grass makes me hope for you. And I’m hopeful too, of the mirror and the message it’s exposed me to. Human beings getting mean I’ve got news for you, I grew into this, please grow out of it, trying to cure my bad habits it’s a lonely road to freedom but by kingdom come this will be done, collection smashed in half and scattered, stop tripping it’s smaller than you’ve made it out to be, I resent you even doubting me. Because I will. I’m not in it for the thrill dollar bills or the easy kill. We will triumph, you can’t step on them ok?. Or step at me with your Jedi like mind games. I’m fine man I’m over it. I just don’t want to be the one who’s disowning this distant star grab space landing. Life is better than that so much better than that so much better in fact it’s only one mission is to stay in tact and that’s tactics you can’t detach that level or fragmenting fractals, Its triple double packed like a stippled graph, I get so panicked I induce my own asthma attacks and that’s whack man I’m better that. One foot after the other brother, we always make it home eventually, always eventually, a sentiment Worth cherishing. So why worry why hurry why stack the cash, pass the class, just relax make it last, and expand your mental house of glass. Live vividly eat the deliciously vibrant landscape like it’s yours for the taking. (It doesn’t know) the difference between you or me or human beings a piece of tree or anything. I don’t wanna lead I’m just tryna be a referee. But for some damn reason no ones even gonna let me be. I’m just trying to do me and I’m doing great. That’s a feeling that your going to need to integrate, I don’t mean to be sarcastic but were so much smaller than our big heads make us out to be. So check it out: fuck the antfarm I’m outta here.

 

(_ _).｡o○O that’s their problem

Prof. Mayfly has been taking a break.

well, i shouldn’t really say that but his talent has been used the past couple of months to suppress the torrent of schoolwork that was upon me.

Anyway. Here’s a little something I made the other day, I hope you take the time to listen and enjoy

~Prof. Mayfly

Lyrics:

(_ _).｡o○ that’s their problem

A lotta people discombobulate as we miscommunicated I never resonate, and I’m the only one…I’ll sit silently and delegate, I’m never tryna associate with anyone who to the bate you’re hooked, I’m straight swimming. damn I feel bubbly weird and lovely finally something, and my world is massive and I feel I feel fantastic. This euphoric stimulation not a drug that could pass that, but pass that let me have at I’m perfectly ok yo it’s just another cat scratch isn’t it frustrating when these impatient calculations start disrupting formations, I’ll be fucking blatant (because that’s the way I came up) That’s your problem that’s their problem. That’s your problem that’s their

I never disregard, objectively objectifying every objective and once I select it. I bless it undress and calculate a message, it’s simply these symbols exist like instrumentals and I’m just floating by when something caught my eye. I guess I’ll lend attention. This invitation pends an answer question that I’m waiting on the When will the light prevail and darkness subside to which he replied.

I never existed inside the fabric you speak of but let me express my gratitude toward your bewilderment. We haven’t seen a rift in the shift like this since the last crimson solstice and I’m afraid this time darkness may hold it’s grip if we don’t start in the other direction with more urgency. In fact some still possess the candid ability to see in the darkness… But it’s more than just that I’m afraid it’s a craft, and this culture you speak towards they’ve been compressed, censored, and dissembelished as if their artistry were a witch craft. I pray for the day when we can rally in sunshine, if not but one time. Yet do not lose faith in the shared mission of this consciousness, mindfullness grows in the gallows and in time, it will be hollowed, their will be fallout and a new year to follow. With the blessing of, syncopated aura. Without destruction their can be no rebirth. You must accept all things feared exist and have their commonplace. Far far from your sacred heart

And so it goes.

Man was made to suffer to learn, not just to burn but to earn elevation and enlightenment. There is no written, forbidden hidden knowledge it’s all out there for you to absorb and record filter and quilt or collect, and respect because it’s part of you, look at you an artist too aren’t you look don’t argue dude I wouldn’t lie, you know that, so grow past onward toward the membrane of Men’s brains which is never finite, in fact none if this is. We can choose to dwindle or kindle it’s simple. Let it bother you, strangle you and harbor upon your shore of uncertainties, you’d certainly be better off without a pith in a knot, but my opinion is lost in the fog of your cogs but that’s your problem

The Vow of Silence

Aside from the fact that i plan to take one. This song is a way of expressing what i have learned from being silent over the past two decades. Another improvised track, this one was meant to be ironic in a personal sense. As i wrote a poem long enough to span the length of this song that i’ve vowed to keep silent.

Great for Meditating relaxing, reading, studying, cleaning, sleeping or waking up. This laid back sound is meant to encompass a subtle journey. It is my own way of drifting off, re-centering, and finding peace. I hope to share that feeling with the listener.

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/the-vow-of-silence

The Silence beckons me and i turn away with a practical sense, and a familiar face. All these lives lived and we’ve never learned to speak. Now that’s silly

~Subtle Keystrokes.

Weeping Willow

you know i’m not quite sure why i never posted this track on my blog. It’s rather different than the things i normally work on and yet everything i work on does feel rather different from all else. I wanted to post it now though because it’s a great way to express the inward healing energy that reciprocates self growth.

without further ado: here is the track with lyrics below.

..Io:Weeping willow Lyrics:oI..

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Because, I take care if me I don’t need you to. Self love reciprocates growth like a flower vase don’t let it break basket case. But I guess you figured let it linger just a little longer, lookI’m up and away from the chatter I’m mad as a hatter I’m filling my bladder with a 40oz bottle to the dome. I’m like a garden gnome waiting for the sunset steal me from my lawn or rip me like a bong. Lift me from the pawn tune type of mood that I used to cruise down a one way street blaring. Staring at the sun and swearing if make it there where picnics replace panic and the pixies dance in the rain. Id be one of a kind except (accept) were one in the same. I wonder if sane is a sound assessment, but what’s the question. I’m just a pine needle dripping sap big balling piece of half assed theories can you tell me that the sky won’t fall chicken little fiddle to the riddles of the dungeon folks spoke to me oh how inquisitive.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

When we say. Welcome to earth good luck living here. It’s a big bad fairy tale welcome to the never ever woods realm of the elves on the shelf and the daze by my self. Id rather hide behind some trees with kush blowing slowing down to a halt I am repart and hearts in the west fall and rise in the east. Is it true that you can shape shift, for every second second wasted another slump into my quiet research for perfection. Never resting. Take a load off I’ll put the load on Distributed evenly yea even me. I get the funky feeling of a feather weight champion. But I’m like a bottle of run dumb my idols I’ll become one Sensai it isn’t true some say it isn’t true some say times falling through the cracked skull skilled magician listen to him love himself and stay focused hocus pocus while still engulfed in the study buddy mentors that meant more to a scientific frontiers in my eyes at the thought of a lost cause me to the face myself. Race myself into a time machine dreamscape-goat of a free land damn I’m feeling murky so undeserving feel the hurting in my veins pain staining muscles through the blood pumped straight to my center starts imploding compassion back tracks my green scape back flashed and I half asked how could I live forever if I am just a weeping willow.

I am a weeping willow (x3.5)

Subtle Self (stream of Consciousness)

So here’s the official Subtle Self post. It’s actually been on my soundcloud for some days now.

I wrote this song with the intention of exploring self. It is meditative in it’s essence and stream of consciousness. The rough lyrics are posted below as well as in the soundcloud link. I write my lyrics very quickly and only very loosely adhere to them as a guideline so please bear with any mistakes. (as i’d hope you’d do for any of my posts).

Mind is but the self, so minus self to find your subtle self. because mine is but the subtle self, so mine is self.

https://soundcloud.com/subtle-keystrokes/subtle-self

Lyrics

It’s not supposed to be something you dress so desperately just get undressed with me and I’ll express the recipe. The rest address and leave I think ill press retrieve reluctant reflections of self on the rampant running river. Imminent perfection is this the drugs or just a dancing dripping dinner. So stay for supper that state of lovers when he looks in her eyes and says I only want to explore each other. Adore each before the door uncovers you to you who’s flowing down the line. Of time is spindling they say it’s dwindling I say I think I’m in again.

But now they say I flow liked Tao they say I ying and yang so call me ugly call me lovely it’s all just one the same. Fangs for serving serpents or maybe I’m just an urchin or maybe I’m expressing a deep dive as a spectacular diversion. But if you say we reincarnate and now I’m not really arguing. But are you in the right to paint it like your coming bak as you and you looking back at you experiences self, but I think you scatter  and disperse and energys everywhere else. Your culminate all of this karma to be reincarnated back in the picture the bigger picture. And sure I think it’s possible to remember a past life, but fuck yo that’s a rarity. Coulda been a deity from light years away in a galaxy. Coulda been a space prince coulda been a mountain lion coulda been I speck of dust laughing through it’s space in time. But just trust realize it’s all fine it’s doesn’t matter till it matters if it’s material and you still feel the same because you realize in real life every emotion truly comes from you. You’re energy won’t stop experiencing because your in a loop it’s never done with you. So just have fun because it’s all fun and were all in love with you. And I’ll provide the ones and twos I’ll be one to swoop you into the nation of notions that oh were like a potent ocean each wave of the whole but it’s all relative and were all relatives , every moment can last eternity and eternity is just a flash. Heaven and hell in your last moments well are you feeling bad or are you feeling glad you if you flowed like a rogue or if you rose flames and bestowed wrath. Check out that that’s your own path. You have to own that open your eye and know that, you’ve got a long way to go till you’re recycled. So embellish yourself. You fixate on the visible spectrum and throw tantrums when you can’t understand. I can’t stand to misunderstand they all call me a knowledgable man. And why yes I am because I understand. That everything differs from everything at a level that’s exponential and infinite. But at the same time we are just threads of a rope or pieces of the same mind held together in a web of consciousness and and consequence, that butterfly theory. But to be a butterfly is really to say. Shhhhh dark spirits and they all fade away. You can’t ignore that world, of spirits and ghosts it isn’t a hoax but you’re not exactly meant to comprehend, but when you know you know tho. So don’t worry if the image is blurry. Don’t fret if you can’t even see it yet, just remember to have fun hold good intent and try not to hurt someone. All is one and you’re gonna be fine