I don’t make content.
I AM content.
I AM content.
How can anyone hide their actions from a conscious universe?
O I
in this
barcode
mobius strip
of inextricable division
composing & recomposing
degrading
until the end
of entropy
Who am i but a dead dog?
“learning about dead things”
still oscillating
the moment you realize you are talking to yourself… do you cease or persist?
Never gonna fall, resistant to attack.
Lighthouse remains on blast!
Kali guide the way
and all that is untrue, slay.
when conscious light
becomes brighter than the sun…
* pop *
beef, jerky
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time is measured
by movement through space.
saturate space = stop time
take the high road
see who gets there first