crossroads of inception

No pause to think of proper word
but the infantile pileup of
scatological buildup words
till satisfaction is gained,
which will turn out to be a
great appending rhythm to
a thought and be in accordance
with the Great Law of timing.

Jack Kerouac

tripped

like heroin junkie dosing lsd on the eve of the day before alien invasion turned into a subtle persuasion buttered like bread makes meals mean more tapping at the silent door all echoes remain absorbed by the density of each thump of the heart like cartoon pumps from chest and settles into a rhythm equal to the stimulation patter patter patter goes the rain against the metal drain where runoff spills like words onto a carpet of comprehension and soaks into the dry ground hammered away at the steel grate barring entrance to the place where freedom is just a slip away reflected in the way metal turns mind into moisture makes meals mean more mentions nothing to the matron guarding the hospital door this sterile environment of predictability is shattered by the profusion of fallen elements represented by the way the shapes turned in place and made the simple more easy to enjoy don't rejoice over spilled moments of milk carton sour lemons turned sweet the idle road that runs beneath all feet is certain to meet at the crossroads of inception where all divisions are made one simple slip of a step and a fall would turn mental into tall spaceships invading with a force only seen on expert level and this joystick can't move fast enough to eliminate them in time


Split the frame so the circles look like rain and the balance of the star seeks symbolic interpretation as light amidst the onslaught of pain.


Focused on the essence of the spirit transcending medium finger press to glass frame feels mind pulse like Vulcan head games.


Haunted House - six bones / five bones with food bank donation, and this guy is hungry. Get ready to step into the dark corridors of fear of all kinds.