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These words were lost in hyperspace,
sent to the Disembodied beings
that stare at the screen
and sing strangely beautiful
songs from the abyss

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Hey the apple of my past infinite eye

How is life treating you?
What's going on in your weird wild world?

It seemed like you were having some issues with a stalker
in the trenches of Cyberia, what's up with that?

Besides that hows life treating you?

You may have forgotten this, but I always like to rant and rave,
and listen to strange, wild tales.
Am trying to think if I got any weird wild tales to share

Here we are dreaming
Here we are seeking
reaching the mystery

I can hear echoes of you
such an odd feeling
of disembodied words
typed that is felt
from whereabouts unknown

some kind of strange attractor
perceptual field of deep reality
some kind of shadow of a tree
at the center of the abyss

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The elves are there,
Behind the wall,
Weaving the fabric of reality
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permission really for the unthinkable

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There has been drama, but it’s silly and petty,
I really don’t care for it.
It seems like drama might be written
in the sky for this time and space,
but this too shall past.

Things seem to progress, only to slow down and regress.
The world is a strangely beautiful place,
full of emptiness, pain, heartache,
bliss, joy, and laughs.

You know the cosmic giggles
have been pulling hard on me lately,
my dreams speak of the future,
but only to show me petty minor details

my dreams speak of the past
but only of the strangely lost archetypes of hyperspace

my dreams speak of the present
but only of a cyberdelic present
and the strange rambling of a confused drunk,

The Gods must be high,
and they don’t seem to be
smoking that good shit either

For reason, I can’t ever seem to figure out.

Have ever told you about the jinn,
or shadow beings,
that visit me at night
from time to time,
they always play mean
tricks on me.

I try not to feed them,
but one time they whispered in my ear
“Your lucky to have a God”

This was some moons ago when my young mind thought
but I don’t even believe in God!

some kind of Chinese riddle, that I have yet to figure out
but just the other night something came
to my awareness
to shade some light

While pulling out of a sleep state I have a conversation
with my higher self who informs me:
“I’m learning as much as you are.”

Ahhh, so our backward parody reality
is a learning experience on multiple levels.

I think the fact the “gods” are just as clueless as we are
is something that would shake most.
I find it a bit empowering.

This world is, in fact, a bunch of idiots trying
to figure their shit out so they can progress?
That’s why it’s so insane. Gotcha.

Seems about right, now life and reality
is both a comedy and drama

I am a hopeless romantic (as you tragically know)
I stare into the abyss, and can’t help but just laugh and laugh
but on rare nights I do got to admit,

I cry, I cry and I die, I die
but there is every now and then
it’s good to cleanse yourself with the tears of reality

but I just find it funnier to laugh at the horror and beauty of everything
now never forget my friend, that as much as shit and pain there is
there is the same exact amount of bliss and joy
and it’s just our silly human minds, for survival reason
stores the pain, in the easy access memory

…an optimistic mind-set finds dozens
of possible solutions for every problem
that the pessimist regards as incurable.”
― Robert Anton Wilson

Now time to pull the cosmic trigger

but under the full moon,
I still dance to bring up the sun
and every now and then I crack a smile
and remember telling you,
to do a Moondance
and you thought me a fool

which is so very much true
I am a cosmic tragic fool

but I still dance to the songs of eternity
to the heartbeat of the universe.
because there is nothing else to do

I hope these words find you well my friend,
and never forget there is always someone just a keystroke away
still behind some screen, just wait for his partner in cyberspace

to have some laughs, fights,
heart to hearts
and just being silly with
a full heart, Satori