Yah

I met a spider today that spun me a web of pure silver. And as I climbed onto the web in gratitude I became entangled, metaphore like in all the entanglement, and computating how to put a full stop here to what I wasn’t feeling right about.

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The next illusion encompassing will pass in the fall, but before then: Illusions come and go but we can only be here in it all, we can't help it…oh, no.
Don't take the red pill, is what I’m being told outright by the revolutionaries who are saying many things to me and counting on my blessings to see them through their rough times.

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Oh, oh

Yes, I have taken the laughing gas

You can tell can't you?

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I distrust bots and all of them other things that hide in the jungle like some kind of menace waiting to pop out at me…

Really?

Nah, not really, I just don't give a fuck. Bring it on I say, I'm a survivor of the gold rush, and I would have you know that I’m not without my emblems of cultural identity hanging around in the background and accusing me of being a hippie or something.

And yes, my wife did run away with the travelling salesman. But, I just can’t help it, I’m see-through, and, reactionaries unite, that’s what I say to my solitary side of doom hanging out back of it all where I find myself mostly, and situated and talking bloody nonsense as usual.

Oh, am I trying to sell another bloody story, something about illusions and reactionaries in the entangled metaphors, am I really?

Well, I’ve talked about virgins and other miscellaneous stuff for long enough, so I may as well talk about the other side now as anything else, don’t you think?

I’m not sure what I think.

If you can find a box; it is now time to bang on it and leave all the questions behind; but if you can’t find a box then just grin all over your face.

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In my smokeless fears I was becoming quite the survivor, maybe even some kind of warrior, possibly one of a kind, but I never forgot that I was always asking.

But mostly if life is not about nothing then it must be about knowing.

Of all the billions, there are so few that have come in contact with that secret beauty.

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I met an old hippie out on the sidewalk who was kooking along, a day or so ago, and who looked to be running away from his shadow, but not looking too worried about it.

I like hippies, I really do; I can share in their passing something of what they leave behind as they go by. And I’m not jealous, I could have been one of them, but of all the versions of history that I’ve been fed to date, none of them match up to what I’m feeling. None of the mind games come close to predicting the future of where I’m going any time soon.

But I will say this, that in my smokeless fears I’ve tried many things, and all of them have led me right back to here where I am, where I find that I am wherever I am, I am right here and nowhere else from where I’m meant to be.

That suggests that a higher level of something is orchestrating things to suggest that: if you choose the other pill to bring you to life you may get somewhere, as if there was somewhere to get to.

I shall meet you by the river of all your wine and song I said to the wind blowing through me about this and giving me so many answers, and was aghast so much I said: personally, I’m not dead yet and so think many things while I’m still alive.

Arrr, said the other side…

‘I like to think many things’, doing so gives me something to do while I wait here for the end to come I said to myelf as I was waiting.

Going outside into the garden for a smoke to relieve the boredom I found a seagull uttering doom, and flying around in the dark above me, some mother protecting her unborn hatched but coming soon so beware, yes, another mother protecting her young to be.

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I cannot explain this more than this except by saying: yah.

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Spiders can smile now.

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