Confessional

I've always been an underacheiver but I've also have a Super Hero complex, along with a narcissism of immortality with Art not to mention a Jesus Christ Superstar ego of purity, when it comes with relationships. I constantly visit the scenarios of my past reconciliating it with an open perspective and this clarity is interesting. How much I have failed but thinking that I was destined for total greatness or absolute fame and fortune and when I was down and out or aimless working or blasting through a little american town way out west I endowed it with supreme power. And knowing the real conclusions with New Science and all the possibiltys to truly enhance the human genome and all the wondeful experiments for a few individuals. Dah ! Is the pivotal truth for everyone thats in the flow of life cause of the web and lies that entangle. That to becomes a complex controller of your moods, angles and choices but to be free of it all ! Is one power of others. Knowing who you are is really important to what ? over coffee, a little stoned before 420, a little bit mifted about nuerotransmitters that got away and left me holding the bag. Knowing how things revolve around my chemically applied things that matter most like semelparous for instants. To be zapped with ecstasy under a new moon that has advanced views and topics, and perhaps a little more fashion for clout and thanks to the female that showed me text message! I really appreciate it !

Backyard Osprey

accidents and clouds some people are so empathetic towards the ravens, exoctic pidgeons, dog licks my hands like I'm a god holy jesus christ of butterfly mehtod madness with a hyper-bloom tint of lime everywhere. kids are allowed to play with two tots and one gumball if they can find the jar. I consult the dazzling female with this hormone and its pollen on the warm wind in texas. ten thousand nano-buddys chilling out and a pedicare by Safrol its almost dance of kellys. all unique inside calling forces to submit to synoptic discahrge dancing possessed with wild impulse and its all in form. Bon sway to chai, holy bitter wax, silver ring cobra, hot tomato glasses and lips to kiss a new pyschedelic runaway jacket, the flavor of the seal still in my mouth, slip threw some dark alley the like beat nic poet walking to the cinema ? And still the undead follow the scent of water lily or golden cups of Atropa, deadly vine with grenade effects, little sweet flowers that transform in to sportscars.