Dump It Please For Me

space without time,
is as if everything is fixed,
fixated, being taking into
another world,
bouche bée,
stunned, tripping
dripping,
no movement,
no acoustic noise,
only light and other fast objects
that make funny light
effect, like rainbow in a misty day,
a lightening, a ufo, ...
i can not and
i do not like to describe
the phenomena for you.
it is better to be your
first hand.

see,
one,
it is not
my hands
that is.... slapping
your...
....
face,
your skin,
and all your
colonial territories
beyond that.


it is simply
consciousness,
between us

if consciousness is a girl,
let say a woman,
she could be
a bitch
or a bee that itches itself,
like karma,
zina,
zitouna,
zitomera,
zeleviava,
zenevieva,
Yarmilla,
Jindoiska,
Kichaka,
Lakeisha,
Lakicia,
Duanphen,
Catawba
Birrani,
ashak,

plenty to choose
from
with flavors and smiles.
well, before all of this,
sorry in advance!
without a smile,
nothing will pass,
it is better to back off
and fact off.
you know
what i mean!
nature has its own signals
and visual effects.

here is my axiom,
if you are consciousness
here is my axiom,
if you are consciousness
roger that,
(i mean acknowledge it)

otherwise,
imagine yourself
moving,
like walking
in space,
driving a car or a truck,
in the country side or simply
between two towns.
and anything else is frozen,
stuck,
twinkled,
fused,
to every structure
has it is own
time, rules,
activities,
biome,
backgrounds,
layers,
protocols,
a life cycle of every
bean, crystal, alloy,
opioid,
artifacts,
tools,
silverware,
under-wears
lingerie,
electronic,
keys, remote control,
jersey
sandales,
trophies,
postcards,
toys,
pets,
food for pets,
boles
microwave,
and many things,
old or new to this world.

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