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the illustration of the garden for ecology and the fog we see... wild taste, to be aesthetically viable. celebrations of shapes and dots of flavor, synesthesia at a primal level.

...THE EDGE OF SPACE...

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i used to refer to some kind of ancient Egyptian cat-god (whose image i had seen on the plastic cups provided by Pizza Hut back in the 90s when i lived in Ohio and went there to eat pizza) as a "mega-dog", weirdly.

this cat-god, whose name i think was "Sekhmet", was somewhat of a fixation for me (taking in nostalgic images of childhood). or at least it kind of stood out from those excursions to that pizza restaurant.

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trumpets, and snacks mixed in with a godly perseverance, to snazz up the seconds in one's hopeful efforts. oneiricism amplified, tucked in to Support.

grassiness and malted chocolate bars, yum! xings and dental realities, wildfire cookies on the edge of some new realization. cute little cupcakes, referring to... onions and scallions? referring to solo adventures, rather than to the toy. the expert godliness takes one on a journey into the cycles of 'time', beautifying spaces of ritz and royality. copper wiring snakes its way onward, and around the bushes there is a rat who sneaks up to Life in its great entirety, and indulges in vegan mozzarella cheese sprinkled on tomato sauce and dough. the go-to reflections amass in the instantly recognizable mixtures, but they are not afarsekeem. James meets John, the rings of Saturn glitter with conscious articulation, reversing the order of books and envelopes stuffed with fluff.

to provide the basic components for visual expression, to accompany this darling renegade soothed in with cotton and wooden chests.

THE WALLS

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the chex. the crust. the chaykh.

in an order of intelligence that boasts of baked potatoes and swimming suits. divergences of knowledge. socks in the sockets. the grand ocean keeping it real, deciphering madness in its full complexity. bands of sheleg, teaching the biological sciences to students of anarchy: we are dumped. sand storms teaming up. with. the suppositions of a twin. automobile frenzies, auras of the extra bread. sewing needles experiencing a lull in the action, keep going.

rivers figuring out the poems. braided candles sniff the air, awaiting the mixture. memories of the parking lot. seeing energy. smelling one's brain.

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the statements of tangerines? fixed to a lightbulb in the middle of the room. for everyone knows the source of exuberantly motioned objectivities. they pass through a subjective filter to be what they will become, i think. otherwise, i have no clue.

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secret recipes for vegan pastries. solved by dunking oneself in the liquids first, THEN into the cookbooks they go.

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the mouth of a novice utters words of balminess

there is a wedge of a muffin ready to rock n' roll

in every transfer of color, the mist lifts us up and up

so that the depth of the imagination can be visible to each artist

packing a scone, tending to the rise of thoughts in the mind

we sense a serenely held exchange of material

to set sail on ominous waters scouting the sea

humidity reached away, bolting for the yoke of human emotion

...as the waves in the soul move us through endless expanse

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minimized the toast and ricocheted back toward Paradise.

the princess mouse is alight with enthusiasm, taken with marbles.

castle crunches in the grasses of antiquity are fabulously whole.

as the garbanzo fest shakes it well.

turn off the telly and find the shine in yourself.

a crest of power within the overall field of analysis.

finding the spheres of luscious taste to reflect the gloss.

as we speak the moments...

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the decorative aspects of fungi and rocks, in formations of brilliance, expressed through sporadic snickering and peanut power. the bold possession of the constellations of words, rice knowledge, ejaculations of the spirit, and eggplant--all of these enrich the foundations of tofu ricotta and spinach. i found in every publishing a set of smoked chips, an intelligence of avocados, and a reversal of salsa. tomatoes whose juiciness is carefully glanced at, are cautiously found to lushly impress everyone out there...

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questioning the answers to life's problems? in an anarchist analysis of the world, involving a view of power that speaks of horizontality and indigenous wisdom, yes.

my tears flood my house. angels appear to be on the periphery, but i can't actually see them...

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people need to engage in an effort to pizzafy life. that way anarchy will feel better when actualized among a broader constituency.

xxx

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maximizing the ethics of kitten-core, to frost the ground, to speak a bazillion languages, all in concert with the conceptual disclosures and the mouths that utter them.

frolicking through jungle land, closing the lights, discovering candy in the ears. the pencils of pensiveness, engendering a new form of knowledge.

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OPERATIC CONCLUSIONS

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immersing the polysexualities in a big pot of water creates a perspicacious intellectual-emotional result for reality as far as sex is concerned....

CINNAMON BUN DEPTH.

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lexem veh'mayeem.

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affirmations of the wings of a bird.

the minimum amount of time in each interval to oatmealize the body.

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marks of graffiti, saving the burritos for dinner, in a pasted sense.

smoking marijuana? not necessarily.

orchestras of the shaded types. painting the arboles.

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the run is twisted and wet.

there is a feeling of thunder and its booms chromatize the soul.

the branches of linguistics whistle like a tea kettle.

memories of youth squeezed by the trunks of life.

the vivid sensations press back and back.

simple flavors become complex ones over garlic bread.

harmonica solos pierce the evening air.

crickets chirp through countryside cottages of pride.

biscuits baked in the sun are sampled with a taste for the future.

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icing on the rapidity of cakes, with the koxaveem twinkling up above.

all different shades of blue, too true.

the prado experienced through peak strength in periods of laughing commotion and sensory intoxication.

embers are carried away in the kiss of space and kale struggling to please.

above as characteristically below there is energetic insistence for rock n' roll and cauliflower.

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Xi'an in plentiful fog, totally sucked up into a rotating column of air.

prettinesses are doubly attractive, triplely even, as we advance toward tactile complexity and showered genius.

zines lying around in the great houses, waiting to be read.

the Flemish conversations of the ways of the trolls, subjects of a green glow and the beans heated up by way of the stove.

the side of the rectangle freed up by speed and fantastic suppers.

Korean fixtures over at the second, a space of longing in the fields.

histories unfolding to match each memory with a treble clef.

wizards protecting the whole of the comforting layout.

jumping from one spot to another like grasshoppers do in the entirety of each persuasive argument, feeling sweet and proportioned.

comet-core comes out tonight like the conception of a story.

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flavors of the source, illustrated through trippy paintings and warm-hearted gestures. taco-power, lemonade, strong ideas, practice. xxx. the foragers. ceremonies of approach.

squares of primal living. non-fragmented views/cyclical inspiration.

frost in the morning. internal make-up. fascination with the roots of plants. the diary of a cat-lover. hope against much pessimism.

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i can feel the warm late afternoon sun through my window (even though the window is closed and the air conditioning is on...); i can sense the frustration of anarchist creatives about the prevailing social conditions in the world, and how we wish we were free.

i am convinced, on the chance and charm of the air, that the harmonies espoused by artists can be implemented in concrete ways to create spaces outside of the dominant societies we live in, and to open up new personal-spiritual possibilities for radical concept formation and graceful dwelling. we may never see a universal anarchist or vegan world, but at least people operating within those tendencies can shed light on why they are beneficial.

life can be toasted and roasted in the kitchens of creativity. aware humyn beings can imbue their ethoses with a jolliness of the heart, finding solidarities and varieties within niches of thriving.