I transfer a ball of geometry to you so I can see you in the next life. Not until I put a ring on your finger in life will I choose to marry you although this ball of geometry is my symbol of a rest in death to marry in life, another. Made a ball today. Made a life t’day…
you made man
have you made habitual realms made of gold and myrrh? You gave it to her! Once needles were placed below their face only then would you give me your place. I’m not talking to you, I’m talking to me! You aren’t even you, you don’t even think, you don’t even know who you is? Continue reading “Chimp.”
A circle to a square to a half of a square equaling a triangle.
Seven colours, dark is minor, light is major.
Young spirits demon, old spirits angelic.
Up is up as down is down.
Earth, wind, water, fire.
Timing and structure.
The Sun is strange here, It mirrors directly across from itself and seems to trap the darkness between everything making it visible in the sense that you can see light.
“Where did the dark light come from?” the young man mumbled..
You made a ball of kin-full energy look like the magic that the legends of old would be proud of. You have created an alchemy that God himself would find worth sharing… Well done, you have been granted, Overture. Overture granted been have you, done well… Sharing worth find would himself god that alchemy an created have you? Of proud be would old of legend thee that magic thee like look energy kin-full of ball a made you.
SUN: Schizm schitz o’ friend of Jah!
EARTH: O’do pardon my phrenny, ahh.
MOON: Dimension, tension, demon BLAH! (+)
YE’ OLD WITCH: Dementia the wrench of ya! HA! HA! HA!
To the heaviest heaven and to the lightest hell, or to whom it may concern. A measurement made of you and guided by fume, unorthodox in nature with a willingness to cure a heart whelming thought once known to be a disease. Continue reading “Spirits With Wings.”
A shimmering beaming gleaming beacon of hope stood between the gates of heaven and hell. The All-Would-Be Creatures awaited the All’s Well Opposite of War Celebration. Continue reading “Meadows Mind.”
As I sit around to a television version of Field Of Dreams with Kevin Costner, I have many thought’s regarding the dreams had, and to be had. Nightmares included. Continue reading “XXXX Until Further Taboo Notice.”
Created by Demagogue Swan in works with Overture and Crystal Ball Theory from the hosted mind of Kev Lambert (A Write) in practise of third eye materials.
The world’s oldest operating system is known to have a few bugs. These are mostly made up of the grammar variety as the world’s biggest operating system was written with symbols now known as words. These grammar mistakes are futile when considering the conjured magic of such a bug. Metaphor’s are mostly used in the fixing of grammar bug’s while mainstream technology is dead set on adding new symbol and imagery to the ever-growing database.
Crystal Ball Theory is the cornerstone to our tree system of art’s completing the imagery process for newer users being born into our eclectic abstract thought for an Earth. While other beings are born directly into Havana or Heaven other patron’s must complete the screening process talked about in The Book Of Composition I. This mean’s one can live a life alongside a dream or fantasy second sight. Patrons born directly into Heaven have often already completed this process called faith and are meant to guide each other over to the other side of life. The Crystal Ball is collected and contained by many member’s of a writer’s guild who often mess up each other’s stories simply by automatic writing each other into death. When a collective becomes extremely connected something strange happens that is almost completely off the path from what the norm of society contends to be. Thought bubbles and such would lead us to borderline mad/genius conclusions that nobody would have the time for anyway. A strange inverted earth story would then fill your head only to end up right back to where you started.