A Composite Now

Like a substance contains its saturation point and thus a mad cosmic thrill by the very touch of it, spinning never ceases in the oscillation, ultimately the source and future. The composite NOW. Tie knots and unravel simultaneously in the mirror. Never and forever in the not-beholding in your literal other. Balance of the first and seventh. These angular points force their points in many ways, some of them very altering. There's a collective sense. Sunrise vs. sunset as a theme in this dimension. It's one of those maximum-learning programs. This piece of work is surely crazy, meaning the entire rhizome. mindblowing. When I really view the proportion of it, mostly hidden, these statements always multi-faceted metaphors) because much of what is supposed to be hidden in our world is in plain sight. The Phoenix stands before the altar. The dogs in The Newest Black Mansion, are beginning an eating competition which revolves around a single bowl. The dopes. It's having many stupid consequences.



It's an excellent time to increase ones imaginal real estate holdings. Which is, like cartoon logic, never deemed a subject worth of attention, even though it has some very compelling features of a timely manner. It all lands in immyriad notes in eventuality. Now that's a fashion report, Walla Walla style.