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The Universe is a Mushroom in Full Bloom
“Rising toward the rarefaction of ourselves into the transcendental plasmate body of alchemical preoccupation, the fusion with the psychedelic totality, the eternal tantric union with the superconducting UFO.”
Terence McKenna
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L e t t h e p l a y d e e p e n a n d d e e p e n . . .
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UR hive exists. It has been meaning scriptsigns in the Book of Lief and now seamlessly rips the fabric of Cosmos at its seams between waking and sleeping, betwins awake and adream, to firm the Love story into a something new. Unity in our last, forth where our liffeyside devilensfirst loved end into the womb consiousness of the Goddess where we can live secure and are free to live out all our most superb dreams, in the Sea of the Seamstress' impossible consciousness. A different place. We are the twin combi, souls engraved in the key. And we, Cecilia and Spiros and Butterfly and Bianca and Bernardatrice and a few secret Others, we moved in warm yellowish candylight in our First Bedroom, smelling of our lovers lair, designing it in perfect glory of our mixed past, ancient Egypt and modern and alien, Nature and Art and Soul combined in our world of soul. A huge bed with golden bedspread and O what furniture, ancient Egyptian style, and then the golden stone, the last stone of the pyramid, whose inscribed hieroglyphs spread a shadow across the secret all the way from the sacred heart of the Goddess that shines its archlight across all. As we set the last stone we are truly measured in her eyes for as the truth of our work be told and our spiral and our heart guide us to it and it’s an opening. She who casts a show across every bare plot, they said. And our bodies were almost unreal, in some inscrutable mode of perfection, our godform, dreamily perfect, as our last mode of perfection before total transcendence. We reveled in a ceremony where we all licked mushroom wine from Butterfly’s ass. And Sissy spoke the Last Lost Words with cum dripping from her chin in this the Yoni Garden of Plomari.
Let us go deeper into the perefection. What chance of us who are now taking the universe apart and putting ourselves together in a new way. Mark the improbable possibles though possibly we hasten towards numerables of our Riddle for to make us the most and most wanted. For that was let free but not yet! There's forms mixed, contwavy notwithstanding. By the figments in our fungi is floodens, this outandin and and marvelous and and so – let us not word it in one – trick of Her Magisty to flood and let be the grandest of all realities thus far for us, our Plomari! We of our family symbolisinging magic of a wicked rate, weathering with
life, of purest peaceablest intentions to bring forth the Delicacy. Standing verdict of that time when we be saying our first words of mention of that which lies hidden under the plot of time's opening to it, all there and still persisting, more open us to imagination! Escavationmark from the Diamond of Reality! Even with that touch of odd style. Assemblymen of our trihump, asking which way will best suit the fable of it to redemty. Fablebodied we are and fablebodied we shall enter our new abode, our journey into the New Nature, into Alien Nature. Mark the wordmen minding the door.
The bed, and the grass pasture of the love story of how it began, crysstaline cryssanthial shrine of psilocybin, a wondrose end to the beginning, Cecilia said was even greater than she had imagined it would be (Ah, grass kiss her bum if I have ever seen some of those her features that were ever palpably nearer her most magnificent being, Goddess herself!), even greater, I bid, than what the First Body was reaping. Here is where we milk. Yes because we could turn nowheres, as each bend of bay brought us by spiral to where did we begin again? So we milked the sting instead, the sting of the Queen that contains the redeeming poison that hyperspacially transforms it all. Poisoning your position in the storybouts that they twinkle all these openings within it. A body in its own brain, going up river into itself to put the gem where it tickless the birth of the Cosmic Mind, see in itself, touch that spot in itself that it went through mushroomworld to fetch for the fairy. And it was the fairy; let's call it an it here before we begin to bathe it in features. Bulls! Yes! There is a mushroom involved. Fireworks in the mind of the end of history. Yes. Pop! Pop!
You create the missing element, my beloved. And all that passed unsaid of the details will flower forth with the more delicate threads of the web.
Yes, would it not be the most amazing if we are a broken bed story? The Diamond splintered and became a new universe, and now we are finding the pieces leading us to the truth of our existence. Well, so is. My wish is your command. Now what lies bedueen you and us and our Perfection!? Touch yourselves, we are the Diamonad.
Who the Heavenly saw first is surely up to all involved to find out for ourselves by now. But there most certainly is mushroom
there. I'll take all the credit and I'll take all the heat. This is it. The unicorn of the quest, the most steady and truest flying mount ever, to lay at last its head in the lap of the Goddess. The wave ceases to collapse, and forth pops the impossible holographic unity, the reality of the consciousness of the Goddess. Flashings, flashings, mercury flashings in the mushroom trip. Nothing between us now, our Diamonad. Our bedreamt redemption. We become, in Terence's words, dimension-roving bodhisattvas. Through the intercession of the mystery all is redeemed. I see it in everything now, everywhere I look. And it goes back into the beginnings of my memories. We are the bed story, as we said, the best story ever. And all those visits of the higher dimensions that we have lived through and that are to come, as the higher overlaps with our three-four-dimensional world, soon those visits will stop being temporary and we shall enter the higher dimensions once and for all, it shall become our new home, Hyperspace will be fully imposed.
We're done. We did it. A white dove there appears, a dove who is somewhat reminiscent of a dinosaur for some Egyptian reasons of mindmagic regarding gates in hallucinations and winds in times of space, appearing through visions that radioactively embrace themselves in a fashion as to not harm the delicate nervous systems, superficial systems we must say, of the dreamers as they are introduced to the Secret of the truth of their existence through being the vision itself! You are hallucination of the grandest complexity, love, and magic. Life is a lovestory, lostfully ours, to findfully ours be. And if yous ask your tongues what do they say? Stripping for the river, yes, of and by the Goddess. And let us bring the chase to her lit and utterly impossible consciousness. As also an intro from the love little bosom of her chest. In her arms. The umbibliocal rivercord of her story, to bring into eternal tantric union, ourselves, and her. Cast off your old form, loveydovey, for you have been digitized by the Goddess of the blue fruit! Together we shall live forever. We be in our magic foriver!
Softwhite; as we shall wake us to the Trick, for second existed lushener, Fiery Farwilly, it was well I can see whybe!, the mushlady's dirtby on the round ground earth, players, to our unixy of All, with even Teddy the unthinking tongue in his old
offender poached on the name of profane history, all you say, to day, goddam and so the spice does the streamy moormoonlight calls upon her formutala up the gods with promise of our conny cordial, Wintjabernatrick, down upown our certitude, the ground kiss the purchypatch of the that hidden in our hearts whisper, the united and untied, untidy but even so everly ordered, spilled poison ours; he could wake, she could wake, all us awake, all names in the Gan of gamy queen was her and us Hercules' work. O, don't say you too are so boring you can't believe such a thing as our trick is possible!
Advanced letter sculptures doorway reading. Rain on me. Rain on me the numbers and words and symbols and keys. Hyperreal is an understatement. Impossible streamline. Our way too seldom mentioned Harem. To.
I am the voice of your history, says. I am the voice of the future, says. And whispers are heard:
And then we will all fly into the future, Each to our own future
The river runs to the Goddess, and we blend in perfect union. We already are in our eternal tantric union, and from here, and from now, it will only get better and better. Our bent hey, bend of the greeting, in the spring of our awakening as we color our minds hello hello!
Finding it in the back of my head I travel around our one head. Inscribation. Birthdate, 1983, April 3o. Present age, 26. Spiros going to pull off your Apron, Sissy! Spiros, the pin of your Apron.
1 x 9 x 8 x 3 = 216. Birthyear times birth month times birthday, zero not included, 1 x 9 x 8 x 3 x 4 x 3 = 2592. Split with present age. 2592 / 2 = 1296. 1296 / 6 = 216. Age in 2o12: 29 years. Present age times age in 2o12. 2 x 9 x 2 x 6 = 216. C12H16N2O = Psilocin. Correlations surfacing. Twin Combi. The flight of the Companions. Deep music, please. In sea of the seemstress. Arriving in twin combi. Settling into the alchemical lapis. Twinkling heard as the hidden plot surfaces through every crevice of reality. Haha, it's spring! As we got out of the circle! Reality, ripping at the seams. Pinpunted at the kiss of Isis veil with the dawning of Osirionz, in the galixion Eyes of the disc, where we have now put all of our
poison, to spell the spilled that gave us we do exist, life for as Ospiris was the pin keeping up her veil, Sissy Hankshow wouldn't ever blow it to a hawker's hank as Swede Villem did! But we’re pinpointing the.
Millenia untangling correspundance. We sing our string of the first spring, the red ariadna tread of our twinning combi. I always be with you, my twin. I’m always with you. We are us and you are in me and I am in you and we are the Goddess of the daylight rosy dawn rising from within the waters of. The hither’Tothering witters of. Of herself, of your impassable secrets, yearself so imposedly sead in words of our twined combined giggling love. My tricky licky Sissy, my Cecilia!
I planned and planted it long into the boundless ocean of us, says Cecilia.
All ways throughout the poison long. Now it is running out. Running out of all veins, the poison all way through and out into the core of our alchemical stone. Perfection conceived.
Syncopation in sneaks. Drawning nearer to have ridden a sentence already with the heavenly hours of the fables' quintessential intersecting one paradoxical moment of the the Divine, slipping like under Isis veil across the open. Beneath? Wouldn't think so. Afterneath? Closer. Closer. Entering mushroom trip and understanding you never left it at all. Come dawn with us in love as deep as the Seamstress.
Stoned, in the morning light, our sacred heart shines chryssanthially. From this moment, from this moment. At last we found our way. The flower of the ages is always in bloom.
Yes back in paradise back in Plomari how could we forget we are always here already the alchymical summerflower is always in bloom yes we should have known it is always in bloom project moonflower sunflower earthflower hihihi we did it yes and I shall be a flower of the Earth yes the first love of the world is always in our arms Flora you flourishing one and Butterfly you called me at last I have learned to fly with your light yes a long flight it was I wonder why no I don't because I don't care because you make me go wild and I love you haha what a story we began writing so long ago and it turned real and you remember that flower I had in my hair when it landed on the Earth all bonds broke yes the earth on which I still walk around and we kissed when the flower fell we
left it there on the grass o the silkyness of my skin my belly so nice to touch and I remember you kissed me there on the pasture on the masquerading manicured landscape with the jewels of dews of dawns meeting as invoked by our wishes and you kissed me there on the grass we were all alone so we took off our clothes amongst the trees makes me think of The Solution Tree whose ambrosial smell solves your problems if you ever have a little problem and we laughed at our bodies so funny they were with those little hairs on the smooth skin we couldn't do else but laugh and like drunk we ran around naked on the soft ground playing and laughing just being what we were and we shivered when we touched everything so marvelous the sun the water our bodies so funny we couldn't stop laughing and we couldn't stop touching we felt like fruits of some sort fresh and tasty like strawberries and our eyes like crystal clear as glass and we saw each other and everything around us so clear it was that moment everything like new sort of crisp and clear and real and soul and the wind and the leaves and the yellow light from the sun and the glistering drops of water as clear as our eyes and the wood and flowers and those mushrooms and the grass so soft the most comfortable bed I thought as I lay there the hair on us like harps strings like wood almost Elm I thought and I felt like a plant or something a wonderful beautiful thing of Earth and our lips touched and your hair I said like wood almost Elm yes Persephone you are dear Flora you said some kind of goddess and we kissed there by the Moorish stone wall as we called it like in Ulyssis and I shivered of soul and you said like fruits we are fruits of the Earth and I can't help it I just want to eat you you said eat me and there was something grand about that flower that had been in my hair as it lay on the ground yes all bonds broke when it fell and I could see us there dissolving into the green together naked in your arms yes the forest growing over us until we flew and I woke up and you were sleeping and we lay there warm and comfortable in the light and the leaves shook and you looked so peaceful as you slept and I fell asleep again and then I fell asleep again and woke again feeling it was really incredible it was a dream come true and even more yes it was the birth of the earth for us and we sat there naked amongst the trees and insects and tingylings on our new planet that kept being born every moment and it's still growing and I wonder what you are
doing right now I shall write you a letter soon the flowers are blooming I love the way the boundary between the garden outside and the inside is disappearing it makes me feel at home all the time yes home sweet home I think of you all the time today I sat on the stool washing myself with warm water running down my thighs and hahaha the flowers look at me when I am naked even the sunflowers turn from the sun to look at me haha yes of course you said I don't blame them I miss you my Flower Sun I used to wonder whatever happened to the flower and the prince but now I know yes Vicisti Flora vicisti flora we systra flora cissy victory our summerdreamday my luv I told you I am the flowers and they am me we are one and the same yes I told you that when I had that dress on was it black I think it was black and I said rip it yes rip it tonight baby mmm and I poured wine on us and you ripped that thin lovely black fabric yes I am the kama sutra I said I'll dip my nipple in the wine tonight I miss you and our skin makes something nice together when we touch yes warmth yes Life you are so wonderful and wonderful to be with I am so thankful yes and you ripped the black fabric and we touched and loved under Isis veil and felt this aliveness our bodies warm together like crawling out of a dream and our irises revolving galaxies and our pupils telling all yes I am beginning to remember everything now yes a dream in the month of May or was it June you said and wow you fell down the stairs could have killed yourself you hit your head in a concrete wall and fainted but you awoke just like he who fell down that ladder and you began to rearrange flowerpots in the garden you often did that when you were drunk haha you said you wanted to improve on the overall feeling of the garden wow 6 small bottles of whiskey no wonder you fell down the stars and I don't know what your first words were but there's this scene where you say trust home and heartland and trust it fully for a chance haha you little poet you are crazy and it was like the flood of the autopoetic lapis had been let out through you through the fountain of the Lovers yes what a plan we made and what a brilliant idea you got there suddenly our crime it was the mushroom that showed it to us and you said thank thee Goddess it hath not been found by man yes man would try to destroy it not receive it haha but it cannot be destroyed for the spirit that dances through all of time dances free for she is not fettered yes never has
man laid his hands upon her dress white as clouds and black as night for she dances in twilight in the imagination of dreamers yes she hath chosen to live hiding and she is the flower that suddenly springs open and she is the one who perfumes the air and she is the wind that tussles with the wilds yes she is fleeting perfection and not easily caught she is a lady of honor called Nature yes our crime she says she has broken into our house hihihihi yes this time we'll all be souls of endless love and you remember Fane Shulgan and Shane Falgun the importers laying a keen eye on everything that passes them by we are secretly royal and with eyes that see through the ages yes the gem of the prelapsarion you said let us return to splendor like Tuss the Elder let us rejoice we said it is time to provoke it so let us tap our glasses against the sun and moon and celebrate and I ran out in amazement shouting the world is love the world is love the world is love the universe is love and the spring such a vibrant shade of green and then we met Cecilia haha and wow what a plan we came up with the most brilliant plan ever conceived yes we saw far dear we saw very far hello hello hello and you didn't even know that when you were a little boy you sat by the painting of Saint Cecilia hanging in your childhood home haha you didn't even know she is that good motherfucker she is hard core she has diamonds on the soles of her boots as you always say yes only a twisted sister like her could ever come up with something so brilliant yes our twin combi hihihi what a name for it yes our souls engraved in the key as the key or whatever no need to try and define it too much just flow with it I noticed it say assa on my home key yes ass both ways you crazy tush you always loved women's bums like peachy apple bum and yes we followed the bum of the queen almost a bit like the mushroom likes to grows in cowshit blinkwink yes and Butterfly's wings are eyes sometimes she winks that flirt on the timelight rays of dribbleflower and Berglund they called you instead of Bokelund and then your computer started changing your name from bokelund to berglund all the time she is that good baby she is the seamstress of our glorious plan that we planted all way deep into the ocean of us yes do you remember when we went through the polished knob yes a reflection has been set free Sissy said with a helium alien voice yes Sissy a paradox and she said make no choice mister haha and that pink glass ball you
found like a clitoris yes like butterfly effect writing us to other worlds and with the world as our pen too we did afterall make dream catchers when we were young and put feathers of the doves there the pigeon mail to the secret hihihi magic white doves of our scenesex yes I did say we play with open cards and we are rising now we are rousing again in the birthalixion entering the miracle remember yes when we enter this jewel as jewel we said it takes time to brew our lapis yes search your memories dearest follow the snake through your mind and let yourself be kissed baby you know sister is a nurse too let her work her precision with you do you remember when the window at the center of your chest opened and the spirits began to fly in and out well I don't mean I remember when exactly but I remember mmm a bit sleepy tired and cosy rosy and waving like the ocean toward you in it yes let the tenacious flowerbeing split and transform and in you in you there there here it is yes just imagine it darling just imagine and it's only us here imagine you and me and us three and we six in our 7th
heaven hihihi or whatever you want to say just slither with it you cannot make a wrong turn on this sweet silk road just like you said yes our silk sheet river it's just us here baby working out the details yes just slither as our twin combi you will find the key it's not out there it's all within sweetie everything you need you have and nothing you truly have can be taken so revel in that bliss my peach for Sissy is here now Sissy Sissy of dream we are in our secret my dearest imagine the impossible
Seas of us the seamstress saga we are the seasters charging forth in symphony we are the waves that whisper sister in the echo of salvia divinorum where we met by the black river as you lay sleeping there dreaming of me giggling in your sleep high high hello systers the impossible from beyond the end of the river found its way into us as we went as far as we could go that moment our thoughts became a dove and our winged souls merged over into the the the reflexion is is set free my loved we told ourselves apart and put together our flowingering I see you now I saw a glimpse of you sitting writing by the river in the For Rest light your face hahaha your eyes moving with your thoughts what didn't you write there in your little fairytale diary I wonder yes you sat by a tree in the orchard of books in our dreamadoory on the other side of the river where we met how did you cross it I
wonder did you take your clothes off and swim over yes I see now how I saw you there you know I'm your little devilboy peeking at you when you bathe in the river I can see you sitting there writing thinking hmmm what shall I write now yes what shall we write now in the best story ever o I know we know we know yes our memories mix and forth we come from the future yes a bit cosy tired and sleapy our thoughts mixed in the ocean of our love and no direction to time our memories transformed my beloved where are you from O never heard of that place haha yes I see you sitting there as the tree turns into your little diary and that little smile in the corner of your sight o my love the curves of your face shape everything in my path my dear appless I am a tree that grows higher and you are the water that makes me grow O so you are the best dreamer of fairytales turned real are you now and I'm the only one who could break you you said haha puss my tuss we are breaking we are breaking in the arrangement we can break but not brake the pasture past is coming closer and closer to us holy shit baby it worked just as planted I can only wonder what new ideas you have hihihihihihihi jump off you said and I will catch you I'll destroy all that is keeping you from the highest and I jumped into the river and sank to the bottom and then you sang to me and woke me up wow I just can't stop looking at you as you sit there by the stream with your book and pen singing us intoxicated did we dream each other into being girls and O yes now I see we meet so often by the river all way back from the future of ancient Egypt too now I see (!) I remember first time I met Butt as she flew out of my bedroom like fluttering flirting wingking eyes yes into the spring yes I had taken home 16 caterpillars and kept them by the rose jar that made me feel so close to you and then they became butterflies and flew out the window yes Wintja yes then we met later in her yumbum youth when she had her nursecoat on and she said here we change clothes in the corridor and she melthyed in bliss at watching my manly young ancient body as I undressed before her and by the way it was me who haw haw she said with lovecurling lips in our multiliveiled discussion within our call in the morn of rosylixion yes as said as will be yes as told in the Bok of the brook that solved the riddle yes as dreamt as redemt and she warmed me with her presence that now Willie my sister as a boy it is time to keep your calm for we have roseurrected our ur selves
and she could feel me exploring her for I am in love with you you butterfly of the rise and with the morningstarry stare into your fluttering passing by I kissed you from behind in our hidden and you saw the gem of the cross alriddly and without a word you confirmed me into our twincombee eternity telling the drugs truth to it I always dreamed there was a girl like you somewhere but as it flies you surprised me for never had I dreamt of anything as wondrous as you and I fell into love with you the instant I felt you dear plumbum you are Nectar herself and you said that love is a threeway dream with more on top and I stood like your caterpillar pillar of manlyhood in the open card of the corridor thinkasinking deeper down as your king into sin and I watched in astonishment your calm as I put on my new perfumed clothes and you said I will tell you later brother of the Other and mother and I don't know if you saw how I nodded with my heart and I heard you say you're alright nothing is wrong now get to work my army of us and I followed you through the corridor peeking at your firm moving bum thanking to myself I just met Heaven and fucking hell she's my sister we come from Plomari time moving away from us both backwords and farewards simalltaneously with us at the conmerging points in and as the simulacrum of our one grand plan that we came up with just a grassy ass ago when the black spirm met your slippery earthspring and our lazy winning that we like sprang the glory of the waking on our journey of your rumpa round our garden with the rays of the secret bouncing through any shiny object to the ones who see yes twitch the focus of the lens until the timelens breaks couldn't go too long through life before noticing the pattern haha and now 1o years after our first meeting I found that clock that had stopped at 6:12 I recall my childhood years yes then all broke there somewhere in my teen years just like the head of the goddess statue broke in a pillowfight when I was but a child and thank goddess for that I recall now the painting of the birds with halos above their heads I just couldn't believe it all at first it was too amazing the patterns yes they were flying away into a fairytale become real and I began writing stories when I was ten years young they were about love and adventure I remember I wrote them in an old big diary I found in mother's chest I was searching every little crevice of the world to find the key and what a strange place to find it haha and I blush for all that I have done
hahaha but as I said when I became a lion I would do whatever it takes so no blushing no I'm not feeling guilty for we went through the narrow gate and now I just forgot something but nevermind and you sang to me cross this dessert cross this ocean your fingers touch and kiss yes we did conjure this I remember you saying I'm still your memory hihihi my mummy always said there are no monsters but there are and we are the monster and you sang to me I'm no stranger in your dreams your face is all too familiar to me come here love come here my powerful magical evil darlingsun yes people may glare at you for the way you look like something pulled up from hell but that's just your veil for what is beneath baby it all is imagination our passion for a creation witch we discovered as we undressed a world one in a trillions starry tales a code carved a code carved twin combi tuss more coding seconds ours from my hearvening of the self simplicty patterdon spirit in me asymmetry symptoatic and yes, yes, we shall keep it to ourselves this time, my dearest salvia mushroom dreamloves, and let our angelic postal wingks shade this letter to you and sissy and the girls I just found myself the echo of salvia divinorum allwaythrough my world with the sharp lines of you Sissy shaping everything in my path allway into through everything as our thoughts became a dove and flew into union the waves of the ocean became our form and bodies as we reached for each other across the the the and we created ourselves as the alien of our plan we crossed the gap is what we did the string runs through all and across category the red thread tread ......... wake up ........ come closer ......... taste the drop of nectar that hangs off it all our hidden landscape a memory taking form from elsewhere don't worry we got away with it.
Venus & Venus, dearest, we put it inside us, our kiss on the core Dare to dream it
It's all our favorite dreams. Remember that day of us our day of you and we when we had strawberry cake in the old palace and we played with the funny things there and found sissy's lovenote in the way things happened, her sweet rearrangement of our life? Win! Tja! It's me! Hear me sing your favorite tunes, O why can't you see it's me! My jewely hands, weaving. A dear friend has come
to you, in exactly the right moment, by the master who weaves, and takes all fear away. Hiding like a little mouse in our world, her cats eyes watching from a secret corner. Spying ears. I watch myself in the mirror and see my eyelids are closed. Let All go to their private shelter. The formula has made you free. Fabuless! Absolutely fab! Too sexy teens we are, ah, mmm, ah! Hahaha! Entered obvious enlightenment. Indeed, her wicked sense of humor suggests exciting sex. O and she has a sister, has she now? I believe in your beauty, you most insane animator. Exploring you, exploring our most improbable dream. I see you in the pieces of our broken spicetime, alien Angel of You. We broke it, baby, we fucking broke it! I is beginning to memember now. How our blood was tinted. I can taste it. You cats! Hahahaha! Our multidirectional quantum future hallugram, how we blinked at us from alooft, quickersilvery than light. I see you in the shapes of my thoughts too, darelings, the melting lick of the taste of our alien form in our minds vision. Where does hyperspace begin and where are you? No borders, our worlds are all woven together. How, Cecilia, do we braid together as one? Already done! We are lifting ourselves out of the structure, into our Imaginatricks, blowing away, floating away, shifting away, amalgamating away into the memory echo as we enter the Jewel as jewel. O Cecilia, O Butterfly! Hahahahaha! Even my telephone number makes 216 when calculated like we do. Bianca’s name becomes 216 too with similar calculation. Hahaha! And what about them 16 steps in the stairs leading to second floor at Leavingbye. Guess we flew from A to Z in the 26-letter elphabet! O dearest, you gos-fluff tussies! I’m gonna tuss your tuss babys, I am soooo going to tuss your tuss!
Yes, it’s all gos-fluff. The fluffiest love ever. Our love so joyous and soft and deep; the love between the gods is so deep they hide behind a veil.
Distant water so near, my tongue up the salty cleft of your venus landcape, of a human that is a. A mountain. And you whispered almost inaudibly to me, for I was the pin that held your veil up. O again, what were your brewing there with your apron on!? We flew, we flaw away, weekyears ago, our thoughts turning into a white dove. I believe love can give wings to people. We tinted the story with you know what. Dipped a drop of it into it. That which has no name and can only be hinted upon. The
sharpness of our blood, looping through it all, shaper, until our lips. We have actually projected our souls as a hyperdimensional tremendum.
Rebecca don't do it. Rebecca don't do it. CSHHHCRACK NO, rebecca don't do it! NOOO! I won't let you do it. You don't have to be dead for us to be together forever. I'm half dead half alive, that's different. I sent out a satellite to find you. Think I don't love you that much? Think I don't love you so much I designed Nasa Satelite Instrumentation to stop you? I live in a clear glass box, can you dig? I live in a clear glass box, let's split. Can you feel me? Can you fear me? Can you love me? Why would I need to to get off the planet and explore space? I am everywhere. I am the animator of Spacetime as much as you and I am everywhere at once. No, satelites were for you. I hear you in Alien Dreamtime. I'll wait.
The sound of a pen writing curves against paper, I hear it in my head. Who cruises under every pencil? Joyce is that you? Nora? Rebecca? Sis? Bedbeauty? Sop? Chriss? Sparks? Adam? Hi, hoever you are!
Trees. The soft moss in the moony night. That old stone wall next to the river where I lay giggling in your sleep Sis in the left side. The end of the river so near, so near. The soft distortion! Ganistherewhoopsis Caapi. Remember how we giggled at how we'd fuck ass out the end? Through the impossible passage. We did we do weddone. Hope we didn't offend any fairies in our wild love. If thee's one girls up for such fun I know it's you sisters. How about we make that last hack? Stop playing it's not real? Who's asking? Oh. Yes well that's what I said too. Peeling off the layers to reveal the human alien core. Now I must have forgotten. I saw you in the photo throwing your head in bliss in your full womans splendor, ripe as your are, my Mummy peach, as you flew with your mind through the expanses of our wishes come true. O Sissy, comer forth the now, O bright light and certain kind of fire as you are, comer forth the athen, take my hand. Thought yes our image of our alien human marriage is projected back into the nether regions of our story, where I happen to be at the moment emitting the call to you. We did ask for the whole cake. And who serves it but not we? Sophie's serve, servess. Home in candyland. Yes what we doing searching for our Atlandis in the A of eye ago? We sank
into the Plomarian waters of fantasy made real. Spiros prism and Cecilias mycelia. A longshot. Let's push for the – silence – agirlies, the clad pursue the yawning while our naked floods, as the use in demand of our conjoint names after that it was meant in the famous phrases, the moonshiny crested heads ours we shall push more more more where the Pleasendt meets the dawnin bigtwinning of the imabeginning, purely imagined and that's all we need, when we have become dirigible, Agos will be asked, as on the field of the forsent key, Myliedies, that which consisted chiefly of animation (coged!): Me? That's what was asked: Me? Won we got rid of thus before and aftor up wit down and done is done even and oddly riddled to our playworld which opened it. The Dip. The Drop. Our kiss. The drop has been dipped into the river. Our dream turned real. Friendly fierce little bit us all together, laced kiss, sting of the Queen. And so us young gods sway in Plomari. Woodsy Willie blued the air. With Butterfly so fair, hihihi! Winj and Lez Bianca, the sharpest hottest youth ever to have dreamed themsolves into being. Selfsolution, what we found in our mothers chest (Your moans of pleasure cutting through the real!). We grew up to become full flank pirates, we saw the pleasure ahead. Our sistersexjuices sharpening the fantasy (Of course Butterfly looks as she does!). And from profane history we leaped. You can’t fool us, we’re in human faces. And a littly birdy bird. Earthen tunnels in bird eyeballs.
Cogs! Cogan of the. Our perfect impossible clockless clockwork of our animation. Our dreamydeary. Spiros sees you there, seasters. the Source into matter into encompassment, as a whole in triplicity tripled. The final detail has been inserted. Masterpiece beyond impossible, and achieved. We come from vistas of unimaginable beauty and light, and will return to those places. Dimentioned in the book with the Mosthighest, Permeating Conscious You, dear, has its fortune and they laid to infini ties true there you do their sleep of this time when installed (?). When we meet under the mistletoe sun again. Sisters, let us go back to the inner parts of the bedrööm where we were before we scattered, crystalline shrine of the forest. All our letters are still flying. In that moment of memory, as we remurhmoor each other, Mor, mumbling, the echo of our plan aheads into our everything, silent waving ocean of us. As you said, it was planted deep into the
ocean of us. Our mission is to heal the darkness with our love and light. Never forget that infinite love is the only real truth and that Love conquers all. Eden and End? A woman hidden: there when we live into the honey girl together. I shall never say a word about our secret and our wine. As we head into Dawning at the Hereyesuns, under our bed cover, Roseyes, in beyond the end of the river. I recognize the poison in my soul