abadseed

I'm sitting outside, enjoying this evening's gloaming. The street lights are surrounded by spectres of used to be incandescent glory. Animal Collective is plugged into my head, giving rise to thoughts of multi-faceted other dimensional corporations. I can hear my blood flying through my head, my tounge as it falls into place in my mouth. Something smells slightly of petrol. I say petrol because it sounds fancier. I don't know why I bother to write with concern status. But through it all, these demon vampires continuously suck me. Trapped, continuous flow, and it burst. That wasn't my fault, I told it. I don't think it believed me, but soon it's brother attacked me in like fashion. Nobody could describe them as precocious. Perhaps pretentious.
Luminosity is lost. Fleeting, flying, fixture of flame falls fistlike below fissured foxtails on the horizon. (I can alliterate!)

Be more like dreams. Always be more like dreams. Don't focus on that which frightens you. Focus on what you are in dreams. Be as you are.

Nightly rendezvous with yourself are rewarding.