plasticized got my lungs steady coated I'll advised but still I' stay devoted loaded just a place in time a moment. not to waste and I'm planning my ascension line the universe has shown me signs so now Inclined to activate my mind I STAY sublime and gravitate to shines of upper limits of my consciousness once primed can really never dip diminish with no finish innit wimpish for a being with no well known limits counts the minutes then from this here state I pivot plotting using sources of conventional discourses sometimes forces me to look inside and if needs be divorce this of course it's forced wits pitted and enforced bits by bits until I'm left with really no recourse it's north of nowhere slyly sideling up to something mildly it contort it I'll conceived intentions I've intently now consideredi keep my expectations low so I won't end up cold and bitter dance the dog the specter if it finds your energy enchanting but beware just hold tomorrow close cause no one will protect her and her ever fertile nectar my brain my drive is now partitioning what it thinks are now new sectors mentally I catch myself from trying hard to reinforce perspectives potentially no match is out there vie ING for a new collective think I'm at a place where sources change but stay subjective nobody is right or wrong when viewed from new contexts with and eye to finding common interests what you hate in some one often time reminds us that the distance intertwined is miniscule and as a rule it's just an instance somewhere out of time can travel light years in an instant so as approaching aged and dying near interred till when I'm lying undisturbed still never shying from the possibilities worth trying nearing dirt and worms are the companions who hear me sighing ahhh the fear in which we've all been sold it only serves to make a mold of people's never bold youngind scare the fragile old a shitty hand should surely fold if only somebody had told us all point blank the truth if crass uncouth like John Wilkes booth foul breath comes wafting out there junky rotten tooth dry vermouth in my martini you really are an awful meaney seen while out n about but like a junky I stay fiending for the knowledge which once heard can give you new experiences meaning seeming better as they grow amassing deeper denser souls the flame has burnt so hot and bright that when it's gone it leaves no coals I've been told that I'm so handsome granted mostly by blind moles still those with eyes to see sometimes never hear the bell that tolls