Free writing

More free writing. The elements going around in an array around the demons, and a greenish mist flowing in between two aliens. A musical dance gradually becoming a ritual, and three brush strokes at 3 am by 4th dimensional beings. Colors and shapes getting denser, and the mind becoming a tool for existence. Conscious thought different than the meanderings of higher powers, because another drug became legal. Stale coffee that would like to talk if it had a mouth, because Colombia is getting aroused by the mere thought of it. When a shaman is in the mood, state would like to legalize the Salvia of the thinking world. Consciousness becoming the reality of another whisper from the unconscious entities. Sadness could be flying above the mood circus, when another person makes an objective flight. Subjective reality is one intrinsic aspect of the ever changing and undulating electromagnetic field. Too many electronics in one place working at the same time, my head spinning because of such a mere conclusion, formed while the “ether” creates the demonic songs coming from the Canadian new era. The never resting company of fiends approaches the dawn of time, when any efforts to maintain appropriate efforts comes to a draw. If an alibi transforms into a hypothesis, the hypothetical agents of agendas will beg for another hasty message from the ranking constituents, albeit meandering relentlessly among enormous imperfections. The problems roaming the state becoming reasons for disrespect among the wisest of fortune tellers.