Pulling the yak wool over my eyes is a would-be could-be excercize in feudalism. The Universe endowed me with expert shearing skills, along with a tactical team of textile experts. Trust I’ll need all the help I can get, saving you from yourself. Your mind is too small to go out wandering alone at night, may I offer you some reinforcements?
(Image Credit: Banksy)
In that future place where moonbeams and sunshine collide, a.k.a. the apex of dual-bodied light transmission, human eyeballs are useless parallax-inducing bioforms. Here you’ll feel blind all-knowing starchildren at play, tossing radiant light-bodies like beach balls. Historical synaptic bursts cut through the sand like glacial striations, as darker-than-blue liquid ozone laps atmospheric shores. Aerosols scatter and organic bonds rupture to create a new ethereal archetype.
A wise man once said, “there’s nothing wrong with Earth that getting rid of all the people won’t cure.”
For now, while we still exist, exponential progress in technology is inescapable. Things may never be the same after today, but that’s okay. Come, take my hand. Let us look forward and evolve together, into our collective future selves.
PS. this is our 111th pce post! I’d like to thank the little people, those who appreciate these random accelerations of intellectual matter through the digital universe.
In the game of life
one assumes both roles; of dealer and player.
Play on player,
the stakes are high.
On the bright side you’re always a winner, whether or not you “lose.”
There’s always one more hand, til the Big Guy shows you both the door.
Good day, Sirs.
I want to sing and dance with all the strength I can muster. Until, on that fateful day, I inevitably stumble and fall with Xs in my eyes, the love in my heart bursts with the force of my entire lifespan, and splatters the earth with pure joy, all the goodness I have ever felt, and more💗