This site will self destruct in 2 months, March 17. It will come back, and be familiar and at the same time completely different. All content will be deleted. Backup anything important. --- Staff
My brain is the ultimate organ.
The music it makes has a one track mind of its own.
What did I just say a second ago ?
My head is a playground for all that is wrong.
One big cell controlling it all.
It melds, it melts into oblivion.
And into something you could never control.
The drugs, the disasters, the disconnection with it all.
The moment it molded into a shape unknown.
We donâ€™t know. We never saw it happen.
All I am is re-born.
Into this reproduction of my cellular construction.
Without repercussion of emotional or physical condition.
Into this world re-imagined.
Re designed & discovered.
Re-invented & delivered.
Into one cell of immaculate conception.
The lover, the muse, the crazy midnight poet,
The math, the mythology, the magical rhythm of it.
The mind, the kindness, the intention, the whole of me melded into one.
Big cell of consciousness.
The complete correlation of what two cornea have seen.
In one cell within one being.
The culmination of a human.
Coherent in this recreation.
Subject to my own suggestions.
Self contained structure of knowledge.
One cell of circumstance & consistency.
One mind free of bondage.
The restraints of being conscious can no longer hold me hostage.