what we walk, what we cross, what we draw, what are peaks form when our pulses cease its mountainous Sisyphean wake .

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drawn for your sake .

a point in space bound (currently) to a line that intersects many more points in space (outerspace)

a line, your line, lifeline, spacial navigation line .

but with a step towards the micro instead of the macro we can notice that our point that is constructed infinitesimally of navigational lines, flesh bags, bikes, cars, trains, planes, and lets not forget the all encompassing internet web that miter saws and mettigates this globe into fractions .

here we can instantaneously share the infinite ideas plots schemes information that is generated by our individual flesh filters .

out mission is backwards . yet we desire to go forwards . and are too conditioned to completely flip flop . so perhaps backwards motion can be achieved within this perpetual technological advancement perhaps with a harboring of a anarchoprimativmovewithtechment .

to move back to nature by bringing the nature to where it was previously void . growing food in a city is a good example . some how, some way, perhaps, a repaired harmony between us, our current technological achievements, and the earth that has provided us with all of these beautiful things .

either way one day we're all gonna run out of ideas and notice that they've all been archived in this strange digital ether of the interior waves .

when you've spoken the max population of words in your word bank the grocery list runs out, you've eaten all you can and you die .

personally eye never wants to stop talking

so . well . umm .

with out further adue .

heres some more spew .







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