The Switch In Life The Buried Plans Of Blasting Light

Hung in for the long haul. Kept all dreams stable. Process at night to fight another day in the mourning. If I was given the time and space, no one could predict all the amazing schtick I would come up with. Blow minds. I want to blow my own mind. To simply blow the brains is a lame mans game. I want to stay in for the entire ride!!

I'm a cyber punk baby with cyber goth industrial tendencies! Was brain washed by hollywood until I watched too much Japanese animation. I know our whole culture is a cartoon and within it I have become the cocoon emerging with such fierce force!! The victory of the species over the individual! The antidote for ragged individualism.

Once I manage to make the time, I slow time time to the prime. To the one time. To the one death. Need only psychologically ego death die once while you are still alive to keep on the solid old soul vision. Break out of the visual fetish prison, into the moon prism.

A new era exploration and relaxation to get the presentations right. I will speak, hear, express and put out all the fuss. Imagine the whole world brain farted at once. That is the implication of the positive apocalypse. Where are all the shiny happy people studying Nietzsche's Gay Science?