There's a great musician piping out hot music from a mad hat out in Monrovia, Michigan. And there's an autumn atmosphere flowing throughout the foothills of Northern Michigan. The world, is black and white. And the music is in color. And that color, it exists still today. The color comes out of the pipe, and when it gets quieter, the color becomes more subtle, more diluted among the air. Yet, there is a legend that can be found after the music stops playing...
For unknown reasons, music could be able to make color, even if the ears could not detect it. And smells would manifest themselves not as a sense, but instead as creativity. The stronger the smell, the more creative the person would become. It did not involve the nose. A sound making color, visible to anyone. The louder it is, the more color it gives off. Even if the sound does not reach the senses, it's still visible merely for the fact that it exists. Another reason for why you should be more open to imagination. Not imaginary magic, yet "magic" as is part of reality.
Besides this, there is also a danger associated with drowning in dopamine. What is it? The emotions that seep through the cracks in the fabric of space. The elusive dopamine crystals that settle on top of the land at midnight...and ascend up at any time from 12:01 to about 2:32 am.At 5:25 was the "magic time", when the Swedish would smoke Sodium Carboxymethylcellulose. There would be clouds of Benzoyl Peroxide in them hills tonight. A dense acidic fog would blanket the war of 2033. Then, after about 56 seconds before dawn, the rain would turn basic, and complex processes would turn chemical reactions into magic. The acidic mist would turn neutral, as the bases of the rain started melting, and evaporating. As soon as the PH of the mist got neutral, there would be a radical transformation. People had the trend of smoking once the mist's PH started falling below 0. The lower it (PH) got, the more people, and more intensely people would get some Glycerides to smoke, to counteract their impending emotions of dread, and happiness. They needed to break the ice. Just like the melting of an Arctic iceberg cause cooling of an ocean...the melting of ice here neutralizes an acidic atmosphere. Here climate is controlled, not just temperature, but also PH. And Climate change...Global acidity vs global basicity? We live in a very moderate state, where PH of our air is virtually 0 to none. Except for the sporadic free radicals that roam around us every once in a while.
The frozen emotion of Michigan.
Emotions brought on by winter days, are nonexistent. They are frozen in time. And it is the great thaw which will keep it that way. Only cold nights can break the ice, just like the fabulous smells of mint around a frigid morning; are enough to remind that there is a sense of wonder . One that's reminiscent of love and what have you. One of these fortnights, was a tall figure manifested into the abyss of our daily lives. The presence of too many daily thoughts are drowning out my creative, imaginative self. These kinds of thoughts, mundane, are so persistent in life. We don't want to get rid of our ways however. It's been forever since I've obtained a creative mind. One that's free of what we usually think, the ways we usually think about stuff day to day.
Explosive State
Triptophane, oozing out of the cracks in the fabric of reality; vaporizing out of the great abyss. They come out as drops, and explode in mid air. Electrolytes, which roam the realms of the magic, ooze down onto a surface of ground, freeze up in mid air, and come thundering down. They shatter into large chunks. Then the chunks fizz, and go boom.
A thunderstorm comes alive, with static everywhere. Instead of sporadic one time lightning, it causes a constant display of static, that goes off, and you can see it over one minute, in each square meter of space. It's just like the clothes you wear and take off in the darkness, giving off light signals.
A laser has been shining upon me, from the peak of the tallest mountain. It shines from an output signal, one that consists of a russian who's climbed the peak without a mask, and without warm clothes. He shines into the pilot seat, and I start to express my emotion, by saying, "I can now see the light at the end of this tunnel." This is only a paradigm shift in thought.
The wonders of Ageisha.
They are thrown everywhere, and I must balance on a line. A fine line of 4 inches, separating one emotion from another. It seperates the great void and the land of math wizards. I cannot be tempted by either one. The end of the line; the start of a new realm. I now realize why they smoked Sodium. Couldn't they just talk with another one of 'em fortune tellers. Teller and Garfunkle; they were the chefs of the creative realm. They lied about being on the bandwagon with celebrity ---------. I was jealous of that. Talk about this, talk about that...there be talk about the word on a street. There be talks about a mountain; one called Everest. Go to rest, my best. One on top of the world, the other writing a blog about what it was like flying a Navy Seal down over Aussie. "Inconspicous" is his name. He has found himself a girl from Alaska, her name? Claudia Trumboe. What ever happened to a --------? Is there a ship over there in the Beaufort? Can I go to China now? Can I spend bills on the train to paradise? Can I, or will I, go down to Tuckit, and write a new blog. About the witch that never wakes up? Where? You ask. In achievement, that's where she'll say, "I need to sleep again." I have to ask a lady up in Canada, Scotland, Norway, and Holland, "Is there a nation of sorts, where one can actually ponder the meaning of foreign love?" Or, "Don't be late. There's a train waiting in the fog on the edge of Moravia and Japan Maple Rd. The train will embark. It will go to a land of Moldova, from where it will bring new stories about party people. These people will fly, higher and higher. They will reach terminal velocity from the summit of the Andes. They will not die either. Because they have talked to me, and I will have told them, "You are party people." And one can see color in your world, where there is no color at all.
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