I am running out of what is inside me. The sounds are washing against the walls and flooding the room and my head feels like it has been cushioned with a thousand needles.
Life is flooding around me like a ton of arctic molasses. Can't even know what that means. Does anyone care to try? Slap a symbol on it and call it yours. It only returns back to the Great Organism.
What is this nonsense? This rubbish? Is this alteration of something that can lead us in the right direction? The room is still filling with a liquid we cannot see, which is not a liquid at all. This is too much to expect from someone who cannot think correctly, in relative terms.
I am filled with a great energy that I never knew existed. There are two patterns oscillating and dragging to somewhere that I have been before. Everything is too beautiful in this state to care about what is ugly. That is what the tunnel vision obscures. What it saves us from.
There is too much to take in. To take it all in at once could lead to a certain insanity. This is something to avoid, something to hide from at the moment. This automatic writing will lead us to where we have not been.
Thunder, thunder now. Hear it before it comes. Fear it, but respect it, for it is something of a simplicity before our time.
I cannot grip anymore concepts or thoughts or feelings and I must teminate this stream of thoughts and symbols before it consumes, confuses, or demolishes that which we almost understand, oh I am off balance.
At once.
