Returning to womb-box room of dimmed lights to perch above the glowing, humming screen and remember my roots in this subtle forcefield of imperceptible unity. I catch glimpses of her maybe for a moment and this tiny sip of returning has me tumbling like Alice into a cavern of contentment. This cyclone of Mystery swirls me, a dancer with many colored scarves all unraveling from my pulsating body and out into the beyond. I am listening to a chorus of sounds as I twirl, so potent i am gifted visions of multi-dimensional geometric shapes that correspond to the notes pouring etherically from on high
meanwhile....
i enjoy live bluegrass at a bar in the midwest with old highschool friends and drink guiness
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