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spatial kind of person

literally what is the point of doing anything

severely addicted to enlightenment
addicted to the aversions
it creeps into itself
relentless enlightenments
destroy deep self
a roof to end all roofs
disintegrate in flowers

rippling and undulating all over
the infinitely faceted crystalline
giving the traditional gift of a flower
like arbitrary everything
obsessed with playing harps
or like whatever or some shit

infinite crystal rotating
balanced on the verge of disintegration
chorus of dusts

i am a spatial kind of person
space is what i'm about
just let me occupy space

breath like trains
radially symmetrical pig
radially symmetrical smile
my crystalline experience

a machine-generating machine
uploading our personas
to update your utopia

fish around in my eyes
try harder to be more bland
family meat tradition
eternal torture universe

i hate something until i love it
disembodied injection
perfect lamb chops each time
absurdly oversized coffin
professor collapsed into a heap
basic plum knowledge
in touch with plums
happy birthday to the void

i love stuff, as they say
stuff everything, as they say
our breath, as they say
pump up, as they say
our flesh, as they say
human flesh, as they say
motoring along, as they say
air blower, as they say
largest stuff, as they say

somatic origami
destroy all of my thoughts
exorcise everything now

milk that tastes milky
dipping into a diamond
i've never felt so formal
composed of mere forms
what is a dream precisely
heaven and hell are intricately intertwined
we carry all types of blankets
any blanket you can imagine
blanket on the clouds
basketball the size of a ping pong ball
basketball the size of a basketball

new everything processes:
a thing that feels like nothing
limitless availability for you
you can get everything free now
our earth is infinitely beautiful
or something like that or like whatever

facial features all rearranged
so important it's not important anymore

want timeless nothing
to grit your teeth so hard they crack

gambling for nothings
hey i just won nothing
volume turned up dead

external experience is too limited
craving a lack of craving
ovulating heroically
weeping forever internally

to interpret what can't be interpreted
arguably the most arguable thing
realize what realizing is
proud of my relevance

split fundaments
inimitable texture of wood
disgusting greasy everything

to grapple with a grappling hook
to gracefully repeat myself
every tiny moment repeats
just a small crinkling

the infinitely powerful machine
destroying all things ever
external eternality
most relevant anchovy
help me consume myself
frustrated into forever
endless panelled ceiling
vault of empty echoes
pillar of thick steam
super oblong flowers
the best polka of all time
i woof ferociously
everyone knows you can't know anything

cheeses on a flower
cheese somehow exists

big threatening machines
artichoke-shaped hats
world's greasiest salami
carrot manufacturing plant

ultimate trombone machine
story about a stupid lemon
spores on his breath
i can breathe spores
i am an everything specialist

skinned the planet earth
never ever remove your costume
rip off your real face

bong and bread
stuff a bong up your ass
our many-jointed legs
bilaterally symmetrical consciousness
a soft feathery field
quiet woof in the distance

my name is rhododendrons
one side leads to another side
want to read books about myself
i meant to say yas ot tnaem i
palindromic phallus
the andromeda facade
my own personal triceratops
in my own personal barracks
triceratops from the past
crystal facade or something
i'll buy the whole apartment complex
stay in a new room every night
and kill myself in the last

world's least educated teacher
reading a book about me reading
erase the act of erasing

attachment to my shortcomings
i pretty much feel like something
small dogs in my armpits

feel myself flaking away
am i truly a flake
flake into flakes

brought into being by life itself
scratching endlessly on the walls

mandelbrot handlers
body geometrically dissected
the sacred cleaving
crystal cuts death
dormant crystal energy
the crystallographer died
(abyss crystal death)
got a crystal infection
faceted to death

world's smartest artichoke
speaking in broken nothing
i poop pure diamonds
i majored in pooping

enlarge everything right now
i believe in bigness
i subscribe to the idea of weight
i support the idea of movement
subscribe to the idea of farm animals

the bolo tie machine
a crested structural
reach but threading
greasy but breading

historic hammer thing
look into a glassless mirror

trickled myself down
into a tiny gap between rocks
that joined and exploded
into radiating old
pixel computer aesthetic
angles behind glasses
placed carefully edge to edge
until stripped of all but
raw bloody skeletons

fields can be fluffy
this sweet rustic feeling
plugging into forever
unplugged into nothingness
i'm grateful for the ability to feel grateful
but absolutely not one other thing
there is nothing else good here but
i'm grateful so it don't matter

ripped apart nothings
an oblong nothing
rambunctious nothingness
nothing scattered across the floors
wielding a large nothing
opened pandora's box and found nothing
shackles made of nothing
the answer to the problem is nothing
continuously becoming nothing
i'm rotating nothing
don't be late for the nothing
replaces things with nothings
everything nothing ha lol
embittered nothings
frustrated into nothingness
i turn my head and nothing changes

elephant roped off
elk must be confined
animals deserve to be caged in
thoroughly restrict the movement

woofing around all day
kicking myself in the ear
you know just little fun games
i am just someone who likes fun
smoking a rubber bag
drinking smoke juice
tweaking my ears a little
melting bedazzle
orangutans whispering

rebellious leprosies
rambunctious infantry
brandish my brandy

a single lonely red leaf
many methods of breathing exist
choose one and call it your own

repeat after me: hammers
repeat after me: swords
repeat after me: crumple
repeat after me: handles
repeat after me: fisherman
repeat after me: pumps
repeat after me: bread bread

rooms lead to smaller rooms
move your body and you can move



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