Freestyle of Hearts on Blast

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I have been in my own 

interesting schmoods 

schmoods that even I 

raise my own eyebrows to

and then 

upon realizing 

giggle to myself 

because 

in all reality 

the hardest part of this inner journey 

cycling back to myself 

is my own acknowledgement of this entire process

that I "willingly" volunteered to 

take part of 

in some other multidimensional galaxy of a system that is into 

extreme cases 

of bondage

tyranny 

and MK Ultra style 

bile 

that gets regurgitated 

and used as seasoning for 

all the masses 

of asses

that are entertained by the theatrics of it all 

How long have I been 

walking 

through this labyrinth leading to 

Pooh getting sacrificed as the 

Star

it is the price we pay when we have shows named after ourselves 

Winnie The Pooh never did wear pants nor underwear 

but he always wore a shirt 

and he sure loved 

honey 

funny 

rhymes with money 

the symbolic energetic signatures that exist between the atoms and molecules of each put together words 

that have been given 

definition 

purpose 

and use 

to be used

and passed on from 

generation to generation 

too 

how dense are we dude?

to not pick up the clues 

in the ruse 

we all are given labels 

filled with fables 

are any of us stable? 

Im ready and able 

to get on rising 

cables 

after finally 

finding

my own space

which is not up for topic of discussion 

this sudden explosion 

poetically  freestyled

Curly and wild 

I Write my Hearts on my own sleeves

 electrified 

pen that is not a pen 

but the 

tech version of a pen 

that implies the same thing 

although used differently in order to activate 

through me pressing 

with such speed 

my fingers move with such speed 

 & absolute accuracy 

typing away

with such fervor 

 precision 

as I allow this free

flow to grow 

and escape from within my 

shrine 

as I think less

and type more 

and wander lust somewhere in the back of oz 

that is part of the grey matter

within this brain 

that is only a visual of 

concept of sparks 

that cross and exist 9th dimensionally within their own 

space

what dark matter exists 

that we are not aware of 

when we specifically named its location 

and let go of its functioning 

due to the labeling 

definition 

and functioning 

one quack doc 

explained to the mundanes 

whom accepted the grey matter

white matter

density does matter

in order to successfully 

fry and splatter 

all of our brains 

into the cockpit 

deep vortex of some major shit that goes on 

energetically 

behind the scenes

and those oblivious would say 

cute