5 Subway Meter Hops

Thoughts……….Earphones……..sound…….music……..notes………..scale…………volume…….delievery……flash……..Bandits–>

Posters on every Subway: 

Enviornment Posters:

Earth is like a huge disposable garbage can that keeps recycling itself.
The more disposable trash of asteroids that hits earth, the more non imminent intelligent life you’ll begin to see and form.
It’s like your five senses and all the creatures surrounding you.
They all landed like the stars you ponder and peek at every daunting night(s).
All waiting to grasp the spectrum’s dust and palm heaven and hell between life.
It’s like every human thigh, you need hips to attach stories to tell hissing time.
The rest are big bang theories inline, all written from running faucets just to flow history as archives.
(It takes all to know en’s ledge.)

Philosopy Posters:

Sure hell, if I wasn’t born on the Sirius Day, then my coding must have fallen from the astrology skies.
Damn fish, stop programming the gravity and water jugs as my physiology sign.

Movies and Book Posters:

What else are you searching for? water and life?
How about books and movies not ending with the mighty might?

Travels and Vacation Posters:

Hi, we came to America thinking that we were all on a grand vacation. But for some reason, the hotel owners became very vicious and demanded tax money from us (Due to their consumptions for land). They explained to us that property must remain in tact in order for them to preserve their actual masses.

I told them…..go and enjoy other dynasties who battled out to built nations.

6 systems and I still haven’t seen the Universe yet.
(If the glove of infinite don’t fit, I might slit OJ to battle Nelson with the bullets.)

Subway Maps:

Queens, Manhattan, Brooklyn, Bronx, Staten Island.
(Giant Ant Farm all underground.)

Who’s continuing the subway lines……..

A,C,E,1,2,3,J,M,Z,4,5,6,F,L,G,B,S,V,D,R,N,W,Q,7

Waking and sleeping on Subway rides.

I woke up and was amazed to see myself sleeping on my own front lawn.
I was dazed, but felt mutually satisfying after discovering myself with courage to lie on my own front lawn.
The wake felt booming, but for some reason I could not remember any events prior to this waking morning.

No migranes and eye trance occurred or was felt prior this morning wake.
I felt very free but my thoughts felt trapped to this gravity.

It was no gradual explanations to explain this broader thought, but for God sake, I had to dissect this train of thought.

I had to drop my waves and plug my inner sounds, to viberate this clogging energy.
It was weird to think that my eyes were not seeing “contact to contact” connecting to this inner world of thinner reality.

I Felt my body stiffen up like signs.
13 seconds later, I felt my energy floating and lounging on every digital computer graphics.
I was moving and cutting grass like the lawnmower man combining all three trilogies.
I rose to another set of energy blossoming into lotus pushing buck ninety three.
I thought this was all reapeating scenic reportory, but this time I was beyond the galaxy.

Laminating my creativeness, I saw my own mind flying above the clouds floating on 10th degree.
Angles and shapes are seen with the tilting hemisphere rheem and vertical leaning degrees reaming the inner screen.
Baffled and cuffled, I began to light my senses with my eyes starring at 77 screening lensensing beams.
Triffling and Mugald, I used my side strings to pull down every angels and demons separating the skies from the nile streams.
Then, ran off with RNA leaving DNA with messy and bloody wall scenes.

Cont….

Commas over Decimals

Slums and crumbs

Mother Land:

They gave me trees to hang roots and repeating routes to grow out my branching seeds.
So I discovered new shells to shell out flowers from my 5 skipping fifth pivoting positions.
Tip from the barrow, the war and the weapons ran together to view racks off females’ eyeing eyes on feathers…..

2 Mother Land:

This was the perfect time to walk on the last track like the bombs timing without plotting Devers.
I ran into the scene quicker than the spy versing spy dooming and dueling on each of their own Enders.
All these names, and I still can’t figure out why you still shake and speak while adjusting their pointers.

Southern Land:

The ringing bellers? Be Reel!, you talk about tones.
Me?, I talk about the real tones that shoot and ring like bells hanging on every front doors and cellers.
YOU? Your not minding me, just level off. Your not from my leveling eye doors. I’m trying to lift lords.
You?, you’re still sniffing and praying to the statue like a minister with an eight ball stuck on his throat.
Dripping?? nah this is another towel for you sip onto after you drench your own sweats on cold.
Let me drop you off with a medicine for that cold..Hot burners and biscuits, made for me to point toasts and guns to watch your heat drop up close… (Bull Shit…I’m screaming out my constipation is on pause)

Western Land:

I’m the only loner able to drain bloods from the wolfpack without chopping their bodies into notes.
I’m scarring the devil for fearing my own force.
I”m going to give him the gift to water his garden while firing his hoes on remorse.
Fuck that while at it, I’m robbing the devil’s own codes and leaving with written curses on his own course. hahahahahahahaha!!!!

Eastern Land:

Now, the magnet better pull me up north for dropping attractions up first.
I just want to scandalize and double up on booties while eating wings from hooters on third.
I think like a pirate after bombing over extra bases for a homer in the bottom of the third.
Let me just go home, I want to sleep with my scores and tally up my stolen blurrs.

ABC Land:

So stop doubting yourself, your curves are crossing legs on nerve.
Stomach so low, your breaking ankles to tie your own laces on guard.
Forget about the juices and the bananas slipping every J walkers walking above the summoning curbs.

AD Land:

Just set it off.
Grab their wrists and tell them to slit it off.
Darkness prevails when lightning skates off.
Timing is way off, recording lines using a camcorder drops brightness and sharpness
from the serpent’s loft.

Fantasy Land:

1) I want to act and coordinate behind the mask like Dumas.
Crushing citrus and hanging on thirst from lime, I’m flying dunks from the 3 point line.

2) Tears are dropping like bodies recovering from every conclusional plots.
I”m watching from above like the shamrocks.
Everyone from below are switching like they’re trapping time.
Including myself, I’m bidding to buy out my puberty lines.

3) Cats stare the sun down.  Dogs stare the moon up.

4) 5 senses might turn into 10 senses…
5 senses sense 3D form.
So does 10 senses sense 4D format??

5) How do you distinguish <light>with levels???
Are there ways to look at <light> and understand various levels of the radiation?
If so, what are the scriptures explaining these folklores lurring superstition and myths?
Red is better off impaling itself through the top tip portion of the pyramid.
I rather watch the blues bleed through the bottom portion of the 3 tips, running solid.
They run silver to cover gold from the budget.

<8/13/07 Location awaits> 

Compassing complex lines

Follow is to lead and your lead is to follow.

1: talking
2: speaking and listening

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1-Imagine a world where you never met yourself………
2-And never starred at a mirror not to see myself……….. 

2-Discover and defy your past tenses. 
1-Anger, why explain? Just future up your senses. 
1-And stop giving presents to the givers.
2-They’re only lenders.
2-Try not to eat peaces from their cake.
1-Daggers!
1-Just melt all these frying muggers.

1-Now calmly walk along “the trails” without yourself.
2-My mind, minding me. Remeber that!  
1-Picture yourself cutting through the jungle grass concrete with a hatchet.
1-Just to see light above the clouds visually?  
2-Use your shadows to compass angles.
1-I’m not mapping to be above the Sirus pedigree. 
1-I feel lost. It seems the west mates with the east in hotness.
2-South is way too cold to bond with the north artic.

2-Now, slowly look at yourself and the movements of your motional hands.
2-Visualize the flashes and the laggers as you speed.
1-Gradually, catch the spinning plates hovering above your fingertips.
2-Grasp it!
2-Smell it, touch it, see it, hear it, and speak of it!
1-Damn, my mind is abducting my feeling now!

1-Now dive from the hanging rope leveled above the sea.
2-The dive got me gaging like oxygen chocking on CO2s.
2-Perk up, you might miss the glass falling on images like that, Gas!!?
1-Stand up, and hold your hands to the side.
1-Fall like a soldier holding his waist as his shoulder.
2-Side A sounds exactly like the B side.

1-Holy cow, the dung is sacred like the fallopian tubes feeding on all the babies.
2-Anatomists never compare their minds to the chemists or to the botanists.
2-Aleast order 3 plates of meal for yourself and to the rest of pyramid chains.
1-They “named” people from various continents.
2-You lied to yourself to repeat ignorance.
1-If ocean was my misery, heaven will definitely see me waving.

1-Introduction of Man
2-Thoughts of Man translating spirits
3-Motives and questions from “GOD”

4,5,6,7,8,9, Etc-Wheel of Fortune and randomness

<Ya, Nah Hon A Nim E Yah!>

Bored Truth

Golf:

I draw faces on golf balls just to drive their features off course.
I watch my staff bend just to club my loft off to the pores.
I Draw eyes to hit right to left just to hold a bright torch.
Slice and cut throats from left to right just to hear the cause.
And watch it land with the tee on the strength to push beyond porsche.

History:

Planets and dimensions, I always look beyond to target scores.
Dances with stream and breaking spheres from density was spoken like under tones.
Spirals and converse spun loops around the track like nike clothes.
Spoke and poke, I’m watching billions turn decimal into ordering rows.
Sailing with row, I’m still light years away from governing the flow.
So throw me the dough, I’m lifting skirts’ off planets with gravity as my hoe.    AAAALLLL  =  L_O_W

Like a telescope i’m digging stars with my tongue and eating antelopes.
Full of hope, we’re watching God’s son burning itself out with frozen planets around the pluto.
Red as a tomato, penisula mash trends like budding potato while boats float just to eat out cantelope.
Crossing links like tic tac toe, I’m cutting bulls with my oxy flow.
Michaelangelo, I’m creating and your still stuck on the ceiling reaching slow?
Painted brushes off Rome and canvassing the map with slaughtering blows is not the way to write back to Poe.
Hannibal sold popes, so don’t worry. he predestined his story from the legacy by slinging cloaking ropes.

Bronze age was again to be sold, but the golden age axed the world.
I’m stiff as a pearl, just locked myself into an ocean with guessing oysters and resting on plurals.
Watch me shine and drive like Earl, maybe Tiger will pull me back in reality with the curls.
As snails’ speed is to curl, my counting spree forked me into all kinds of murals.
I downsized just to draw on the murals.
Next time, let me trace Jordans’ just to jump off the roman numerals and collect soul for collaterals.

I cruise channels just to sing fox tv from the passing floors.
All these doors, and i still can’t listen to the fan of the Gore’s.