what if when the rain stopped random images of rabbits came out to play with the habbits and hobbits? do you think we'd be able to fly in and out of the moon while we play with our children embracing them as we listen to LCD soundsystem imganing a world of purple peach moving flower eaters. moving swirling growling goes the coyote on his front legs while the banjo paints colors of red white blue green purple fuschia chartruce. triangulating our movements through history we move to and fro seeking something else - seeking to absorb the technicolor singing of cockoo birds our brains vibrating color through our skull flashes of life fill our soul and we begin to breath. the random images of rabbits still float through reality only now they're morphing into our power animals -> penguins -> panthers -> monkeys -> duck-bill playtpus. our song is now playing and we embrace our animal within whole heartedly and man the colors are no longer seen. no not seen - EXPERIENCED. we're in the rabbit hole now and there's no turning back - images, choatic obtruse images eminate from our being and we explode into oblivion our spirit released to the cosmos. FREEDOm has come. kingdom is reality. the jolly green giant, saber tooth tiger, lockness monster and bigfoot aren't figments of our imagination they're the projection of our digital image self onto the canvas of life where we can observe all of everything with our floating spirit in the galaxies beyond time and place. man wait till the rain stops - neat stuff.
and i'm out.
