What if your ears get tired?

There's always a new beat. I like that.
I like knowing you know.
I like to think of small obvious things and realize they mean something.
I like to realize how I think.

I like to let my head dance with the waves-
and let the sounds go down my spine.
I like the echoes to tip toe around my shivers.

THESE ARE lyrics to your emotions and sounds to your motions.

V.

Think of a number -

for the vortex's color.

Let it be see through or mirrored;

this way even four walls will make you see the infinite.

Imagine having no walls at all-

or a world painted in vortex.

Or a xylophoned moving walkway,

or rainbow wings.

Winter's heaven code

Where are we going?

To heaven.

No but i mean, to eat?

Heaven always feeds your brain.

Winter's been knocking on heaven's doors for a while now. Hear the frost and see the shimmer of a white palace, an iceland rollercoster. 

Leaves me vibing -

Menswear as coats, trashwhores as boots, velvet as colours, leather as solids, flags as scarfs, beats as lifestyle and irish coffees as saviors.

Big nights big mornings

The marbles; WHAT WHY HOW

It's funny HOW

you get used to things

you start missing them

you wonder why

It's funny WHY

you want them

you replace them

you want them back again

It isn't how or why but WHAT you make them; a wishful formula for clear spirit and happy days, an old forgotten friend you use to exchange your marbles with -

keep playin' keep flyin' keep diggin'.

The platonics

The bad look -

DEF.: a burning gaze they give us because we're front row; the vibin' row. See it as an undetermined line; don't know where it's going, don't know where it's ending. The only thing we know is how to WALK IT. 

We certainly can't and / or won't stop vibing it up. So my answer to this platonics bullshit is this; time to embrace the bad look folks, it's only a reminder they don't know, we know.

Got the vortex engraved on soul, 1.11.11 

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