circle round and sing

weeeee

for our groovy bones, we flow freely

Forever into the layers, we allow our selves

cells to sYnc.

Thrive

Get involved.

murmuration of starlings

Police State Break Open and hear US

The Peoples Surveillance State <----click&read

oh and for melodies, we dream On

Rhythm we thrive on

An interest in Matter of it Self.

the dust became matter and the
matter began to do just that.
the becoming became and
the rest stood up and shouted
ALLOW ME TO BE,
with only four spaces,
empty for listening,
full for feeling,
and how these moments drag onward,
leaving nothing but our souls
to whisper
about the things we only
think to think about a loud,
and how i'd like to shout with you
shouting because we really Mean it
and by that we mean nothing but our
souls to Keep
Bones to Reap
and fine fine lines
to seap
into your mind,
as the last drop of
Pure Love,
subsides, this was our chance,
and we Decomposed just as the rest,
except our twinkle toes,
they ALL ways,
pAss the test.
damn, these particles
work FINE,
with out our efforts
to attune
what we knew was
only a peep Hole.

(must be their twinkle)

tasty dayDreams

a new member of the Tribe