in vivo

there is a girl painting easter eggs in a field. she is painting easter eggs with oil paintings on them of girls painting easter eggs in a field, with gold leaf and little rubies for their eyes, and behind behind her is an easter bunny with a basket full of diamonds. inside the easter bunny costume is a beekeeper who plays his sitar and flute to his gilded beehive throughout the night, and burns the honey from the consecrated bees in a pot as an insence offerring to the ghost of his lover, and he calls to her in a new name each time he speaks to her, every night he does this. then he opens the top of the beehive and the bees swarm upwards to the heavens through the powerlines, then they return back into the hive and never have any memory of doing this the night before. then, after infinite nights of this, he, precisely on the night after the infinith night, he says 'fuck it!', forgets about the goddamn bees and builds a big old rocket.
in my dreams both sleeping and waking (dreams and THE dream) i was in this rocket, shooting through the stars, losing control; by sheer luck and liquid fate i was somehow transformed into sun-core, gently re-calibrated, and when i opened my eyes i sure did up and chance across a whole world of good people!!!!! and then all of a sudden i never had to wake up!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
after this, i was born on friday night, November 4th 1983 at 7:25, it's friiiiiiiday night, baby! i was BORN on a friday night, and you what those crazyfriday nights are like. my father is a preacher and god told him and my mother to move into the mountains. the same thing happened to me, only with a different god and different instructions. im on a journey. ive been to 11 countries and 30 something states, and have met ten thousand people, but ive been on an even more epic journey in my mind and in my heart, with infinitely more countries and people on that side.
and then there is you. to you it is not thoughts of me painting your cheek with every color in every feeling that you know and know and know, no it is not that but it might as well be. it is not something you can now know, not even if i told you, and has nothing to do with me or my side of the story. what you decide to do with it is completely your decision. btw i at times paint things over you in my mind, in many colors which cannot be seen, and what is obscured and what is accentuated is left to chance. it is love. there are still mirrors that make you look like youre tripping or something. it is fact. i dive. i, Fiery and DocuColor at the same fucking time motherfucker, am *****. i dive. o the people i have met. i am in love with 2222222222222 of them awow awows!
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