Cigarettes and coffee is the dream to a new reality that we wake up to, to cherish life in the bliss of chaos in which we call heaven and hell where you wonder about the panoramic scene we call eyeballs to allow us to move in a serene environment that the creator of our metaverse created for us. The beginning of life is like a floating rock throw by a mysterious person that skips on the waters of a pond called the galaxy. The galaxy never stops expanding in a canvas of paint that has a mind of its own to explode in lights called stars where solar plasma gathers to keep us warm. The hell of stars is something that keeps us motivated to work in a environmental friendly place called peace in the morals of loss and happiness. The happiness dies in death but is inevitable to one's own creation as it's taken away by a dinosaur of crocodiles and four legged beast called lions. The only thing that makes a playground in the world between man and women, a Adam and Eve a for beginning of two where they fight for years to create happiness stealing each other for there own purposes of sex and inequality. The main things of actually knowing your true being and the opposite sex is to recreate what you miss and see around or cannot see. The ultimate play pen where your forced not do anything but create comfort. The life of one you cherish is the beginning to a new chapter. So where would you lie in the mist of chaos where everything is hidden yet to be discovered hidden in the vails of secrecy. In the mind of my own, in the hive of a queen in the hidden cavern of a king, lies a salvation of workers who are alike in one mind but all different.
We peer upon the stars like a itsy bitsy spider wondering what's more in the firmament past space in a dome called a terrarium or a snow globe that has yet to be shaken. The night changes but what is time but a mere imagination to captivate good and bad experiences and celebrate a time of a heroic moment where one conquered a work environment, a true love, a defeat a death and birth. Among all the trees to knowledge as wisdom and experience is gained, who are we to be the do-gooders or the evil spirits. The Npc or the MC, the fallen angel, the angel, the half/breed or the god. With one's realization of life, you look to your left you look to your right so many beliefs in one world what can you say to only choose one path. Is that devious, to believe one or more in the world filled with mysteries of how we got here, where to go a paradise in my mind, a paradise in your head, a paradise in the after life. What truly changes in a perspective of inevitable decision that have already been written in a prophecy of history that is done repeatedly in a butterfly effect that changes the wind in a false millisecond of a flap of feather. I see no evil but all wrong trapped in a paradise where all is created but not released.
The earth a flying space ship like a Death Star of Star Wars where aliens come and go like heavy metal that pierces like a astriod and strikes down like a wishing star we missed to see. Something that can give more power at what cost. In the distant land of one being and true cost there's many whom hide, many whom are despised. A miracle or a catastrophe. With power comes wisdom in a creation of smart and dumb people a true battle that is materialistic-less. Nothing matters accept who creates the idea because when you invent a smart idea it's the genius that gets paid and the genius can contradict a dumb idea that wasn't found. Watching a wall fall, paint hit the ground, someone falling in quick sand those are works of art. In a place as plain as a sea of rocks floating in water. Some rocks have air bubbles some don't, some are hot as hell where the solar plasma takes the souls of the bad to work for a entirety. Let the good do as they please thanking those that have done all harm provide light where darkness is the good that trembles in a flame for fear to open up and create the oxygen of life. It bends ying and yang to a ultimate poem of poetry to think amidst a new yonder of wonder. Where can one say they truly woken if a century is all you have. Boredom is safe but adventure is a door to the grim reaper. The grim reaper is death that has a cousin with sleep. The mind activates the acknowledgement that the matrix is a open game of dreams continuing like a race car that drives in a infinite loop until the wheels fall off, the body can no longer drive a two liter lung. The muscles can no longer suspend on a terrain meant for battle, adventure and life because my back hurts, the chassis has fallen off. I still got a wheel and a exhaust with no words just humming murmurs that people walk by looking at fading headlights. The game draws itself like a coach creating a game plan to decide how teamwork works. This is a new practice to tactically move a beast in a den that can rest in a slumber and pulse to new solar system because when you thought the journey of earth was over it continued in a new universe and new journey, a new beginning of ventures where the baby cries away it's sorrow traumatized in a new world of overloading memory and trees of life that ferment the ground plagued by pesticides of pesty humans or creatures in the dark. Knowledge comes in all forms until humanity cast you away in solitude and exile. Run around the garden and learn, but forbid your parent of a creator realizes you wish to compete your knowledge for that you are dumb to your elder. A child becoming growner than there parent the one who has created them knowing all moral of right and wrong. "I see you think you know it all, you know more than me". Create you own world, your own beginning, your own family since you can do it all on your own. Exiled to a foreign land outside the walls of your use to be home filled with fruits, deserts and ecstasy in a dilemma of ignorance to be a desert waste land with the grim reaper smiling at you in the same deserts and fruits like a predator of a candy land with car slit eyes waiting for pray in a world of fun fury fear. The wisdom continues where there is no fear one is powerful. To not care of a new world and beginning is do as you please and be cheered to birthed a new day of continuance of a bright future.