It’s funny. Well, not really.
Maybe it’s just one of those funny-crazy 5th dimension kinda things. Crazy like when the primary gods blew it up in this Big Bang not mentioned in The Holy Bible.
Crazy like when it’s said that you, me, and all the nameless strangers walking on the
loose out there are brothers.
Brothers of the first seed.
Brothers with the thieving crows eating Elvis’ dog food from right under his wet nose.
Brothers with the waterlogged clouds sponging along holding a mantra like reversed
poles on the bounce (+ -).
Brothers w/the stardust and the tumbling heavy metals ~ immortal in different forms.
Brothers with all the galaxies oscillating, the planets orbiting and their harems of moons living through strange days ~ some thriving.
Crazy like you, me, that, them, and so on into the outside of the universe having the same lineage. Crazy how we all interact within our conjoined energy collective.
We are all the same.
I release used up energy like rivers or channels and then tap into a new or different spot and I pull in some of the fresh stuff.
Me . . . the universe,
we’re all the same.
We come from the gut of the first spit.
Five.Nineteen.Zero.One
Victor Millan
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