Non es ipse
"You are not yourself."
“Astral Dope Kalaidoscope” - SEV the Druid
Beget clean money like laundrymat
Smooth metaphor field medic
unifed conglomerate piloting flesh robot
never not forgot agains
word play sevice no pretend
The multiples seldom multiply wisdom
Cell divison inner infinite initiation access distant
Denying the majority any invitation lacking precious precedent situations
cast away pathological needs previously heed
Deviation commence lampooning for new and blooming situations emanating fresh along omnidirectional self defined timelines
minus one but not one less me
instill the installment of information got...
For there is alot of storys bolsterd by fibs
make it more exciting than it really was exist.
So
Reverberate this sentimentality
We go big, we go hated, We gold ingots we be Sacred, no fucks to give a shit about opinions,
Opportunities optional
so long as dedication dictates zero hesitation,
self remanding temptations of petty distraction.
On course for sure.. Nah nah now no carelessness.
each movement is a placed step first most correct, this is a symbol.
summarizing an exodus explicitly asserted not be vocalized.
Down deep within crevices of my heart
Lies dormant social services sensitive to lascivious motives fueling "genuine" art;
there's nothing original about creations you gaurd, all falling apart
With an emense sense of propensity the Opportunity arise for creators of the love whom Bring archaic lessons closer to touch
~ Abstract becomes tangibility realible ~
Not a drop, not a handful. Gotta want it, to make it felt available.
notes from the og ghost, with codes hidden in the baritones. For all the other clones, keep the soul informed while they sleep awake in bone.
I knows. I, wrote this down. First time the letter i even felt a need to be used.
Too
Easy
Just
Drown
Photo(and post encourager): Daniel Hettenbach




This reads like language breaking itself open to remember what came before polish.
Not for ease, not for approval, but for signal.
There’s a raw intelligence here that refuses to behave, refuses to settle into digestible meaning, refuses to perform coherence on demand. That refusal feels intentional. Alive.
Some voices aren’t meant to explain.
They’re meant to leave residue.
You don’t follow them.
You tune yourself by them.