2009-09-30 spirit funbox

internal conflictions interfere with the funbox and its desire to freely interact with the colorful, pulsating cloudforce outside the skull cavity. the electric oatmeal moves at its own pace, but sometimes aligns with the polarity of the spirit cloud. the cloud of subconscious homosapien history, vibrating in unison with chest cavity, feet, and skull cavity. the conflictions sometimes can be shaken out using strategic pulses and waveforms. the bounce of freedom and hypnosis. the treasure of being in this mindset, this time, having the spirit cloud plugged in using a plastic tube, gasses being freely exchanged back and forth as I become an appendage of the creative collective subconscious. on the brink of the blade, the break of the wave, floating in the cloudforce, in inner and outer space, with the breath of life pushing and pulling your dead human corpse around like a puppet. the machine sleeps. the human (singular) awaketh! the megazord of life, staring death and meaningless boredom and routine in the face with eyes of glowing crystal. fly into the stratosphere, O great hero! breathe your delicious spirit into the AC outlets at the base of the lifeless corpse pile.