SLIPS COMPILES PILE ~ these are rough, not polished just recorded and typed up, just a long list of some of them,\. There will be more, in variation and type uploaded at a later time

 

Jersey turnpike, highway at night, lights are drawing in the highways as molecular sands moving, inhaled like a breath into the high beam speeding down the asphalt.

A. In out as though gravity released then reinstated.

B. Steady stop alternate by the second, light and dark, the highway streetlamps blink in and out. Effect, ex gravity, atomization, disintegration, blending, mixing, on and off.

 

 

There is blood orange moonlit splendor on the windshield, that’s shining on the windshield’s ice crystals, cresting ice white brightened neon orange clothed clouds small as splinters spreading across the winter cold glass reaching for my faces fractal fractioned reflection seen by me as it reaches.

 

 

Oxygen refrigerated tube eighteen wheeler truck bursts when crossing under an overpass of the Bruckner during early morning sun drenched blacktop rabbit run stretch of highway. From behind a silver circle reflecting all colors almost exactly, a split second later erupting into a three dimensional blast blowing a dozen foot crater into the earth under the road material while simultaneously ripping, shattering, sifting through segments of the bridge. Almost instantly incinerating a blast radius led in split second slow motion by subtle shockwaves spherically sundering the ambient with sudden diaphanous delight.

 

A.  Under the under pass forming ice like vapor, this ice like vapor then coalesces as celestial snow into cosmic filament like tentacles that then assume the overall shape of a humanoid coming into being and reaching up over the height,  where the overpass was seconds ago.

B. Or the humanoid then walking through the overpass in the same way light moves through the translucence of glass.

 

Suspender born of the light reflecting from the metallic gleam across the top edge of a white rectangle truck leaps while amassing light into form, and orbit up and over the truck, then down the side splashing into the asphalt at sixty miles an hour. Sinking quickly into the asphalt and emerging as fluid light amassing from the asphalt on the trucks’ opposite side. Continuing orbit up over down and up again for dozens of revolutions as the white truck races down the highway, each revolution the faux gravity pulls greater on the great white truck until morphing in motion the few tons of material in motion. A dozen or so revolutions more and the truck is a mass of vortices clashing then caving into its own Coriolis tail.

 

 

Glass storefront burst outward, as liquid retaining all the colors shapes and light of the vantage on is viewing the explosion that is an expulsion of these colors as though suddenly fluid, with a megaton of force flowing outward as smoothly surfaced shockwaves. Flooding the streets in those colors as well as evaporating into the atmosphere.

 

 

Volumes of x risen out of water, ex. Walking to store there are small streams aside the small road, these lift, in seconds becoming walls, which one can see through, and see shadows of other shapes made from the colors of the houses on the other side. Keep walking through the black iron gate is a larger puddle followed by small pools and puddle, a miniature thousand lakes. Each rising into forming and structures of their own, sculpted smoothly the light bends glistens through them as they’re forming gaining clarity as sculpted spiral stair temples and other smooth monuments which tiny water peoples walk and even partaking in the fluid transgression from on tiny detail into another.

 

 

Storm dream of Anna when she rises to center of her own tempest, though in this case transitioning to atmospheric bleach, that is vaporously spilling, burning, atomizing and dissolving the scene or area into another. almost like a nebulae of void growing in the sky, becoming the sky. Can also be used as circumference of bleach cloud is the place between two places, where any or everything is neither and both.

 

 

Shadow of overpass slowly peels and separates up and down, evaporating and coagulating with the ambient in the same way heat is seen on the horizon hot days. Becoming a thick liquid light that begins to spread tens of feet outward, also spilling to the ground as washes, and or whipping about with the ways of the wind. These vaporous semi-visible clouds blur the light like chemical smog though also internally refract millions of speckles per square foot per second.

 

 

Downpour of mini meteors shower through the now twisting steel of 43rd street to 49th street, decimating many structures along their destruction stretch.

 

 

Trees along glen cove road, a still foggy serene morning drive, far off fog almost the lightest or slightest of purples. Rolls of fog fall from the fall orange leaves blowing about with the breeze leaving trails of three dimensionally flying fluid creating intricate twisting pillars of crystalline seeming dew.

 

 

Trees along glen cove road bordered with barks of ash grays to sun bleached blacks in rows of fall leaves dripping dew down to the ground from nearly each edge of each leaf become creases of a long series of elaborately shaped and adorned arches emerging from translucence overtaking the ambient with decorated shapes of light containing the roadway as I drive onward under them, until all together the tree lines thin, the arches flickering fading dimmer, diminishing as the trees break and they dissolve entirely into the ambient air.

 

The microcosmic asylum inside the white box bread truck ahead of me on the highway.

 

 

Storm variation, all surfaces erupt as a piss clam spits every few inches though chaotically covering everything in existence, happening feet from my foot but more so the further from myself my eyes go, with the most of the consistent erupting piss clam squirts forty feet from my own feet.

 

 

In the streets of Manhattan the facades opposite one another completely break off from ground to sky, and face each other colliding into one innermost ‘wall’ or greater façade of glass and metal building material. Melding and molding into molten hot glass and melting steel.

 

 

Semi opaque and translucent giant bubble, yards in circumference, when at its convex curves it casts mirrors reflection back out onto the world it was born. When bending into concave there it creates an image made of the collected shapes and colors formed to smooth. The large bubble is like a net, the whole of it. An aspect of this could be the motion captured on the convex is visible, as though by gas internally or sliding as sand over its surface, either way dissolved and reordered into the little dips and valleys left by the concave portions.

 

 

Magnetosphere juxtaposed onto anything, visibly haloed in many layers of a single electromagnetic field, spinning or stasis. Phantasmal volume representing a radius of allowable effect, or interaction with noun in perceptible proximity to the viewer, I am the viewer. What then when this imaginary EMF collapses?

 

 

Excited atomic structures. Inches to foot long, and progressively larger until amassing into waves of fluorescent splashing washes arriving out of thin air materializing when crashing, to scale, over surfaces formed only by these pink yellow waves washing forms into reality as though paint splashing over shapes already there. Small benches and fountains flowing, when the different waters meet new hues are drawn from not being, to born before the eyes of thirsty spectators speculating on the fortunes flooding fresh from unbeing into phantasmagoria bathing their speculated skies. Other:sudden fluorescent flood.

 

 

The ground burns away, the reality of its volume and mass and tons of seemingly invisible air burning away, as though atomically bleached from being, otherwise in the shape, properties and interacting as headlights or any light interacting with the ambient air.

 

 

Nanoscale nukes and gravity wells dancing like thrown sand, attracted and destroying, churning and ripping, tearing the nuclear explosions from form and forging them into thermonuclear spectral orchestra of dots and sparkle sized galactic implosions spread and fading through the air, coming to form the bottom half of a sphere swishing about itself.

 

 

Jovial light hopping , only from light to light as a being existing between shades of shadow, and so like moths some of their sort adore being as close to the light as they can be.

 

 

The droplets on the windshield vibrating, oscillating in their shape outward, bending upright, stretching in time lapse mushroom like fashion, becoming small pillars, then a three dimensional grid forming unevenly but still symmetrically, as a bee hive grows in shape, though water and like a tiny megacity spread across and growing from the windshield.

 

 

Dandelion seeds swirl about a field with a breeze, whipping and whirling about in clever circles, each as tiny projectors displaying their holographic light formed pictures interceding, coming together to form a single sometimes areas of many square feet scenes playing out collective dreams of each seed as though each is a meme, a piece of puzzle projected occasionally collecting into a single beatific image. This is memory. Aspects of aspirations as projected holographic images pristine fractals and fragments of a reality coming into fruition.

 

 

When symmetry prevails, but from which vantage?

 

 

Jump rope twists reality, mixing and moving about the line between two houses across the street from each other acts as a massive, long rope, whipping into the air arching upward and swinging down. With one on the other side of the street, this makes a double-dutch of churning city matter lasting for a quarter mile stretch or longer and reaching a few thousand feet into the air.

 

 

City born of roars and loud bangs. The strength of sound depicts the Doppler effect that is the present the perpetual wave interference of the present.

 

 

Window screen when sitting close see the outside as small rectangular fractal squares, a grid of reality, another to make depth and between them all of three dimensional reality can be pixilated as eighth of an inch square areas.

 

 

Gleams of light illuminating raindrops brightening them, into lucid volumes of light projecting through each rain drop collecting into falling fractals of one cosmic sea or another.

 

 

SLIP spirals upward, slip spirals are template or frame for another, a thought that allows another thought.

 

 

Green transparent glass tree which glistens, as hollow variegated greens whose resplendence resembles the glimmers sent from cracked and shattered crystal. Enshrouding, glowing sun yellow bright beaming rays reaching with ever greatening intensity through the emerald encasing imprisoning the radiance within. This is the encapsulation of eternal ever present energies contained as life spirit or cosmic electromagnetic fields within all things. As though seeing the crystalline variant or reality is seeing the objects from oscillations of energy.

 

 

All shadows volumize simultaneously, cast from midday sun the shadows smother the ground and other surfaces, this new volume is a field of unreality, as malleable mass. Anywhere a shadow is it grows in shape and volume. Mini cities and tunnels, catacombs fields and plains or any throughout.

 

 

The city street of five storey buildings seen lengthwise tunnel view, the windows opposite one another throw light into the night, though into the day in the same way. Bursting from the glass frames of each and every window or glass.

A. Fluid flooding into the street with

B. As vapor or spectral like spores, hues meeting and intermingling as though atomically, or shaking sands, sifting into scenes like filters through fog. Almost like steam making dreams of the volume of atmosphere.

C. Maybe at times forming arcs above, or wall between or doors, becomes slip ‘oneiric, or oasal’.

D. Through each window becomes a sheet, similar to a still, or a photo or image of, or the present memory.

E. Ex. Envision buildings and oneiric interactions. Rectangular air volume with slices to show their structures.

 

 

Scalable volume of space time, slices, thin sheets, hundred to thousands ad infinitum making up a rectangular volume floating in the air, when not open to specific sheet. Photo film negatives pressed back to front in linear order arranged by earliest time to most present, this is the space time volume which one may take a slice as thin or thick as they can sliver, to peak at any time or place.

 

 

Rows of tree lines line the highway. Two rows, the first forming the frame work for translucent walls that separate the dimension on this side from the dimension on that, the second row separated that from there, creating a three tiered horizontal dimensional strata separated by vertical walls and trees.

A. Break through alternating patches of shadow and light cast by the trees and bunches of foliage

 

 

An *explosion of any sort, in Slip context is any of, all:

A slow motion

Flameless, only shockwave and force

Stopped, reversed, slowed, slice separated

Phase shift

Causal shift,

Aoe creation

Inception, birth genesis

Motion

Inhales or exhales

Surface, insides

 

 

The throggs neck bridge poles burst, they are vapor coalescing into the shape of massive beams, pillars seeming as glistering crystal harp strings from which the suspension wires are strung, of crystal orange honey hue gleaming, seeming brilliant when seen from the shores, thousands of feet tall stretching into infinite existential stratification. When the Harpess but quivers her finger the whole bridge shakes as though to a wind storm lasting the length of the bridge.

 

 

All glass is water, all water punctuates the pandimensional, or imaginatively manifestable nature of all things perceivable.

 

 

Gleam of molten glass, or light of a cloud, or landscape, atomic, burst, air current equivalent cast into the ambient, interacting with other things. Sweeping through towns and cities, and suburbs.

 

 

A Black and yellow amorphous ambient with pink and blue diaphanous hues far out in front of the moving car. All cars swept into a growing three dimensional cavity containing a very lightly shades pale pink hazy core. With the furthest stretches being of atoms igniting into blips of miniature suns, out of which a sort of craters with magnetosphere like umbra with an umbilical cord becoming each and every of the many inroads. After a few moment of driving the cars liquidize and spill down the shrinking roads inward joining the pale pink slowly whirling core, hungering for more and more. The mass evaporations above this few mile wide suspended pool come to be thick bluish hues wrestling for prominence in encircling a mass ellipses resembling a massive mile wide mirror standing as rival to the sun.

 

 

Air burst car swerves, blowing through two street poles, the first one draws some of the car burst matter, the second pole draws the rests, this quickly settles into a wind torn double spiral miming that of binary stars encircling each other while tearing the other into gravitational swirls.

 

 

In a parking lot two lights standing next to each other, the lights spring up from their place, brightening, then coming into a counterclockwise rotation as two orbs miniature comets catching up to each other playfully until eventually catching one another. Exploding brilliant flash filling the mall surfaces the way water fills a bowl. A second fleeting flash of raw daylight.

A. As an unseen spiral that collapses at the center into a beam, that burns the atmosphere to open a view to a different scene. Which may or may not be a kind of veil or film that blows in the wind to make bubbles of others scenes that float around the parking lot. That eventually burst and spill their scenes like through powder into the atmosphere or staining the ground.

 

 

Coming out of a tunnel bursting flood avalanche of reality as though instantly birthed into another place.

 

 

Seeing evaporating light, as any surface light touched begins to slowly evaporate, minuscule atomically dissolving into the ambient. Maybe all atoms are gleaming seeming radiant with iridescence.

 

 

The colors of tree bark melting into the air. Some falling without disturbing the colors sinking below like water surface waves settling into cement and blacktop.

 

 

The many story façades of midtown flow outward as fluid and glass breathing spirals interacting interlacing with one another as nearly clear swarms of tendrils swimming into the air as horizontal eruptions intertwining geysers meeting in air or the faces of glass reflecting them until they crash shattering them into their own.

 

 

On train people falling off the lights, miniature suspender peoples, emerge from the lights running the length of the train cars, like sharks and faces swimming in fluid white luminescence. Emerging as partial forms and figures spilling out as dry ice vapors do over the ceiling, walls, seats and people.

 

 

Bay plaza parking lot from the top of Pathmark, the cars a sea of them glinting in midday sunlight, levitate, elevating higher and higher from the hot asphalt, some start veering and swerving about through the air, interweaving when even higher in the air, then all together, hundreds of them, forming a sort of membrane, or three dimensionally reaching river delta.

 

 

Magnetic tornadoes rupturing sky born stars wrapped in their violent twisting winds, a thousand stars sundered to smearing vastly spiraling blurs of neon supernovae.

 

 

Pop windows hop through windows to near and far, at will as how around.

 

 

Pushing down landscape from sky downwards, water oil as though turpentine slowly ‘burning’ the landscape and aspects, seen from above the ground as the streets and pavements, roads polls, would be like vapor continually settling lower and away from you.

 

 

when standing on a narrow sidewalk  sunlight shines through the Slender opens of a black Iron Gate, the sunlight becomes thick rectangular sheets of light that glimmer and Shimmer to the sway of walking. Walking through them feels like Silk to the skin each becoming a scene of the past, or landscape throughout a day with each thick rectangular sheet like ink in water and spinning around them behind the viewer to win looked behind see the fluid losing the time of day and dispersing as a water droplets that burst evaporate to become pink and blue pastel hued powder blue dream Moon heels that stretch along as long as they are seen.

 

 

Water disk as elliptical spinning tripping and see pedals

 

The side of the building falling and washing against another, flooding up dozens of stories flowing through street-level as multicolored glass cement steel made fluid into a Title Wave of fluorescence. Some of the vertical gravity-defying floating wash up the building becoming spires and spikes interweaving and insert washing back into the main structures of the building is as fluorescent like minerals that gleam and shine in the sun, like the Yellowstone geyser. the fluorescent magmatic splashes going into the other actually greatly increase in the overall structure of the ones gaining so naturally form into the geodesic landscapers super structures, aggregating super structures.

 

 

Building breaking burst out word into fragments floating through in to spend it in the air. Crashing into each other further fragmenting becoming semi stasis over all shapes track structures that each forms different cultures or as a different three-dimensional landscape that interact become one massive biome. look like micro organisms that are actually society's parallel to our own and you know plus minus centuries and Technology etc.

 

 

Sunlight leaving on a car streams of spectral vapor creating miniature acting as a sundial casting Shadows onto the street in motion. Also flowing through while refracting through the trails of tail lights.

 

 

Layers, void, contrast reality, lens, perspective, Oblivion, time.

 

 

Woman holding a tops of trees as though they are massive catapults releasing them and the force of the wind created by the tree snapping back into place throws reality in the same way that it throws window in the wake of this pools in the shape and forms around it as though they are made of sand permanently changing everything in its area of effect.

 

 

Rising and falling Brick by Brick the building tumbles like poker chips. They casino chips of a cosmic Casino as substances are of all playing chips.

 

 

Rolling car, when stops throws wave of inertia, grows, forcing fields of vapor and liquid out word I still throwing the energy at amassed by moving through space through space.

 

 

Traffic light strip link listening colors rising is waves when they're massive droplets hit the ground creating Spiraling rows the come into whirlwind, spiraling around me and reaching for me from the peripheral until flowing over my skin.

 

 

Car sliding on oil, people are also melting into Hills and small rock formation microcosmic rock formations. All and everything’s melting into the ground, the oily ground of a hot wax, even the cars are softening speeding up or slowing. Crashing as semi coagulated burst of hot fluid that hardens into in the air.

 

 

Walking at night over the wet ground surfaces, a Mist vapor is visible as volumes of swirling semi stars with suspender people dancing and prancing around me, creating particle path people, translucent people moving around as one fluid reaction no matter where I look fractal reality is forming.

 

 

Shining through rectangular fences or sheets thick plates and cubes are pulled through each Thin and thick Slabs of celestial volumes. If a chain link fence then light shine through becomes semi-rectangular cylinders.

 

 

The back of a truck splits off leaving the frame and ribs of the truck or trailer as suspender people standing still as statues. 8 statues as of the ribs of a whale made from this truck, each raising their heart hands and arching in word to hold hands up above the center so forming a path with the last holding a sword between their two grasping hands. The truck is still moving at 60 to 70 miles an hour down the highway when these 8 people jump off backwards and the sword is released falling directly into the ground and slicing the highway horizontal e42 then collapse as though the Bruckner down onto the Hunts Point.

 

A variation of this is that each of the eight suspender peoples has a wand in their other hand which one falling backwards create layers of vapor trail which become nebulous and spill from the wands. Shining Light through their eyes and sounds vibration of their bodies exploding cross through the nebula and this interaction creates a physical manner trail that follows the truck as it moves down the highway. And so matter is born.

 

 

Shadows are bending and bowing wiggling and rows at the verge of where the Shadow meets light, these edges becoming Shades stratified shade stripped across the ground as though gradient rainbows cheating and kind of shining and then reaching up into the air two different heights soup becomes almost like a wave top wall the further you are the longer it follows, dipping up and down. These then begin to be at the verge of every shadow that is seen in the wall of the collective flow is transferred or goes along from one child to the next one walks passing through the round the city.

 

 

The phantasmagoria Holograms three-dimensional seen through volumes of snow or water or floating through the cones of light headlights.

 

 

From Vantage of Broken Arrow Expressway seeing a gas tube truck under 138th Street Bridge flamelessly explode in slow motion. Scene from the rear this silver Center which is the back of the truck appears as the pupil and the Shockwave immediately surrounding it appears as the iris with the overpass appearing as the top of the eyelid in the street we guess what is appearing in the bottom of the island all together looking like an exploding, opening eye.

 

 

Put hand on the ground and pull up the whole sidewalk who can come start like a bowstring, then release her to snap down like a snap line of chalk used by Carpenters under the ground.

 

 

It has to Rises forming from the rain on the ground and the orange street light shining down meeting the small crevices in the asphalt. Acid rain rises into the air filling with each drop of rain water, centimeter by centimeter looking down, and up to it seeing your fill and fill until become a more complete sphere of glowing orange light.

 

 

Rain on leaves, the leaves vibrating creating visual ways that emanate from the leaves at word in the shape of the leaf flat and long the rain excessive fluid prism with the wavelength split through the prism of the moisture smothering the leave skin creating half inch volume of circulating light emanating into the air.

 

Also see these swing and sway, sweep away into the wind as streaks creating three-dimensional swipes as though the trees were the brushes brushing through the Ambient.

 

 

Yellow headlights shining down there yellow lit Street a neighborhood street, the rest of blue is true still wet and glistening blown, radiating the colors back into the eye of the headlights coming down the street. Sweep All moisture from the ground and surface from the bottom up almost as though some invisible aerodynamic things rolling over the ground. This brightens all the moisture as it seems to be beeping evaporating Dan becoming dancing people vaporous people at the edge of reality.

 

 

Drawing static fuzz, TV fuzz from the screen or out of thin air. Other version from matter is there is a desk see solid concrete structure of a desk, is reverting into its static form of the energy not yet formed into the structure reverting back to its primordial medium.

 

 

Elongating leaves and Rain punching holes through them like spikes through paper. Simulating zooming out you can see the raindrops falling through the collective phase which when looking up or around you on trees but when you zoom out far away you see that there are the 10, 20 ft. Further you get the closer they appear until they're no thicker than a piece of paper is surface of a lake and the raindrops falling through a massive tridents, spears of Poseidon crashing through the water in the same way that comets crash through the Earth crust.

 

 

Everyone on the train is a hologram projected from the several points, from the dots/speckles on the floor, spawned from one of these points, 1000 of them to create a single image, and all of them to create all the images or substances present.

 

 

Seeing as though through a filter with waves of life, breaks made by movement, with the light slows when moving through colder gases. This is a governing force that effects all motion for a duration of time, to create an interplay of physical effects of light as gravitational waves, and wind with density.

 

 

Sunlight glimmer on Windows, light smears orange on the windows in the morning rolling across city faces.

 

 

The Beats of these streets equals the ambient noise of Lights color shapes vibrating versicolor omnipotent omnipresent waveforms of Infinite oscillation.

 

 

Streetlight or any Sky wars stratosphere atmosphere pixelating animatedly and being dragged behind the wake of a car speeding down the street. This leaves the Wakes standing stagnant in overtime meeting and mixing into new Blended blurs of massive Strokes of Intermingling pixelated atmospheric realities.

 

 

Seeing people's thoughts as fluid plumes, emanating then evaporating and  condensing and coalescing hues and shades,  shapes shining glimmering as densely whirling eruptions of Dreams spreading and dissipating into the ambient and Interacting with the realities around them.

 

A variant of this is the weather kids.

 

 

Speckles of the train 4 stars, people are standing on this base, their shoes persons and becoming the basis for building which snow covered by trains in toenails and above them on the streets and cities and skies and eventually galaxies and Cosmos and Speckles of stars seeming so far away there is fun as a surface of the speckles.

 

Speckles horizon as though each shore an atom creating all overall forms and structure of the speckles in the same exact way Clouds or constellations seem to be things we imagine their shapes from. This could be people a person formations of people interacting with each other small and large giant robots fighting, the cities lights metropolises city streets, structures substructures forestry lines or other abstractions seen of The Mind's Eye’s horizon.

 

 

Short story about a boy who grows wings there was a trapped in a room by the size of the Wings he's grown. His dreams as his room becomes, because of his wings, his tomb.

 

 

With bubbling of the city street as though there is an underwater geyser under the asphalt which looks like water moving mellifluously. The geyser erupts, expulsing tons of fluid Earth into the air, a sort of tree we see forming from the plume, coalescing as it seems to cool, condensing into the hole from which it came, and under the water becomes the roots for this enormous earthen oak tree.

 

 

Eruptions as though underwater, erupting, making mountains of this mellifluous magma like matter. Parked cars and half the street, including all objects buses cars street signs buildings all moving up and down made fluid by the Motions of the mellifluous asphalt.

 

 

A variation of the universal solvent, is dissolving whatever it touches from existence, from form, is somewhat like a three-dimensional Vapor bleach which everything that that Vapor touched is instantly burned out of existence as the vapor flowed it burned everything it touched every atom every molecule touched out of existence. This applies to a wall simply where the world weigh in a new phone that attaches itself. Thrown as a dense powder, it'll explode onto it creating a crater of dissolution.

 

Imagine disbursement of this in many places in many forms as a small glass forest swipe, wipes floating everywhere like smoke through the atmosphere, thinning out atmosphere and reality.

 

 

The facade of a building fluid and list spirals into the air from each window and then these windows Collide into larger piles and greater spirals so if you're sending a block away I would look like most of the building was eventually coalesced into a massive enormous Street length glass and steel ram horn.

 

 

Seeing the light of street lights at night lift from the ground as if by own gravity equals and evaporating and the look of daylight is left after the evaporation this is in this Dimension the cause of daytime the inverse of this is the cause of  Nighttime.

 

 

Walk to the gas station from my house. Touches the ambient, and it swirls to make the body of the swirl as I walked to it and towards the gas station, chronically shrinking from 100 to feet where I'm standing to 10 ft 200 feet ahead of me. A swirling, gyrating prismatic, almost composed of holographic layers of the reality around me.

 

 

Juxtaposing the shapes of different Cloud patterns onto, of, or into any surface, of anything. An example will be cirrostratus clouds smeared across a car or cumulonimbus emerging from where the ground meets the side of a building and floating out into the intersection to create a sky only as high as the second story over that particular intersection. Nimbostratus becomes the ground that I walk over for x, feet before me coalescing from translucence into flowing form. And all surfaces around me.

 

 

Seeing light through movement of fan equals actually moving through the skipping light off on, off on, off on, off on, off, strobing the reality. Actually existing on a plane in which light is moving so slowly that one can see it is a wavelength fluctuation in real time as both macro size of buildings in micro size of fingers or even the size of hairs or smaller.

See cycles of light. An alternative is when the fan passes the light, is akin to a refresh of the surfaces, or reality, by the light.

 

 

Stores are dimensions, example, corner stores and strip malls as islands of reality in the endless asphalt parking lot that is space-time. Could be any storm different stores correlating with different dimensions are different concepts reality.

 

 

Remember posting black holes, wet holes, magnetic spheres, gravity Wells, plasma spheres, and other imagined anomalies small microscopic affecting the area around it. Example, two car sized, mountain sized, planet sized galaxy sized on to ad infinitum. How they affect the ambient, surroundings, no matter where or when that may be.

 

Fun with classical physics as though paint on a palette, a palette of malleable realities.

 

 

Buildings look by Brick by Brick and pour down the sides of the structures melting until melting all the way down to the ground retaining color all the way down. Spread across the ground as a magmatic perpetually solidifying to sculpt sculpted angles and curves. Spreading into a paint and solidifying vaporizing it's a white water prismatic vapor.

 

 

Epoxy smoothed surface become discolored into a checkered pattern of dark Square, light Square. Each dark and light Square grow outward into the air horizontally but then curve inward, overlapping creating interwoven Circles of checkered ropes if a hollow-core. This becomes a template from greater motion. Or example there is a woman in the center of the sphere like clockwork looking like the Lady Liberty  with the insert woven circles rotating around us and she's only visible when the interwoven ellipses open enough to allow her to be seen.

 

 

First of a bus window, but also common for fluidly flowing storefronts, all colors stay the same but flow out from the windows. The retaining its color all the colors of the scene inside as though is flooding from the windows or the bus windows.

 

 

Cutting voids out of space, reality out of thin air and juxtaposing “voids” once you structures and buildings.

 

 

Seeing circular sound waves cast outward from a moving train, passing into the air affecting the train walls and structures to one of the other trains. I'm on looking through the window seems to affect in that's I am seeing the kinetic energy made visible, and potential energy as potentialities occurring simultaneously as holographic Ghostly mackle phantasmagoria.

 

Or catching sound distortions as catching water with my hands and feeling the vibration of my hands is a feeling the moisture and the coldness and currents of the water though not. Instead it’s nearly transparent, sound moves in decibels Great and Small and flowing slow and fast.

 

 

Clapping hands together is tuning sound into fluid floors, Which floor by floor are disseminating chunks of a molecularized stratified reality born of sound, made into streams, the sound fears emanating from the Clapping hands.

 

What is the sound of a voice when sound is motion.

 

 

Off the streets spinning small eddies create a spiral vortex in the asphalt, of the asphalt. Stretching down the length of the street, pulling in matter, into a mist resembling wind and rainwater. Colored by the matter of sundered trees, street signs and fragmenting facades.

 

 

Burst in the heads of a group of people, example, on bus and freezing explosions mid burst in Blood and blood coalescing into ropes that become tiny Bridges connecting the gray matter skull bone fragments and faces which then become microscopic and minuscule citadels, palaces, chunks of cities. Varying degrees of a lucidity seeing as that person's mind made into a miniscule yet massive system of structured thoughts. Of the mind yet again made visible by imagination. See also microcosm metropolis.

 

 

Suspender people coming out of every perceivable piece of glass to be seen of this scene of the microcosm Metropolis.

 

 

As the intensity of the sun increases so does its gravitational pull on all things on the Earth, as though the heat created with a light reflecting are actually reflections of a gravitational effect affecting all and everything around.

 

 

Holding my phone in my hands the screen bubbles, boils everything of the rectangle emanates from the rectangle pulled up and multiplied by suspender people who evaporate themselves when reaching into the air in the atmosphere become dendritic. Expanding one of these dendritic spikes burst becomes another bubble which becomes a fractal of the initial screen bubbles. Sequentially branching out Create a sort of three dimensional bubble jungle.

 

 

Headlights on a shimmering Road, Shining toward me equal a projector strengthening and shining through clouds just above the street. Lights flickering, clouds under the streetlights become malleable in terms of layering and any types of structures, such as, stratified bands or sheets separating sheets of light that become terrariums for New Dimensions that grow bleeding through cloth into form around them. In the Clouds of the layer above become the ceiling of the layer below.

 

 

Phantasmagoria is often on parts of surface waves, and part drawn out psyche. Looking at the Surface body of a rolling wave seeing in its Shimmer the other possible pass, past, passing of the same person, other eventualities.

 

 

Anna Variant ch 16

Surfaces all was reverberations, infinitely outward oh, time-space, existing eternities. Existence made from and perpetuated by the eventualities Of Echoes emanating at every point of probabilistic path Divergence. These Echoes, or paths form the body or the volume of all the existential planes of reality, realities.

 

 

The sunlight shining through the water surface is one’s Soul, thoughts shining through your psychological self looking through the surface of water. What's on the other side.

 

 

Time space perception introspective receiver reality versus reality perceived equals physical form.

 

 

Frost on the floor across the ground retreating to follow the shadows as the sun rises and that shadow cast recedes. Seeming almost a shadow following the withdrawing wave, leaving the sand darker and lightening as the water recedes.

 

 

Particle Breeze blowing like water vapor, thrown from tires on the highway, billowing mist turning light grey vapor. When I look away all the reality seems to be the same water vapor turning and turning in their places and their forms and structures still retaining shape.

 

 

Looking around seeing the cityscape atmosphere is wraith and Spirits collapsing in on themselves rolling inward to a center, each an emanation point bending reality towards it.

 

A building retracting to 10 different spots with some of these reality welding centers remaining floating in the sky.

 

A city wilting like flowers in the fall. The whole city, light, skyscrapers, streets and sidewalks.

 

Particle breeze blowing from the time Space and scene, all things seeming like snow the granular is a Morning Mist swept of the buildings from the buildings.

 

 

Walking down the aisles of a supermarket, seeing the colors of the many different products on the shelves, bursting like ink in water, flying off the shelves leaving trails intermixing yellows of mustard cabbages, and elaborately decorated colors of different packaging erupting. Add bursting and insert mixing and be there as I walk through, splashing through them, the matter which they made becomes malleable to thought.

 

 

Faces of the trees over the Mamaroneck parking lot looking down to what? The parking lot, the dreams of trees spilling into the air, the atmosphere. Insert in my eyes, seeing the way what their breath is breathing into my lungs.

 

 

Change two trees, the Harpmen flame bridging between them, with each branch showing the frequencies of the two are one with one another. Frequencies at the ends strumming, that is from the trees rocking back and forth. Wind fall marches between them flowing, fluid Vapor pristine Prismatic arches strumming along to the strength of the breeze.

 

 

Sections of reality become glass that they, suspender peoples, touch create the effects of lightning. Whirlpool gravity tunnel stretching cracking crumbling deeper into the volume of the glass. This is true of any glass.

 

 

The advertisement screen at the Dunkin Donuts, flatness, pushing outward as spilling out into the store collecting into the pupils and lenses as though like static tendrils injecting themselves into the eyes of the 10 people online and two behind the counter.

 

 

Creating a growing quadrant of a sphere of static, that grows and grows until filling tile ceiling to the floor and pop, and just before reaching the door sending a shock wave to blow the front of the store out. All the glass and metal rocketing a dozen feet in the air and then pausing sending people walk past touching the glass out of curiosity and evading the metal.

 

Or growing and growing and pushing the store forward and then pushing further and pushing the roadways and cars over. Then pushing the gas pumps over, gushing up from the earth and pushing all over the intersection and then pushing all the cars and the buses and trucks over. In the street lights and spilling out then onto the highway and washing over the overpass.

 

 

Long black gate made of suspended people becoming awake reaching for the other, going from standing straight up to curving, stretching over my head, creating an arching tunnel like effect with no space in between them.

 

 

Volume of sound, heat, light.

 

 

Tile floor with black hole checkered tile floor, with the black tiles being open to the massive black hole in stasis under the tile floor. From these shapes statues of elaborately sculpted suspender peoples of opaque black and glossed obsidians.

 

 

Hallway ceiling fluorescent rod lights scene from standing vantage point is shrinking the further they are from me. Each fall down to the ground as though drapes or volume of light waterfalls. I walk through them, each sheet Raptor shift light seeming spectral as it slips over my skin. In and out a dozen more, standing still looking through these planes I see incorporeal reflections of a reality not yet occurring.

 

 

The volume of ambient circumvolving in any of the eighteen directions at once. The center acting as the starting point, as the central emanation point.

 

 

Walking on the floor spotting specs and designs of the Hall of the house is much like seeing shapes in clouds and walking the hall floor spotting slips.

 

 

Effervescent Coral magenta colored honey, or perception, is reality dripping, secreting what is a probability encapsulating fluid secreted from Honeycombs. All substance are varying degrees of this honey secreting from the secret source, inverse its existence.

 

 

Yellow yield sign reflecting yellow, glowing brilliantly, translucent light emanating outward. All that passed through this light bended, blurred when passing, feeling a vacuuming of self and energy into the fluorescent yellow light emanating from the sign. As though all existing Essences being inhaled by it and subsequently exhaled as diverse new sequences spilling into being.

 

 

Flickering light watching the skip a beat where the light touches Epping slowly, speeding motion, as though radiation come over there radiant heat energy emanating outward.

 

 

Holding my hands on each side of my temples, open hand Palm. Split open my skull with my brain looking like a landscape, similar to the fjords of Norway casting is reflections of light outward, growing into the shapes of an unseen stream. Spiraling upward until everything of the reflection becomes Crystal like the moon’s surface reflecting off the ocean. My brain stem becomes a stream a waterfall of stream of consciousness rather subconscious emanating emerging from the subjective forms of flowing thoughts.

 

Alternately, when the brain emerges from the skull the skull splitting separating becomes like leaves off a stem, itself separating two sheets and curling, while the brain Rises separating unfolding like through many petals of a rose each sliver of brain separating two different pedals showing iridescently different realities thoughts subjectivities release from the Mind split sundered when meeting the light. The brain stem becomes the stem, though reaching into the Earth, or the body, as a flowing stream of the trains going deeper into the ground.

 

See you other brains than Flora, dream, hallucinations, poppy field perception, pineal pop.

 

 

Matte ‘white holes’ augmenting the light surrounding them flying floating through air bending all reality they come here. also black holes, white holes, magnetic spheres, gravity Wells, all made malleable by imagination. See example. Volume of light variations.

 

 

Standing on the sidewalk seeing the street sink deep down 400 ft, though slowly sinking deeper into the Earth.

 

 

The Moon turning in the air as it falls, casting off the magnetosphere when in the Apex of a total eclipse. The moon is yellow blue, nearly iridescent. Spinning, creating spirals, leaving trails of the moon's descent.

 

 

Bricks of a wall coming out one by one with people looking to the other side and people on the other side looking through. when I run up to the falling, eagle to see the other side look I see The most subtle Secret Garden, that is my subconscious, my mind  seen by and before my very eyes.

 

 

Suspender person running on one side of the Bruckner expressway leaving craters with each stomping foot. Cars driving shatter, and swerve to avoid crashing into each other, creating chaos on the pavement, the suspended person then leaps very high into the air. Taking several seconds, just seeming to be floating, then falling faster than a comet, plunging straight through the elevated Highway. A shock wave throws from beneath the elevated highway, tons of steel metal and cars 10 to hundreds of feet in the air. see me from far away like a massive flower  sundering matter.

 

 

Arches of buildings come over highways, the matter substance of each becoming like cherry blossoms falling from their tree branches, birthing like firecrackers, igniting the atmosphere, the walls like cigarette Burns to ash, but flowing through the air igniting all the matter they touch.

 

 

Seeing sound in a tunnel, through the air flowing as overlapping volumes of spectral fluid flowing from the speaker or the motion or the movement with the hands clapping our feet stopping or stepping so lightly even hard speeding can be heard and seen simultaneously.

 

 

Flower petals flow of the back of a white car flowing forms that glimmer the light rolling over another car as it dries each disintegrating into the air. Where each flower petal of light disintegrates into particles, orbs of light seeming like bubbles burst. Expanding infinitely outward overtaking, though first seemingly not affecting anything, they eventually stopped in place and if there's Center create a massive infinitely inhaling gravitational well size with pinpoint that over time encompasses entire cities, then stops, so that structures cities are augmented, Twisted bent out of shape remain locked in time and place, while refuse of realities roar and sweep, illuminating for all the eye to see.

 

 

The corners of brick buildings from the ground up leave their place, brick by Brick, conglomerating in the skies you into massive newly made arches in the form of X’s from one to dozens to hundreds of stories above ground level.

 

 

Raining night time, the rain forming into a wall in front of Omi’s house rising from the small runs of river streaming over where the ground meets the sidewalk. This wall runs the length of the street and it frosts and steams into a wall of ice.

 

 

Pattern spread throughout as I walk past and down splintering almost vaporous ice crystals Foreman particle path spreading through this wall about a half a foot wide and 8 feet tall, where I walk if I stop and look keeps freezing and more and more and greater detail, and I keep walking in the particle paths of frost follow feeling the water wall volume.

 

 

Peeling the sunlight off the arch of an aluminum street light. This is a variation of peeling light off surface of things to use as templates for others or as part of a slip itself. example would be to evaporate the sunlight from the ground and a hot day, thinking about it literally a steaming off the asphalt into the haze and wavy lines that blur the atmosphere in the distance. Which themselves can then be thought of volumes of malleable matter.

 

 

Repetitive reincarnation, reincarnation is repetitive? How do you know? Or is it a metaphor for growing over time.

 

 

Charlie Brown billboard, black and yellow, bubbling outward, bursting into the air from the billboard, a 50 foot rectangle easily quadrupling its volume, becoming less dense with the property of a vapor Charlie Brown period scene off the right side of the Bruckner Expressway.

 

 

Standing on the overpass where Tremont Avenue meets Bruckner Expressway looking westbound Toward the Highway Loops preceding the Whitestone Bridge. A miniature black hole images with gravitational waves that reach out and snap like flailing tendrils creating secondary waves beverage thousands of feet at word Throwing Cars building structures racing towards me on the overpass, seeming like an almost invisible Avalanche Raging towards me on through the atmosphere. From where I'm standing to the black holes north West and East with me being at the South, 3 enormous rectangular Glass Crystal plates emerge each standing in the sky Midway from the black hole to me. Each of these three perfectly reflect any light coming towards them though also are wildly illuminated as the Avalanche of gravitational waves crashes through them. Burst out black hole light on its outer reaches a wave that goes to each drawing an explosion an implosion. From where I'm standing these explosions in waves vending ball around me I jump through the air walking, digging a tunnel this otherworldly atmosphere emanating from this odd black hole a few miles before, a few bus stops now seems years away.

 

 

Street lamps over parking lots are the masts of a massive ships which one day at merge from of the asphalt and flying through the air as both magical and mechanical mythological beasts.

 

 

Gravity Wells example. Solar flares, storms gravity spears and spheres, storms. Glass is water.

Split down the middle on the side of 1/2 Circle top-to-bottom equals a vortices circle cylindrical rotation, twisting multicolored around it.

 

 

Jump the building crumbling downward, hits the ground and instantly sublimating ex. miniature energy released in a metaphor for the soul released though of the ex. Substance of sky scales of the higher the atmosphere as solidifying or freezing Soul energy atmosphere.

Meet wind people.

 

 

Suspender peoples with wands and staffs, who for seconds at a time blink in and out of existence as some debris of some sundering separates and dissipates around them. Blinking In and Out. They are under end as an inrush of a building crumbling down arching into the street as hunks and chunks of cement and steel tears of glass. a stone rainbow

 

Controlling the flow that comes after them as a composer, there is a red composing suspender people switch your acting as an in rush or maybe in mimicry of an inrush of the building the forest in the Motions of the buildings falling.

 

 

Force, noises, Sun's solar flares also Supernova a in a chorus of color and amorphous malleable shapes churning vapors ionizing plasmas, bathed in by glistening Stellar cradles, moving mellifluous as microcosmic multitudes of everything in two different realities by the second.

 

 

Cars like blue liquid spilling over the ramp end color flowing over like seconds long waterfalls becoming vertical particles floating in air vertically suspended, first from a highway overpass then seen from different vantage, and exiting the highway on an off-ramp lowering to street level.

 

 

Wind wave wakes of birds, flock of sine waves Frequency flowing flapping as they flow state felt inside one's head seen through flooding trails elegantly through the air.

Atmospheric amplitude, music, resonance, frequency, wave interference existence.

 

 

The windows of the building come off, floating 15 feet into the air, becoming a horizontal stack of folding reflective rectangles coming forward and either falling back into place quaking through the rest of the building, making the rest of the building glass instead, behaving like water, collapsing entirely to the center of the building and creating some kind of a singularity, or still standing in the street becoming a new three-dimensional Road of Phantoms and phantasmagoric scenes unfolding as if each glass rectangle was actually a filter to see other dimensional planes and falling at the same time in the same space. All of them can do this.

 

 

Semi translucent transparent streaks of their trajectory Trails until splashing as fluid drops with firecracker like explosions swimming streams through the air.

 

 

Shadows of electrical pole wire shown on the street, we trying spider webs walk over by shadows and other creatures.

 

Molecular structure Stratus synthetic natural objects ersatz foundations in reality.

 

Seeing a surreality spouting in the world, of the world, as a world of stimuli, to the senses interactions, stimuli to keep, your physical senses the body is a filter of physical and ambient effects.

 

 

Street lights have mushroom light cups of emanating light, the blue one on the corner of the street making them look like Kohl's with irises made of light and then the arch over also made of light like a large eye, that is also a mushroom cap. The pole is now in April and spectral people jump from the top of the lamp grabbing the edges of the light mushroom cap pulling it down as they spend create a poll wrapped in different colors of Light which they come different wavelength, that is different colors from top to bottom not one rainbow thousands of Planck length to width overlapping rainbows

 

 

Street lights bursting out word, dozes, hundreds, as if see from the sky, thousands, burst Supernova into Bunches of Lights picked into bouquets of stellarific Beauty by ethereal Giants.

 

 

Igniting the air into miniature Galaxy formations, trillions of these multiverses imploding per second per square inch. The longer you stare the more they erupted, the greater their terrifying flashes into different forms. Seeming to form overarching patterns the way water and motion flow fluidly moving throughout the increasingly bright microcosmic Multiversal explosions.

 

 

The celestial stardust particle sand from when I was on the bx12, and it became that all the reality was constructed of sand in the shape of whatever substance they was meant to be. This was one of my first major slips. BX12, all is sand, the glass, the floor, the plastic, the eye’s, moisture, the sound waves are all made of this essential sand flowing in motion. See last chapters of Anna.

 

Primordial Mass, under the most ancient ambient skies. Skies existing far before time, long before minds were made to see them. Minds missed when eyes are open. Everything as it is, and was, blurred together, primordial and potential, a promethean aurora borealis coloration of Celestial creation.

 

 

Beams of sunlight shining through shadows of the I-95 highway underpass, stripping the ground and quickly liquidating cars in a Flash fleeting color. Other cars and trucks that pass create, compound into a wave flowing through the I-95 as almost magnetic effect of the area around it.

 

 

Pattern left by the windshield wiper streaks of sunlight appear like a spinning record.

Eyes so wet from crying that reality, before me blurs, like looking through a wet windshield.

 

Paradise radiating outward to the reality around me from the brightened colors. Acting as a sort of sonar whose reverberations when meeting in the air interact, creating phantasmagoric shapes and abstractions seemingly living things, emerging, lasting for split seconds at a time.

 

 

Suspender people jumping and turning cars from one thing into another, as the highway progresses, they turn the cars and scenery into round Square altars with each becoming a bridge or Pathway to an alternate reality. Driving past the bridges and pathways to other times or places.

 

 

The windows of Bay Plaza become meteors hitting the cars of parking lot, exploding on impact. Building Bridges out from the impacts, with their trails becomes paths. Breeze blows around them, suspended in place becoming semi structures. From these suspended trails veils fall from either side, becoming glowing translucent walls. Over time as more little meteors crash, they throw sparks almost ballroom dancing in the air and the chaos following floating around colliding.

 

 

First wave, static, a wave of asphalt rolling 10 ft, 10 ft waves like water across the parking lot sweeping cars and people, and trucks over and away. Waves rising almost to the parking lot lights shining down, giving the asphalt surfaces their sheen, and volume to their flowing.

 

 

Black Cobblestone Ground always reflecting light of cars around it, as though a rainy day, city night, evening day crystallize reality, casting from the reflections volumes of scenes from hours before.

 

 

Day, night, dusk, dawn depends on the collective spin of the Airborne particles, iridescent Stardust atmosphere. When I reach out to touch a single particle the hue of the ambient shifts through the day.

 

 

The page becomes like water, steam to the heat of my pen sweeping across it, lasting seconds. Unevenly heads and shoulders rise, the Army's I read following the rise and fall of Empires emerge from the page crawling out word. Hands reaching out to grab my wrist and Force the flow from my fingers into a Creation, to will my pen, rise and twisting into writing the inception of their will. Then look what happening each time, the words are ringing, hearts are singing to the pages of sirens, melting wax eternities coming into being, stop motion mellifluous wax, twisting lines, now living lines of shapes and figures.

 

 

BP massive sign plunging downwards, flashing, crashing wave of vapors, light sort of like a large illuminated Vapor saber, followed by wavering wake descending from the sky.

 

 

 

Looking up 1st Avenue all the buildings, right angles and straight lines, start blowing away, straight lines and right angles become tons and tons fall colored leaves blowing through the air, colliding with each other, and on collision become vaporous streaks flowing through the volume, and streams flowing through the air until the whole of the mass becomes gold orange and red listening massive vapor tunnels resembling synapses and dendrites.

 

 

The structure of a building blows away like leaves, leaving in their place a mythical looking oak like tree made of shades of obsidian and celestial Blues, twisting and reaching out into multiple dimensional planes at once.

 

 

Looking up 1st Avenue, like looking down the hall, the road, all the parked cars and cars driving up and down the street begin being thrown towards the walls, of the buildings, they crash into them, but they splash, splash and continue to get dragged upward, skyward. They create arcing bridges between building as the collect, amass, of fluid pulled skyward creating ferrofluid like tendrils dancing around the tops of skyscrapers as in magnetic formations. A new ersatz sky for those below, and ground for those who will be above, growing.

 

 

The mall sign with multiple signs on one large rectangle becomes the Mast and sail of a massive 17th century ship, emerging from the ground which fissures and splits and flows around this ship as raises above the ground and parking lot. Leaving a crater in the ground, and fleeing gracefully toward the sky.

 

 

Highway traffic, shadow cast by car in the morning Light, the shadows rising into transparent blacks becoming more opaque the closer they are to the car, rising and falling in Mass like ocean waves, spans of ocean wave reach spread through the highway. And amplitude sine wave shapes of Shadows rolling floating down the highway 60, 70 miles an hour. When I pass through them they Splash around the car with the normal properties of water. You can also see suspender people rising up as the wave rises, jumping out of them into the air, becoming the shape of a person as they rise and falling back into its own shadow.

 

Cars whose waves interact with other cars, creating wave interference patterns also that are then acted on by a third and fourth and fifth and sixth and so on many cars.

 

 

Suspender people as hopping on cars, stomping on two cars making superhot partially superheated craters that cool seconds after, sending sand and vaporized vehicles into the ground and upwards as bursts of color, many resembles small metallic impact craters imprinted into the highways which themselves take kinetic damage like cracks and shakes while the car is swerve and fly off the highway and roll and tumble and crash into each other. These suspender people leap leaving arches 30 40 feet, into the air from car to car, seeming to be having a lot of fun.

 

If you freeze frame the highway it will look like a bunch of artillery blast hit all over the highway while a bunch of ghostly shadow Phantoms are jumping through the air.

 

Some of these become large almost explosions of frost vapor, that are actually pixels, pixilation, void that interact with the proximity of their explosive range as pixels of reality.

 

 

Me sitting in a car on the highway, on the Cross Bronx Expressway seeing the cars driving up the off-ramp and vanishing by degrees into a hallucinatory day time while I am at night time. The gradient change is being replaced in the street lamps going off the off-ramp with each being a greater degree of daylight.

 

 

Strings of light, of the suspension bridge, cascading light emanating effervescently from the suspension wires. All in mimicry of the reflection of the beams on the other side. Equal blues and yellows rolling through the air above. The longer one stares while passing at 70 miles an hour, at the strips of beaming light flow past blend into a wall of light, dreams, Consciousness slide into a single frame of film that when passing into a fog of the scenes unfolding of yourself seen by you.

 

 

Sunlight glimmer on the windows in morning lights luster, orange on the Windows as Ambrosia to my eyes mind. Malleable matter. All this morning crystalline fluid flows out into the air as though a dragon's breath, collecting in formation, every window the sun glistens, a cloud of illustrious light.

 

One of variation is at the cloud gets sliced horizontally into slice and then splitting both around accordingly. Seeing what is between the slices.

 

A microburst falls flowing from the initial building, a sky scraper crashing down to the ground as almost like a crystalline syrup that solidifies so that the structure came from and the formation that grew out and fell collectively make a sort of crystalline immense Cavern that is also joined with other building so the city itself or this patches City becomes a collection of these sort of golden Crystal Caverns.

 

 

Street lights burst under bridges, erupting into the life line, into Cloud shapes of bursting solid semi vapors exposing from the pillars outward.

 

 

Street lights, any sky are pixelating, being dragged animated, and affected by the force of vehicles passing. So the wind currents moving around the object are actually affecting any object seen or selected, example, Juxtaposing the wind that would move around a bullet train, but up the side of a building or through multiple buildings, or through or make a loop out of it from Madison Square Garden to the Statue of mercury at Grand Central Station. And make the Buildings and structures become a river or become like a hole until all these buildings where people can hop on the jet streams and ride.

 

 

Digitizing reality, human beings as an extension of atomic theory, apply to perception of reality. Particularly particles color perception.

 

 

Pulling arches of sunlight from a car as a large glob of Honey like fluid that a suspender people then stretches it, stares at it for a second and begins strumming it like a large chord instrument. It sounds 100 times deeper than a contrabass, then eating visible sound waves into the atmosphere that reverberate to bend and contort as though light through a glass in concentric circles Affecting form of all matter including the ground and cars and street lights and atmosphere itself.

 

 

Massive bubbles resembling Galactic superclusters from billboards as I passed them on the highway. Nebulous semi-holographic Vapors. Visualize a particle of light leaving a billboard and flowing into person's eye from the particles point of view. Splashing into the synapses of the mind.

 

 

Liquid light swells from below, from each brick of the Cross Bronx Expressway’s walls, seething, breathing in as some metal shines through the fluid.

This leads to a sort of landslide of liquid light and semi ionized Amorphous matter.

 

 

Skinning cars of light equals a ton of the cars reflection left as its wake, similar to the wake of a boat according also to the aerodynamic shape of the trail left by the car. This can be compounded to be many cars and also cars swerving into each other lanes and stuff like that, it's just visualizing Wind Tunnel to create a by The Cars. Applying this to people and their every action could also be a sort of way of making life trails.

 

Seeing cerebro in iridescent bubble like motion.

 

You can also scan a car to create a pillar of light directly upward, any substance or shape.

 

 

Sunlight evaporating and condensing, evaporating and dancing surfaced in the air as a new malleable volume of energy oscillating and clumping together throughout the atmosphere in the same way cotton does.

 

 

Under an overpass is a vacuum, the shadow evaporates, boiling from their shape, retracting inwards similarly to how the mark left after a wave darkens the sand then fades after the wave leaves.

 

As cars drive through the evaporating Shadows they actually pull the shadows out from their place flooding then into the highway to be tracked over by other cars which throw them into the air for the Shadows then become microcosmic interconnected Crystal Kingdom is made out of the water droplets lasting eternities in the microcosms, but milliseconds to us.

 

 

Bridge of light surfaces breathing as separating, shifting Hue from red to blue that is from far to close. When steering you can see within the light starlight Current and nebulous Hues flowing as paths swinging unevenly and swooping around as though particles streaming through this bridge of spectral light.

 

Pulsing, cutting, crafting scooping the Ambient reality around me.

 

When the swerving light Bridge slows it cools to matter in the same way that hot iron cools, so cracking fragmenting and crumbling tons of pounds into the water as the bridge falls, seconds before the pillars, overall resembling ice Cliff faces crumbling into the ocean.

 

 

Neon Lights pink and yellow achieve May light pouring down the street, as a sunrises that floods instead of beams sort of blood through houses into windows, over cars, onto everything. 

 

Matter is malleable, floating dreams over surface water reflections, scenes of the reality, of bursting shadows.

 

 

Splitting matter at the stroke of a finger. Going to waving one's hands, leave a trail of particle path.

 

My irises equal electromagnetic field catchers, in the same way a body swims through an ocean the eyes swim through a body flowing currents of interacting wavelengths of light.

 

 

Autumn leaves blowing are evaporating and splashing across the windshield as golden Earth Reds and Sandy Rock yellows. Dissipating as widths of tangling smokes, the colors of fall cleaning from where I can see them through my windshield.

 

 

Airplanes soaring across the sky pulling air visually leaving a void as its wake, three dimensional void that dissipates or widens spherically, disrupting the ambient air and clouds around, reaching all the way down to the water, crashing down in a horizontally stretching cascading wave.

 

The initial air Wind tunnel Created as the wake of the airplane may stay standing in the air standing in exact place as glass or transparent forms suspended in place. With other airplanes flying through them so over time they eventually become mass of changing three-dimensional web of glass like Sky tunnels.

 

 

Suspender peoples of light laughing out dim breaches of light following laughing demons emitting from the tail lights of a cars around me on the highway. The trail of streaking lights become beams of light that are grabbed by glowing black beings. Left on the highway and throwing cars over and then stab each other with shattered beams of red tail lights, the trails of fleeing demons.

 

 

Trees that open when driving or walking near, Landscapes, streaks of energies. Mini vapor microcosms, and micro kingdoms are the spores in orbit around Greatly glistening golden barked trees. Seemingly in stasis for taking light minutes to hit the ground. In these kingdoms a million Generations pass before they touch the ground.

 

 

It's raining and my umbrella gets turned upwards to resemble a large cloth bowl with metal framing. Then the rainfall stop someplace, staying suspended for several seconds before reversing and falling apart as fast as I was falling downward. Large patches of these raindrops start swelling up, emerging into about a softball-size sphere of yellow glistening fluid that begins emanating light. The other millions of raindrops of the sun storm begin moving, swelling left to right, up and down. Changing and flowing band instruments being played of an orchestra resounds as the rain drops.

 

 

Fields of water backjets at different elevations in different circumferences, reaching dozens to hundreds of feet in the air, and interacting with each other’s gravitational pull, so some have greater pedal designs through their gravitational interactions.

 

 

Asymmetric assemblage.

 

Slips

Vapor train cars particles, when a train passes the riders shift through the scene in the same way for television transition though in person, all the reality shifts, like fade stage left.

 

A template of checkered pillars for a landscape.

 

 

Wings of water splash from flowers, smeared across the windshield, wrong to the left side with the falling rain.

 

 

A flatbed truck hauling various types of clouds, example being cumulonimbus and Nimbostratus Strapped onto the back. Even bouncing up like normal cargo would when a truck rolls over a bump.

 

 

The lines on the page gain clear picture, then magnetic polarity becoming magnetically interlocked through the electromagnetic fields as though copper wires. I quickly crumpled paper up and automatically crackling, untangling and snapping in and out of place, cracking sounds during lightning reaching dozens of feet out into the air. It remains in stasis though perpetually spinning and snapping its electric blue lines out into the air.

 

 

There is a moon behind the tree, holographic tree three-dimensional projections as it from the tree is the Moon I saw a shadow cast from the Sun on the trees other side.

 

 

Suspender people unveiling another atmosphere of reality by catching sinking leaves falling from autumn trees, snatching them out of the air into semi spherical streaking blurs resembling the wake paths left by supersonic Jets through moist air.

 

They could be filling Spherical image of, or erasing the boundary in a spherical pattern around himself.

 

This is literally applicable to the virtual reality painting in 3D. That's one example you could be painting the constellation of the sky as though his hands a paint roller onto other surfaces. So if I run my hand over the wall I have a big smear of space Star constellations.

 

 

Touching any surface and visualizing kinetic energy flowing through that surface as though a Rayleigh wave. That is it'll look like a stone thrown in water the way it ripples has a waveform over a surface, then apply to any surface, into varying degrees of amplitude and wavelength.

 

 

The reflection of any surface onto another shows the original surface as retaining the same shape but making all molecules of that surface visible on a macro level. As in looking at a rock you will see all the molecules making up that rock, vibrating in sync to form that shape. This is molecular malleable Step 1.

 

 

Pulling a reflective cloth Out of midair that is any size shape or form I wish it to be. If I wait till I commanded or I can throw their shapes and forms out of it so I can create ebbing and flowing wavelength of kinetic energy, they reverberate through any substance. Example the floor or wall of a house, even making the floor of the wall or the table reverberate at different speeds depending on their physical properties.

 

 

The roots of plants, and trees, and leaves and stems are roots that actually reach into the sky, entangling invisibly for the clouds to set upon and sit around, and fly through, and also reaching to the Moon, and to the Sun.

 

 

From the insides of trees outward becoming nacreous nebulous Hollows, as the trees opening to birth human shaped people's, with open crystalline eyes but otherwise wavering Prismatic amorphous vapor shifting from solid to flowing, and back.

 

 

Beautiful crystalline ochre shades of semi-transparent fluid tree sprouting leaves of steam suspended in place, the Morning Light makes them Mackle and bright, and brilliantly bow.

 

 

The shadows of canopies stretching on the floor, from foliage makes another landscape, the hills and shadows emerge Rising inches off the ground. Gaining a glass light clarity.

 

 

Leave there and into nebulousness while passing your eye, splashing on your windshield, floating through the way sea grass flows with the ocean currents.

 

 

Cutting a school bus in half to make a w that then bends and moles into the shapes of mountains with steep Cliffs. Where the bus being cut vertically split to the size and then the tires and bottom with the engine rises up to become the mountainous region. Jumping out of my car into the mountains I become tiny and I'm now in a whole new stage. Yodeling

 

 

Microcosmic catacombs accessible through diamond dust glittering grains of moisture in the air. Standing still you can see these catacombs growing like spider webs throughout the air bloating and standing collectively performing structures similar to superstructure Galactic filaments. Or the overarching cosmic web three-dimensionally. The overall shape of spires and could be and it all different formations.

 

 

A volume, A proton Reservoir. drinking water, morning Orange cream sunset Sky gel illustrates the particle pass their dusk donning a new age of Auroral ambient being particles spinning Versicolor night, days, dawns and dusks. At times even having dusks in dawns and nights in days as small and large ‘bubbles’. Example see the soap bubble on the surface of a cup of water, take that surface to be the lines that you see through, and the bubbles will then be filled with other realities, sliced times of day.

 

 

Rain falling into massive crowns of fractal asymmetric patterns on impact, Chapel castles of the sky crumble when you lose focus when you forget them. Connecting by Bridge forming rising from the ambient patterns of asymmetrical splashes, example on a small scale, is the drops of rain hitting your windshield.

 

 

Rainbows rise, bubbling up through the sky, as exactly asymmetrical as layer-by-layer assuming the shape of an elaborate Prismatic Palace of splendorous spire walls, greatly adorned rooms, vast open squares, with fountains large and small everywhere as the mainstay of their decor, as our shows a top arches at the buttresses of walls as the fortresses of walls as segments of the Spire of flowing fluid Prismatic, Bending and bowing and obeying the laws of magnetism as dancing following wavelengths.

 

Or elliptical rainbow stacked on top of each other Rise and Rise warming the substructures of Greater structures that then fill into greater detail the longer one Ponders at them. These can emerge between buildings wherever the day becomes hazy from being seen from far away.

 

 

Seeing moisturizing becoming faces and figments forming evaporated and evaporating to fill in the shades of fully-formed moving fluid people. Or suspender people wearing, and this example for trying to hand me a crown of fluid that becomes alternately gold and silver then back to water.

 

 

Visualizing the air from round a speeding train, spreading blowing around trees through and around signpost and through the street, visualizing the air as though it is the characteristics of a wake of water, through tunnel like three-dimensionally dispersing through the air well if acting all substances it touches in a way that they take on the traits of water as long as they are being affected by the force of this wave.

 

 

Everything is ice colored crystal, Sapphire and the lightest parts of amethyst growing like crossed over all surfaces.

Wet Stone Surfaces reflecting metal, blur's of all surfaces around them becoming malleable matter, themselves becoming small geysers, or tunnels of bursting through the air

 

 

People living in front of chaos, micro macro align as the verges between as Bridges form from one perceptible reality to another.

Seen often in the glimmer of a gemstone, why do think they are so adored, they each glimmer of the million that pass through a day, each a way to and from another place.

 

 

Dancing along the ground sweeping around the floor, as though the floor is light snow. This is applicable to any surface even the swiping snow like material out of the air, or diamond dust or snow dust or gold dusters glass dust. Or clouds.

 

 

Sunflower bud bound  by their leaves stretching exactly outward, on stepping down, evens up, see separate, exploding out falling the exact symmetry don't slow motion, so you may see deeper inside for yourself. A mirror for you to see, that it is you and me simultaneously seeing the same scene.

 

 

Watching visualize sound waves the flow vibrate molecules in slow motion, Staring down East Avenue from Madison Square Garden seeing all the way to 59th Street, all the sound waves interacting from everyone walking, talking trucks moving people fidgeting, The Cliffs at the light changing the sound of the light bulbs subtly humming, Converging into a multitude of confluence creating immensely complicated three-dimensional wave interference patterns. Light bending. Three-dimensionally light bending, and blending.

 

 

 

Drinking in the daydreaming seeming lasting forever, drinking in the stimulus the testament, my favorite perceptions.

 

 

Seeing suspenders people, Invisible glistening of photons excitedly swimming in otherwise silence, H2 Hummer reflective light running along the highway.

 

 

Smoke from a chimney into clumps of people that then start falling through the air as they gain more mass hitting the ground of vapor streaks with smoke dispersing and circulator craters that then solidify to look like  geodesic fountains.

 

 

Micro colonies of microcosmic microcosm civilizations thriving in a massive rainforest. As though seeing civilizations through a microscope, preaching all bacteria feeling the home rainforest. Scenes of seeing MicroSocieties.  The dust of the Windows Mail says that ice crystals particles swimming into themselves aggravating with the Dust to become miniature rocks lines.

 

 

 Photon Reservoir

 absorption Forest

 Celestial start as coach everything, missed Evian sky like snow flying from the hood of a car. The mist of gemstones ground dust becomes the air you breathe.

Still Prometheus once pondered, every life well-lived is Promethean by perception.

Swim, fly, vibrate, I and eyes, ionize dance,

 

 

Levitating layers of light as a levitating Sheets of Rain up from the asphalt, then for me these into other shapes or greater stratifications.

 

 

Flashlight over at Dusty ground as a shadow to see how the Sun light would illuminate and be blocked by the planets. A flashlight on the ground in a dark room, on the ground to see how the Sun sees its progeny of pleasant planetesimals.

 

 

A sea of melting leaves blowing in the wind, the ocean has wisps swallows of ocean waves whip into the air as the leaves stripped from the ground by a strong Breeze. Originating in air and off of other trees.

 

What did the Rayleigh wave say to the love wave? get in Phase.

 

 

The rally wave racing to the tiled floor and another fluidly leaving the tiles where they stood, raised swells of squares until there are multiple tiers each with multiple levels leaving empty parts that drop down from this level down to another continually cascading until constructing exact replicas of the multiple tiers above them.

 

 

The Moon is a glowing lens and also a pupil.

 

 

The ice on the highway splitting into three by slightly Blue by light wisps.

 

 

Flowing into waves and particles as flashes of light washing over their car.

 

 

Light strip Sandy fluid in Sandy fluid into the street lasting eternally behind the eye once seen, and tasting like honey, with a Stripper like angel of light and heat swinging around it.

 

 

The light shining from behind me while walking reflects off the surface of snow, cars, and the signs of houses evaporating and inhaled bit by bit by me as I breathe ever less deeply.

 

 

Horses of the smoke pouring from the tailpipe of the car ahead of me on the highway, there Galloping Goblin quickly welding around my car and also up the walls and leaping over cars.

 

 

Rebuilding from its foundation also up the passage fragments rotate around it its former sensor when separated, like asteroids around the Sun or almost magnetically, gravitationally held in place to coalescing to several spiraling Spires.

 

 

Waves from where I stand erupt from the Earth on either side of me, rising to great heights. Some splash off Surfaces, ex. against trees water splashes up, Curling back in itself in a long twisting wave, alternately splashing upward in two branches each time splitting and splashing into the splashes creating a pattern of vertical wave interference. This pattern of Vertical wave interference creates a shape used as a template project images on or to see images from, love seeing shapes and bundles of branches or on the sides of clouds.

 

 

Walk past a chain link fence seeing the scenes of my life playing out, in each of the diamond like opening, progressing the further I walk. Tree branch each level holding an image I'm a walkthrough, I walk up the tree trunk through these scenes of my birth and death, or each level higher progressing through different days, minutes, hours, of my life. This resembles Anomalous clock of Altonevers chapter 1.

 

 

The rain rises from the ground with the visible volume of light shining through  Bunches of leaves and branches. so that I am walking through a thin fluid left out of my skin seeming as though silk fluid atmosphere. the surfaces of objects and ceiling texture or  reflect this sentiment

 

 

The stoplight in front of the gas station expands 10 times its size swinging around as a pulsar exerting its light on to its surroundings and atomizing cars driving by on the highways all seemingly levitating the entire scene to a celestial plane.

 

 

At the gates the suspender people lift the veil of reality for me to see…

 

 

Caraway seeds, dandelion seeds floating explode a small test charge is sweeping bursting anticipating through the air felt this cold or extremely hot crackling Thunder II that sweeps over your skin.

 

A variation of this is seeing the dreams or imagined scenes projected from the dandelion seed as it floats away, spinning and dancing through the air.

 

 

The branches swirl wrapping around the Moon, through the tree the moon becomes time toward me as a silver white fluid flowing over the branches seeming like illumination, but not, until dripping onto my forehead, between my wide open wondering eyes, and spilling down the leaves into my hands and arms.

 

 

Proteus progeny throwing cruise ships for sport 8000 feet into the air just to see the subsequent splash.

 

 

Suspended person thrown to the ground, splash and sublimate Rising only feed into the air before completely dissipating.

 

 

Seeing the particles of everything vibrate, swim, fly, do all three simultaneously, seeing all substances all three simultaneously.

 

 

Black railing with center orange light glow becomes a back and forth lovewave, Serpentine slithering as a snake, then up and down into the air and back down to the ground bending and twisting like a hook as it touches the ground, the ground spins like a record playing and scratching until the fence fully becomes the needle and the ground before it becomes the record and harmonious sounds spring about shapes and  spectral creatures gaining mass as they move further from their source.

 

 

Reality rub, all things stick, rub off light dye or powder on air itself, all surfaces interacting this way all the movement is felt in this way all things are constantly brushing against each other taking texture and color and Hue off of each other. Watch this process from the start Point see how everything ends up through normal interaction.

 

 

Slip mirrors trees glass rainfall, with a strap forming bare branches of mirror flowers growing spreading from a source and becoming volumes of atmospheric mirrors, one may walk through or see from afar.

 

 

The seamstress of 3 phases of matter thread everywhere, anything, visible lighting, as strings.

Vibration of every atom in a molecule, every leaf blowing past the thread shapes Stone when still, then see in this way a forest at sunrise, strings have been strung since time was begun reflecting the incremental change over time that is the start of the essential plane, in mimicry of time.

 

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Magnetic lava or any matter behaving as though magnetic with the qualities viscosity of various Magnets, magnetically drawn to my hands also making Landscapes at will, or thrown in the air and reacting to a burst of resonance flowing through it. Juxtaposition of physical effects, or the weather, classical physics, quantum physics, perception.

 

 

As the cars pass on the highway there is an invisible wall which when they pass through the sunlight reflecting off the car splashes into becoming a flat asymmetrical splash of an almost Crystalline illuminating liquid. The car that passes through regains its luminous Sheen in the same way that skin regrows, though in seconds.

 

 

As I looked on the Street the asphalt grows into a wave, at first it is only centimeters in height, but 100 feet later it is inches, and 100 feet after that it is a foot from crest to trough. The cars, sidewalk, trees, telephone poles all sway as the wave passes. Hundred feet more it’s a few feet from trough to crest. Rolling semi semi-opaque obsidian waves born from asphalt rolling in reverberating through all matter. After several minutes of this the ambient becomes blurred with the black so that a semi gray haze begins to ride the waves as they pass, like steam would ride the morning tides.

 

 

Slip stripping the sunlight often office skyscraper into a flat vertically standing luminous sheet of light that seems to behave like a fluid and glass simultaneously. Standing the entire height of the skyscraper though in the middle of the road. It behaves like a sheet and when I wave my arm with two fingers holding it reverberates from the bottom to the top throwing light bouncing all over the other skyscrapers.

 

 

When walking in front of Edgewater during the morning hours the sunlight throws the shadow of the gate to dissect the sidewalk into rectangles of light framed by shade. Walking through these rectangles of light on the ground they rise up to become semi opaque volumes of encapsulated realities that bend and blur and splash as a walk-through them. Creating a path of halls left behind as a wake while before me amassing and converging to a blur of multiple of these realities becoming one. A sort of singularity of future events. This could be that each rectangle is its own memory and as I’m walking and walking through different memories so it means some way mimics stream of consciousness or the thought process.

 

 

what would happen of how to take one of the rectangles of the previous slip, and throw it out onto the street, with a steam then freeze well rising and become some semi shattered semi cooling sculpture resembling a splash of clouds though made of glass in the middle of the street, or stream of others.

 

@ FROM THIS ON IS DONE IN DRAGON DICTATE,

FROM THE PHONE PAGES WRITTEN OUT, PRE ANNA, PRE 2015

 

#slips of phone

 

Car sucking light into their headlights, the red taillights expel a wake of small, candy apple colored drops that form into tiny inch size humans. They spread into little wakes of waves when splashing into the ground, spreading across the ground spherically outwards.

 

Miniature people and inch-high have their own city in a city, fractionally, with our people eating people, the location is on every surface you can see when seen at the corner of one’s I.

 

Explosions pursing outward, blowing various cities Tabriz cars, people, into the air, freezing in place-seeing micro civilizations then form out of the dust and debris, that themselves disintegrate and are put back together in a cycle of fluctuation.

 

This is also true of heads and bodies, that burst, stop more going to slow motion, we can zoom in and see citadels, staircases, buildings, structures, infrastructure, bridges, tunnels, forming, and also dissipating when focus is lost.

 

The normal-a skeleton, skin and fingers face is its own puppetmaster, coming out of the spine, and popping the flesh and skin through strings coming from the end of its fingers.

 

Shadow cast by trees and leave swaying across the concrete, ground, as seagrass does to the ocean current.

 

Strips of ancient bark, tree trunks, juxtaposed to the great transparent of modern architecture (use of lightning) older than any brick, man living, the city itself seems self manifested.

 

People snoozing, example, entrée and bubble burst awaken the sleeping against bursting out of themselves when awakened. E ex temp glide from their sleeping state to their waking state with their dream state of sleeping coming slowly into the mundane state their waking into.

 

An alternative version is everybody on the train is sleeping when someone walks into the train. As you look you see their head start floating towards the walls of the train and then out of the train pulling the reality of the train away from the center as it disintegrates.

 

People standing with the universe between them, their head becomes a small black hole, with each hand becoming like smaller black calls with the reality around them were pulling around the black calls. They are doing a kind of dance of three black holes, with galaxies forming around them on each side moving in an interlocked pattern.

 

The bliss of their own dreams, imbibing, drinking in their own delusions.

 

The motion over sound on liquid ground, at first moving the ground the way wind would before sweeping into a spherical shape that pulls the water up around it and drops it as it spins.

 

Second version of that is wave pattern interference caused by wind, but begin also visualizing the wind as well the water that is affected by a, this would be to wind patterns coming together.

 

Bleary, peripheral, fluorescent

 

All the money in the world can’t buy you a home

 

When the glass burst outward as though filled by water, internal we pressured, the reflection stays in place, the glass and water ran through the standing, transparent picture that was on the outside of the sphere as though my projection.

 

The willow whispers sky shooting blue hues to who but you?

 

Moving Baroque architecture people, fight with neoclassical style people, who vaporize as they fight each other.

 

Honey, tunnels through people. A hole opens up to a person via disintegrating, turning to ash, burning open, splitting open, being cut open on, etc. which opens a hole to another place.

 

Slip confetti, atomizing and forming clouds, miniature societies, microcosm civilizations, first see the initial one, in glimpses as though seeing sunlight peeked through the clouds, then seeing them everywhere, almost as though the spirit or essence of a thing.

 

Part of the landscape, plains, scenes of the mind, floating down as the parachutes connected to people falling slowly through the sky.

 

Explosions in our explosions but only the physical reactions of explosions, no bombs, no fire, only the physics of it.

Slips are pictures in motion imagines by me, imaginatively trust yourself, relax, and switch into the mental state applicable.

 

Cutting chunks of the sky, avoid blocking the rain, empty of rain and/or space. Cuban the rain.

 

Seeing sound reverberate, EX footsteps, mouth, any sound, a ball rolling, starts to move outward from the source as visible, and itself becoming a material for further slips.

 

The shapes and shadows forming into single pictures, as first abstract patterns that come in to hold you, from fractal/micro into macrocosmic shapes and sort of sculptures. Example of a bunch of people climbing each other and dancing in a circle around the fountain all reaching for the water at the center of the fountain.

 

Creating flora, nature trees, patterns out of the existing surfaces, grounds, roads, walls, roofs, ceilings etc.

 

Sailing through the surfaces of things.

 

Chariot burning through the metal doors of the train as the train is in motion from the direction that the train is going, as a chariot passes everything around it heats up blurs to the waves of heat, and disintegrates everything that it passes, including the viewer.

 

The white holes, may leave trails like cigarette cherries in the dark as their wake, standing for hours before dissipating.

Conical spirals emanating from the four head, seeing the colors of one soul swirling before the four head, the hurt, dreams and nightmares of the individual depending on their disposition.

 

The mind as a film projector.

 

Asphalt ground, summoning point, whirlpools, mimicking forces of nature, putting into clouds, the ideas that once it is in a liquid form it is in a protean form, and is therefore mercurial.

 

Heartbeats, loudly, resounding, with each reverberation forming a lot of subsequent oscillations, that grow into waves, these then begin to form and alter the reality around the possessor of the heart.

 

If not used in Japan, used also here, slugs, both slug trails on everything, where the slug trails birth little micro fungal communities, or whatever effect may be attributed to the slug trails. Big also be like city cleaners or whatever I don’t know.

 

Seeing the wind peeling, stripping the anxiety of her skin, as though sweating.

 

Splash, splash, passing the metal, aluminum paint is streetlights, the ground becomes fluid, mellifluous, and like a butterfly effect step reverberates out word with the wave in the trough becoming greater.

 

Rain like epoxy, dripping, spreading across the windshield, glaze in the streets, the city is the snow, but tripping down, making the city of glistening, refractive kaleidoscope of reflection.

 

Taillight expands, flowing out word to form a woman, playing the harp, elegantly. The strumming of the harp, Ben’s the reality around the harp layer.

 

The harp man in the yard, all the trees grow in a way, that they have shoulders, heads, at the harp looking to the ground, and around the corners. (This later actually became an aspect of the end harp nymph of versalis.

 

Things exploding outward, coding everything in the color, as among powder, liquid, paint, that fade over distance. But once in that position may linger in the same place for a long time, become bridges to other realities, what is become a protean volume.

 

Everything sliding away from me, example streets, foods, odors, colors, people, continually, frankly, falling away fading in color, while leaving their souls, essences in the same place. Essentially phantoms or phantasmic forms of themselves remain as the “physical reality, phenomena” fade away.

 

The circumference of the light having a gravitational pull, shelves around the circumference of dust, etc. A shell or circumference of dust, happens a lot, light shines through the dust, together creating a globe, where the dust is the shell of the globe, though the light shines through it. This is also akin to the concentric circle mental exercise, meditation.

 

The stars of the sky at night remain same size, but falling down to the earth, and exerting gravitational pressure on the reality around them. Blurs, melts, also flames without gravity, radiation of color radiation shape, without the star actually being present. Or the stars present in these are just imagine defects.

 

Nebulas are now clouds, of both great celestial/cosmic scale, and shrunk down to microcosms being akin to small clouds that flow through the air around people, flow through the streets, and have a residence of light having around the surrounding matter.

 

Resonance affecting.

 

Gravity well templates, as Wells, as spheres, and any other applicable shape.

 

Colors, white stars, external, small to massive.

 

Expanding a water droplet to the size car, house, a building, structure, and subsequent effect of consuming the matter around it absorbing the matter around it, reflecting the matter around it, taking on the colors and the matter of the matter around it.

 

When people explode they also form geometric shapes, intricate, akin to a flower blooming. Sacred as of the mind?

 

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@ 4-18-2024