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Slips are real world, real time visual stream of consciousness, imaginative surrealism, of things that I like to imagine while walking around, daydreaming, zoning out, I record them and sometimes make things out of them, like scenes and parts of stories, as well as the second iteration of a world specific to them, meant to be an immersive world that I’m composing with them. I think slips would be especially suitable for virtual and augmented reality.

I have a lot more of them, and I’ve been collecting them for around twenty years. It’s a mental state that I have to get into, and the feeling, part of it is similar to when something catches the eye, or mind and think it would be a good picture to take, but in motion, like seeing the mind outside of it’s self.

It’s fun to imagine.

I should, I think contextualize this a bit, I always liked to imagine things, I have bad vision, my contact prescription is 4.00, and 4.25 with astigmatism in both eyes, so the world is blurry, edges blur together, everything seems to be breathing, with grains like sands moving in each thing. And things often come together in a similar way as seeing faces in clouds. I didn’t start wearing corrective vision outside until 2024, because I like being in that mindset, which is fluid, like a dream state.

Think of this, have you ever seen an armored car, and thought or played out a scene in your head of how you or someone would rob the armored car? I asked some people, this is a common thought. Anyway, I do that, and other scenes, but really I always enjoy surrealism, and physics, the thought and simulations of them, that coupled with with trying to reach as sense of awe is mostly what these are, though i don’t think consciously when these are happening, it’s more experiencing them.

Another part of this is that I took lsd, but I wanted to see more visuals, but they didn’t come as intensely as I wanted, then I had the thought, that I could just think them, imagine them myself, and so, I began doing just that, and have been doing it ever since.

This type of thinking is something that I have been doing since then, for about twenty years, so when

SLIPS COMPILES PILE ~ these are rough, not polished just recorded and typed up, just a long list of some of them from years ago. There will be more, in variation and type uploaded at a later time. And an interactive world associated with them, I’m just putting these here to give an example of what they are.

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.