Back on_line, after 5-10 years of time w/ temporary_status: offline. In construction of mind understanding of rhymes how to sing poP hippie-hop when the blues are playing unintended autoplaying notes down low lay low and fade in , raging on mr.radio games of playing in sinn sane same oll’ saying Turn it off it’s heard the tabs every chords, every low notes in down fall-falling along while calling on mr.radio for another sound song to income don’t want to play the blues no more. loudly saying silently praying in a craving change of tune mind state consume tune into a playful thought in a big open room there’s a man on the floor on a chair all alone and he’s playing he’s playing trombone and I hear it I hear every notes the highest the lowest I’m feeling his blow from his chair all the way through my skin and my bones in waves of vibration the sound reaches in to the deepest unknown ocean within and I’m feeling my sinns on a line long but thin and I know on the spot that is where to begin clean the ocean from bins plastic bags and trash from the wind as the man keeps on playing trombone still on slaying every through that I made choice of ego unpaid must forget what I know what i’m told holding on cause I’m more then I know yet I’m all that I’ve stored in mind wide open to the playful Jazzy sound in sinn in depth of remembering to forget to let go of all books without chords stocked and borrowed unread in line lined up on the shelf of books I own grown outgrown 500 meters of all that i’m told in folded memory how to be act behave when the wind changes space let go unfold of all that you know as the lessons are wrong in the books outgrown to throw disconnect collect taking space for income in pages in words without lessons and terms source of knowing believe in growing improve empowering in feed of soul source force to income become be strong be bold be sailing alone on your own cause you are the only one of all in knowing your own beat beating and how to feed it so toss and turn the books unlearned written in someone else’s terms and get it straight written terms are made to learn unburn time unserved gratefully firm, but time don’t wait nor hold the line or stop whatever for us to tag along it’s in motion in constant speed above any mans understanding as we all operate in different stages waves frequency understanding of value and what to look for and thereby the way to learn grow improve and plant are fully and only your responsibility, as common sense as it can get, unwritten rules to empower the groove, as time teaches by spitting lessons at anytime off all time for us to find and learn depending on will as the will is the ruler of all you are and have and will become. You are what you want, precisely and accurate, and if you disagree in that statement then your mind is playing tricks on you. Of course your will has to be backed up by your believe system and action and trust and commitment and the list goes on, but that’s a story for another time. Now I feel movement is highly needed, to get dressed and to take a walk in the park into mother holy nature ending the post without a subtitle or spesific _theme on screen as I’ve been stating thoughts without any form or type of sense or road to land or go, accurate as realizing in that sentence that it’s actually my way. No directions or thoughts ahead which is possibly why this book of senseless rambling is now out on the web – mission 2 steps ahead. And also a reminder of your own independence and responsibility in learning and acting and do-ing because time cannot be fooled outruled.
from Blues_blue moon in elvis’s white tracksuit to el.funk reggae groove made to tune mood with only one óne tool a plank of pedals to loop re-reversed smooth it’s love due to love the swap of sound of channel from blues to el.funk with a reggae beat beating over the strings the oll’ tune tuned-out as the frequency speeding in the backtrack of mind higher lighter brighter because I’ve learned it by time_offline which songs to re-play and find sing without rhymes re-edit re-wind value of time mind mine and yours delete and re-bind. How to tell put these words on the paper without fifty-two metaphores overrule the point of view. so I learned how to play the tunes which led me to come back in tune on web on_line in a platform that’s mine and yours too if you’re here in your truth in your open mindful white page to re un-do. cause I’m here to inform that we’re stronger then told that we’re holding the pen above a bright white canvas as our space of time left to spend colors or rhymes trophy or wine – it’s up to you, on your command, without limits or fences let your mind freely paint it. To change the tune you must accept one rule_ approve approve your self by improving your shelf by un-doing the screwing that let you to doing. As black as the pen and white as the paper you know the rule your rule only stating your truth list of steps how to do it where to go Go get step right through it by step step into it by planning your future on a line time- conclude it with a date on line for the ball to roll into the goal line on time timeline is the key to enter the field a powerful force that will keep your system re-told and your action mindful in the hunt of the ball.
With enough burning comes learning when you
Thank you.
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