Started vaping a few months back but that just
means freestyling chaos southern gothic futuristic styles out loud while
driving back and forth from the old home place in rural Fluvanny County, USA,
while bumping vaporwave tracks. You see, a guy gave me a 2002 Honda Civic,
which is an amazing gift, but even more so because it has a sunroof which of
course has to be open at all times it’s not pouring rain, and then when you
have that open mind metaphor as your vehicle for transport, and then you
trigger this with retrofitted vaporwave tracks which scratch not only at
memories from your early degeneracy but also at your current mind which is not
nearly as self-destructive, then true ionic treatises start to pour forth from
your unconscious flow zones, which you can never truly control because it is
more of a tapping into that universally magnetic flow of things than you
controlling anything. All of this is why I think intellectual property is
bullshit because it’s just capitalist bullshit applied to the pure beauty of
creation. Anyways I don’t live out there in Fluvanny no more, living in the
small ol’ city, and don’t vape as much because ride the bus instead of driving,
and there’s no sunroof on the bus, and also I refuse to wear headphones at this
point because I’m trying to stay attuned to the world around me, not separated,
but hopefully I’ll find space to vape again, soon.
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