Slips / 6

@ 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