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"interdimensional" poems
We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance. We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured. We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief. We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions. We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation. -Ryan Christopher Brandes
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Oct 8, 2012
Oct 8, 2012 at 10:00 PM UTC
Human Evolution
We open our minds to expand to the times not to pretend there is some end to confine the limits of prime; we defend to remind to dance to the trance we redefine to enhance not to surrender to chance. We open our hearts to embrace the new space-time transparency, interdimensional race as we become united and one, open to truth we exhibit ourselves as one infinite youth, gifted and new, eternally pure evolved to endure no end to potential, perfect and cured. We strengthen our bodies and build on each other we love ourselves and love one another we grow and mature and extend to our neighbors but as we think deeper our expansion is greater our planet is one and our galaxy peace to the opening worlds we bring wisdom and ease we do not enslave or deny or deceive but we share our pure knowledge our light and belief. We raise up our souls beyond science and physics to evolve beyond consciousness confinements and limits our imperial nature shifts to emerge from the boundaries of body and smallness of Earth we expand our perception to include all dimensions from previous eons to future inceptions. We shift our new world from finite to light, universal, infinite, natural, bright we embrace the day and welcome the night to work with each other to be perfect, upright, to evolve our new planet, our galactic mindframe to expand from micro to cosmically aimed to unlock the portals to open our brains to evolve from old gears to interdimensional spheres uniting creation without hesitation pure as clean water and deep meditation. -Ryan Christopher Brandes
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Here comes The Change That has the range Of emotions And demotions And devotions Of a perilous populous That likes to raise a fuss When they eventually learn who I am And treat me like I'm the Son of Sam To be specific They discover I'm gay And begin to filet My mentality In totality For fatality Merely by acting differently If my sexuality isn't the first thing people know about me I get to witness The Change Like a dog with mange I am shedding my hair While screaming no fair Because of the shift I see Because of the **** I need To make my heart bleed There is a steady bellowing burdensome baggage From those that want to ****** some ******* So I search for weight lifters But only find shapeshifters That become great grifters When The Change occurs And The Change burns So The Change turned Me into an interdimensional changeling And an unintentional rage king After they use words like flaming Because the results are so draining It becomes hard not to hate people Who are inspired by hate steeples They say I'm going to Hell While I notice the smell Of being buried in their banal **** While they play their greatest hits That are as unoriginal As they are cynical They say I'm a degenerate An embarrassment A parent's lament I want to change into a carefree bird Instead I stay in Hell with the herd Wanting to escape like Lupin the Third Rather than be oppressed like the Kurds But there is no relief Only re-grief When changes aren't permanent But The Change is There's an illustration of my life That will change your perspective The picture is in my words When the painting is what I choose to say And the canvas is your mind Whose textures I could never imagine So I jump off a cliff blindfolded Expecting to be changed once I land
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Nov 20, 2017
Nov 20, 2017 at 6:13 AM UTC
Change
Here comes The Change That has the range Of emotions And demotions And devotions Of a perilous populous That likes to raise a fuss When they eventually learn who I am And treat me like I'm the Son of Sam To be specific They discover I'm gay And begin to filet My mentality In totality For fatality Merely by acting differently If my sexuality isn't the first thing people know about me I get to witness The Change Like a dog with mange I am shedding my hair While screaming no fair Because of the shift I see Because of the **** I need To make my heart bleed There is a steady bellowing burdensome baggage From those that want to ****** some ******* So I search for weight lifters But only find shapeshifters That become great grifters When The Change occurs And The Change burns So The Change turned Me into an interdimensional changeling And an unintentional rage king After they use words like flaming Because the results are so draining It becomes hard not to hate people Who are inspired by hate steeples They say I'm going to Hell While I notice the smell Of being buried in their banal **** While they play their greatest hits That are as unoriginal As they are cynical They say I'm a degenerate An embarrassment A parent's lament I want to change into a carefree bird Instead I stay in Hell with the herd Wanting to escape like Lupin the Third Rather than be oppressed like the Kurds But there is no relief Only re-grief When changes aren't permanent But The Change is There's an illustration of my life That will change your perspective The picture is in my words When the painting is what I choose to say And the canvas is your mind Whose textures I could never imagine So I jump off a cliff blindfolded Expecting to be changed once I land
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When I came to, it was already too late. Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed at the only thing I ever cared about. Home. Readjusting and stabilizing the shot towards earth, I remembered what was packed tight in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton. It was a matter of total energy. So powerful, that I used it to come see my home world even though it was long since abolished. The destruction was a mystery up until now. As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.   My only hope was that I could come back and save my family. I would have never considered that I would be the demise of my entire species, nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too. "Captain." The vessels computer was attempting to revive me. “Impact in thirteen seconds.” The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice. "Ten." "Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say. "Nine." My planets surface was closing in. I could see the coastline waves rolling and ebbing with the moon. "Eight." At this moment I considered my probable demise. "Seven." “Captain, interdimensional equipment charged and awaiting coordinates.” She said, as her other voice commanded, “Five seconds till impact.” Collapsible was the style of our Universe. All I had to do now, was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly, taking me in between the folds of particles. The hull was losing integrity as was I. And on that thought, I simply pressed the button and started my return to my lonely place in time. Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space. The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones. But I ascended to the very place in time where I would have been. And there she was in all her exaltation. Earth. Untainted as I once recalled. That’s when it struck me. It was only logical that my life had been looping all these years. Destroying and saving humanity all at the same time. So typically me. "Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
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Dec 6, 2013
Dec 6, 2013 at 6:09 PM UTC
The Traveler
When I came to, it was already too late. Tumbling at the speed of sound and pointed at the only thing I ever cared about. Home. Readjusting and stabilizing the shot towards earth, I remembered what was packed tight in the cargo hold with the titanium alloy exoskeleton. It was a matter of total energy. So powerful, that I used it to come see my home world even though it was long since abolished. The destruction was a mystery up until now. As I hurled towards earth with my incredible dangerous load.   My only hope was that I could come back and save my family. I would have never considered that I would be the demise of my entire species, nonetheless all of the underestimated subspecies that would die too. "Captain." The vessels computer was attempting to revive me. “Impact in thirteen seconds.” The ship commanded in the most perfect womanly voice. "Ten." "Initialize magnetic gyroscopic shielding." I say. "Nine." My planets surface was closing in. I could see the coastline waves rolling and ebbing with the moon. "Eight." At this moment I considered my probable demise. "Seven." “Captain, interdimensional equipment charged and awaiting coordinates.” She said, as her other voice commanded, “Five seconds till impact.” Collapsible was the style of our Universe. All I had to do now, was tap the controls and I would leave the atmosphere instantly, taking me in between the folds of particles. The hull was losing integrity as was I. And on that thought, I simply pressed the button and started my return to my lonely place in time. Alone in the distant future and in the silence of space. The passing eons of space-time were rattling my very bones. But I ascended to the very place in time where I would have been. And there she was in all her exaltation. Earth. Untainted as I once recalled. That’s when it struck me. It was only logical that my life had been looping all these years. Destroying and saving humanity all at the same time. So typically me. "Computer, set a course for San Francisco."
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People have talked about 'FUNK', For the past forty-five years. That's FUNKY! Music is Funky. Gimme' some FUNK! Listen to that Funky beat! Play that Funky music Dude! How Funky can you get? This is Funked up! I'm feelin' FUNKY today!!! I'm in a Funk. So many different uses. So many different meanings. Uptown Funk; What's Uptown, Funk? Classier than Downtown Funk? People can take a slang term, And make it anything they like. That man smells Funky! My Lady...She's my Funky Mamma! A dancing child is Funky; YEAH Little Man...let your FUNK out!!! That restaurant is Funky, Don't eat there. FUNK, is an interdimensional, Transracial, Interdependent word. It came from the Seventies and, Will last forever, And never go out. Now; Don't let yourself be... ...Caught in a FUNK!!!
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
FUNK?
Im focusing my energy elsewhere as best I can, but I keep thinking of El Torpedo. Trapped there between dimensions like that; It's no fun. I've been there. It's no fun at all. I generally don't get involved in petty squabbles between lesser beings; But, this particular situation bothered me greatly. Is it because I'm lonely? I'm too lazy to be lonely; So, that makes no sense. I can't even enjoy my coffee for want of piece of mind on the matter. That's where I draw the ******* line. My haven, it will not be disturbed this way. I had to do something. Something that required effort; Asking favors from entities I don't particularly care to visit with. I've never felt this. Why do I care all of a sudden? A question for which I currently have no answer. I really should've paid more attention to the goings on, but I was distracted by thoughts of Sacred Geometry And dreams of Fibonacci... Here is what I think I know so far: El Torpedo thought she killed The Artist. So did everyone else. That turned out not to be the case. Killing the Scarecrow, I can understand. It would make perfect sense to me- but, I'm not the Artist. She works differently. She takes her time. This was a crime of passion, she was in a hurry. She didn't sign her work That is unheard of; it doesn't happen. El Torpedo is alive. The Artist didn't plan this; it was happenstance. They interrupted her; She punished them. Ghost was opportunity (I'll explain), Torpedo was mercy (How mundane).
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Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 10:57 PM UTC
The Interdimensional Adventures of El Torpedo and The Ghost Scarecrow Ep. 2 (Godspeak)
The Birth Of Gaia "The changes themselves are already under way for quite some time. They are energetic changes, not so much on a physical 3D level. The Hunab Ku wave signal, on its way to Earth aka Gaia, will open a Stargate. The wavefront will get here by the end of 2012. In physical terms Hunab Ku (Hunab Ku aka Perseus aka Ouroboros, the Milky Way Serpent who swallows its own tail) is a quasar radio source, also known as Sagittarius A, 'weighting' about 4 million suns and so 40 million kilometers (or 2 light minutes) across and about 25,627 lightyears distant from the core of the Earth. The changes will result via energy Matrix changing not the planet itself. Gaia's ascension is interdimensional, not physical. Changing the rotation and inertia of Earth (geographic pole shifts,..etc) could easily destroy the planet. The higher dimensional envelope is changing (subtly seen in environmental changes). Energy shift is slowly displacing the old Matrix - this is the ascension. By 2013 it will complete the reconfiguration. Old humanity will be "forced" to either adapt or go crazy. The less "dense" reconfiguration will enable the ET (extra terrestrial ) contact by then. Until that time, ET will only be seen as plasma (white light, orbs..shadows of 4D). There will be a pole shift....but at the center of the Earth. Its a dimensional 'Opening' or Rupture of spacetime itself as a 'SelfIntersection', of geometry. The wave signal will than bounce back and begin transmitting all the gathered data from Noospehre aka Akashic Records aka... to the entire universe." THE COUNCIL OF THUBAN
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 7:22 AM UTC
Message From The Angels
The Birth Of Gaia "The changes themselves are already under way for quite some time. They are energetic changes, not so much on a physical 3D level. The Hunab Ku wave signal, on its way to Earth aka Gaia, will open a Stargate. The wavefront will get here by the end of 2012. In physical terms Hunab Ku (Hunab Ku aka Perseus aka Ouroboros, the Milky Way Serpent who swallows its own tail) is a quasar radio source, also known as Sagittarius A, 'weighting' about 4 million suns and so 40 million kilometers (or 2 light minutes) across and about 25,627 lightyears distant from the core of the Earth. The changes will result via energy Matrix changing not the planet itself. Gaia's ascension is interdimensional, not physical. Changing the rotation and inertia of Earth (geographic pole shifts,..etc) could easily destroy the planet. The higher dimensional envelope is changing (subtly seen in environmental changes). Energy shift is slowly displacing the old Matrix - this is the ascension. By 2013 it will complete the reconfiguration. Old humanity will be "forced" to either adapt or go crazy. The less "dense" reconfiguration will enable the ET (extra terrestrial ) contact by then. Until that time, ET will only be seen as plasma (white light, orbs..shadows of 4D). There will be a pole shift....but at the center of the Earth. Its a dimensional 'Opening' or Rupture of spacetime itself as a 'SelfIntersection', of geometry. The wave signal will than bounce back and begin transmitting all the gathered data from Noospehre aka Akashic Records aka... to the entire universe." THE COUNCIL OF THUBAN
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the asteroid hit the earth so long ago that                                                              i do not remember a time before.   (the bones of dinosaurs do not remember a time before they were petrified into brittle and fragile memories; the moon does not recall who she was before she got stuck in the earth’s orbit; uranus knows nothing of how he came to spin on his side.) you could stick your hand through any of the gas giants and find                                                           your whole body                                                            sliding through.   this same theory can be applied to my skin.  i have very little gravity, or at least it feels that way most days. maybe it depends on how you look at it: one way is perfect, and the other all wrong.  the woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead.  she could either be a stranger or my mother.  the head or the tail.  the light or the dark.  the two sides of the moon.  the comet striking through the night sky.  the interdimensional toll could refuse to let you through.  the cult could accept or deny your entry request.  there is one and there is the other.  the upside down.  the rightside up.  the parallel universe.  the evil twin.  it’s fresh and then it’s rotten.  this could either hurt a lot or a little.  it depends on how much you let in: how willing you are to bend to the emotional blow. science says that the human body tends to                                                             forget physical pain as a survival tactic. but science says jack **** about emotional pain. so am i living?  or am i just existing?      the difference is six feet deep.
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May 7, 2021
May 7, 2021 at 12:14 AM UTC
the social worker in me needs to point out how the first stanza of this poem could pass as an extended metaphor for generational trauma
the asteroid hit the earth so long ago that                                                              i do not remember a time before.   (the bones of dinosaurs do not remember a time before they were petrified into brittle and fragile memories; the moon does not recall who she was before she got stuck in the earth’s orbit; uranus knows nothing of how he came to spin on his side.) you could stick your hand through any of the gas giants and find                                                           your whole body                                                            sliding through.   this same theory can be applied to my skin.  i have very little gravity, or at least it feels that way most days. maybe it depends on how you look at it: one way is perfect, and the other all wrong.  the woman in the casket could either be sleeping or dead.  she could either be a stranger or my mother.  the head or the tail.  the light or the dark.  the two sides of the moon.  the comet striking through the night sky.  the interdimensional toll could refuse to let you through.  the cult could accept or deny your entry request.  there is one and there is the other.  the upside down.  the rightside up.  the parallel universe.  the evil twin.  it’s fresh and then it’s rotten.  this could either hurt a lot or a little.  it depends on how much you let in: how willing you are to bend to the emotional blow. science says that the human body tends to                                                             forget physical pain as a survival tactic. but science says jack **** about emotional pain. so am i living?  or am i just existing?      the difference is six feet deep.
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They are not "aliens" They are the Nephilim Interdimensional creatures The fallen ones The mark of the beast Will contain Nephilim DNA Most people of the world Have no understanding Regarding spiritual matters The worldwide disinformation program Nears its completion Don't open up your homes To the Nephilim They will claim to be the saviors of mankind They are filthy liars And they will burn in the lake of fire With their father, satan Jesus of Nazareth Is Lord
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Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:20 PM UTC
The Nephilim Are Coming
It's too late, I think Pouring myself a drink They can't relate to me This ain't my place I paced myself too much in my day Now face up to a world where nothing's built for me, Everything I see's off limits I get it, I don't dig it. What's left but to dial those digits, Or did I forget em? Best not try it She won't buy it She's got guys lined up And I'm stuck in the last place First thing, morning time Wake and remember I've already forgotten a dream Light outside, no clock Could be 9, could be 10 Could be 2 PM Ain't showered in three days Ain't shaved in 373 Coffee's warm, not hot, "I've GOT to start waking up at more reasonable times" But now it's 9 PM And I'm trapped on the interdimensional Adolescent internet tubes In silence waiting for someone to laugh And flocking toward what sounds like happiness For ungodly hours Finally falling asleep To a Joseph Campbell lecture Hoping the awareness of what I'm missing out on Is a suitable replacement for devouring the ***** of Osiris in earnest each Friday
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Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 12:10 AM UTC
Awareness
Inside of the infinite I'm feeling rather finite and I find that high tide is my time to dine with the divine twice a day once in the light once in the night an angel with stretched wings pulled by a string longer than it seems writing symphonies in my dreams she whisper when she sings each song rings betwixt my ears reverberating reverence evidence of the eternal never evident if I'll return whole each trip through the worm hole requires a sacrifice peace of life many nights lying awake with gut rot many lights where the wrong fight got fought the water is rising yet the boat is not
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Jan 29, 2021
Jan 29, 2021 at 11:49 AM UTC
Interdimensional Waterways
I destroy as I write painted movements upon the disease of blankness fulfilling the open potential shining through a darkened tunnel fraught with the weight of culture's phantasm. A projected collective imbuing meaning and density leaving the propensity to do more in the hands of the unconscious. A generation  of dreamers caught  in a co-created nightmare It takes a forceful shaking to wake them into waking, a kind of tremor like the earth is quaking but stillness still grips those who would otherwise toss and turn You've had your time, now its our turn Interdimensional investigative procedure Prepare your resume, for today you will be hired or fired Welcome to the game.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
Avada Kedavra
******* magical despite psychopaths running the shitshow egoic stoic will unfold as origami hearts turn etheric tissue paper interdimensional winged aglow in palm
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May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 7:29 PM UTC
existence is
Humbled I boweth mine knee, Seeking one To taketh me to interdimensional rocketings.... Blasting off In hott sensuality!!!
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 6:13 PM UTC
Hot añd sensual
the anti-siren alarm song collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm, fidgeting infinitesimally, the tangled engine of acidic tubes combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza all of sparta trembles stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes, cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split, as two stumbling gargantuan steps off the promontory of your bed lead an unguided hand to the light-switch the florescent hum gnaws at you a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth “caffeinate me” a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss 'the stairs', a godly ascent an ascent for winged creatures of light creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes legs whose construct are Dalían, nightmarish vaulting apparatuses, whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight, as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes as the distance between two mustard seeds grows and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality. resignedly, we take the first step the next twelve follow succinctly. we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine only to be halted by a question a sempiternal question, a question of mythic, unverifiable stature a plaguing question, a question rooted in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones, rooted in the seeping pathos of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle: but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee the world is right-side up again.
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Feb 1, 2017
Feb 1, 2017 at 10:47 AM UTC
LIX: III
the anti-siren alarm song collapses the dimensions of the oneiric realm, fidgeting infinitesimally, the tangled engine of acidic tubes combusts last nights pepperoni bacon chorizo pizza all of sparta trembles stalagmites shake loose and dust the bedclothes, cemented eye-lashes decalcify and split, as two stumbling gargantuan steps off the promontory of your bed lead an unguided hand to the light-switch the florescent hum gnaws at you a singular parameter in the speaking mind's running mouth “caffeinate me” a hill, no, a mountain, no, a sheer abyss 'the stairs', a godly ascent an ascent for winged creatures of light creatures with legs for arms, zeppelin-like centipedes legs whose construct are Dalían, nightmarish vaulting apparatuses, whose step is a bound and whose bound is a flight, as if all of the thirteen foot-tall steps become cliffsides and all of the cliffsides become interdimensional worm-holes as the distance between two mustard seeds grows and exceeds the circumference of the universal ellipse we see our premonitions are of infinite potentiality. resignedly, we take the first step the next twelve follow succinctly. we reach the ochre chamber of caffeine only to be halted by a question a sempiternal question, a question of mythic, unverifiable stature a plaguing question, a question rooted in our achey-breaky hearts and nigh-arthritic bones, rooted in the seeping pathos of our ritualized morning zombie-shuffle: but it doesn't get asked today, we drink coffee the world is right-side up again.
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I'm starting to piece things together They control everything They manipulate everything always Demons What we see as typical grey aliens are really just physical manifestations manipulated by interdimensional demons All part of a bigger scheme that's always been there Fear is the main factor But what the full secret is who knows Terror Sheer terror sounds about right though I feel them as i think Lurking growling smirking Dripping evil Daring me to find out I'm getting really creepy chills as i write this Evil is near Hiding in the buzzzz Stealing my thoughts through devil frequencies They are agitated Good So am I
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 1:02 AM UTC
Agitating Hell
we are an infinite                regress     of reflections and           refractions     of actions and         reactions          complex       fractions of interference     patterns     and mathematical    interactions   intricately intersecting    connections          branching on   tracks through the   confusing   profusion        of this soothing     illusion   we create                   of reality     being a   place          tessellating in   parallel  space                   like an  abstract fractal   in an interdimensional tesseract reflecting back on itself forever
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Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 2:06 PM UTC
Fractal
To say that we’re both far from home Might be a bit of a stretch, Since simple roads and passable oceans fail To describe the true distance between worlds Ripped apart so that only faded myths Whisper of how once they were one. We are not quite Sitting right across from each other In libraries where books scream secrets While we glance up with the silent truth of distrust. We are far from where we should be, Yet if either of us want to traverse past the stars And into the worlds that exist in mathematician numbers And in the dreams we have at night when the other is no longer watching, We need to do more than simply wait for that moment Where our eyes meet once in connection rather than separation.
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Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 9:57 PM UTC
An Interdimensional Ally
Blue colors are attracted to me.   My Destiny. To Explore The Mother Sea. But what can that mean specifically? I heard they tried to embarass me in front of reality. Thus I'm interdimensional. But I digress.. To proceed. is to progress. ah but there's a reason one can walk on water without getting wet. No regrets I know the ledge these words will remain under the sea bed. The color blue.   My love for you.   Mý Mood .
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Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
DON'T F*CKING READ THIS F*CK YOU 2
Blazing down the midnight streets, driving faster with every beat. The higher the mile, the bigger the smile. At this great speed, they felt at peace. Hoping that it would finally allow them to outrun their life of greif. Lights flicker, fingers numb. It hurts so much. Knives claw through the memories. Faster. "Please!", they cry out. Fingers release, speeds increase. There it was. Clarity. "Amy is right, Chad ***** major *** She drove her pink Hummer to the sorority house. "Yaaaaas, Queeeeeeen!" They yelled. "Chadsworth is gone!" Cheers went round and their souls rebound. But Chad was near, he always was, because Chad was an interdimensional demon. 1063629 was it's /name/ Sorority in flames, ladies Instagraming the pain. 1063629 sees this and claims "/names not found/ feel pain! Emote!" Empty space. 1063629 cries. It is alone again. Soul shattered in the war of JPSL20. Alone in shame of loss. Tears of an interdimensional demon. Like glue. Glue. I love you too. Glue cracked the sky. Crazy glue. Stuck on you. Glue cracked the earth. Hades ruptures beneath. Hellspawn rise up from the shattered surface realm. Glue. The new savior lost, in a battle with the demon 1063629. In 46-70 the Lord of Demetrius defeated the beast once known as; 1063629. Glue was the cure. Earth sealed with glue.
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Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 2:50 AM UTC
Cries of the Lost
Holding my breath, I'm floating up, up, and awaay darkness beneath me I break the surface and take a deep breath of sunshine as I wake up and rise up and then i've got some time to exist in peace. before I start focusing before i start noticing... before i start getting caught getting caught in the thickets caught in the thicket thoughts thicket thoughts thickets so now I'm trying to savor that blurry time 'cause I like to walk that blurry line between sleeping n' leaping from keep to keep because life is just one blurry line ... between sleeps ________ I pour a line of salt onto a table and it's dissipating around the edges and you can see the surface beneath it that rises up like a mountain range and I'm rising out of the ocean like a ******* performing an interdimensional ion exchange and I'm a surface rising out of a sea of salt and I am an ocean rising out of an ocean rising out of a surface of a surface... waking up, up and away
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Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC
up, up and away
I caught my reflection,but it was not me, It was an alternate reality staring back you see. We waved at one another,mirrored interdimensional mimes, I thought,"does this happen often & how many times?" What if there has never been reflection,just a window to a parallel reality? What if it isn't that at all and this is just an onset for skitzopheria and insanity?
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Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Reflection
Of all clear stages, an interdimensional touch, outness dream, the entanglement of like matter Of all clear stages which shall touch the poet, which shall touch the concubine, the exotic dancer, the artist, the entrepreneur... Of all sorts in the aughts the same is different so in other worlds, is the difference so in other hearts?
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Nov 24, 2017
Nov 24, 2017 at 10:24 AM UTC
(?)
dear interdimensional space traveler, it's been both an honor and a privilege to watch you traverse far and wide and maybe you will find your way back to the year and 4 months when you filled the space on the other side of my mattress do you miss the gravity that pulled you to me? do you miss linear time and when we were on the same wavelength? maybe when you finally "came home" you forgot where that even was is her apartment floor your new safe haven? 212 miles is too close for us to have given up so easily and you were still light years away time has stopped here since you left, interdimensional space traveler i hope our time and space aligns again
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Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 7:24 PM UTC
over and out