who are we to assume that a mushroom doesn't think just like me
looking at me looking at it
and laughing at life
and the squint in my eye the flat of the sun
"bro this shit is wack"
two mushroom brothers together under a redwood tree
they're having a conversation
"man this sucks my stem hurts so much from dragging all this [static]"
"dude dude shut up look at that"
a huge looming overhead with beautiful canyons (get lost in the eyes which look like cloudy planets) (a giant incomprehensible being looking down with the same delight)
their voices join with the giant's
"dude that's so sick"
mushrubbery colors of swirls and eyes where perspective is not what you think it is
all is far and near in blinking motions
for constantly changing and flicking waves of colors and noise is all anything ever really is
5d static tv
static zoomed in and out and seen with all senses is all reality really is
we are swimming constantly
hone in on each one and see
the eye oh the eye!! the holy eye that is seen in every stick of static!!!! hey look at me! bitch
what is the eye? swirling dust
and so is everything
static is dust
that's all it is that's all it is
dust molecules loving dust molecules
eyes in every fiber
dust breathing dust every molecule holds the same importance and emotions as you and me raging all at once we are just a waving radio wand catching signals as they rush by in rivers
everything at once
awareness s esses
everything is describing the same thing everything is the same
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