if i ever see mr. fish seeks bicycle again i promise to...wait what?
this is your projection. your manifestation. "he" is the son of an english aristocrat and bohemian brasilian who travels the world holding large sound system raves with beyond beautiful and loving people. "he" conveniently returned to england for two months to indefinitely because that is how you wanted it. all of these elements live within you and speak to where you are and what you desire. "d. fish seek bicycle" introduces you to orgiastic crew of tribal love warriors who make you look like a square. jupiter's expansion continues.
it is also not a coincidence that the aggressive male in the striped shirt in LA who grabbed you by the shoulders and told you that the tattoo across his chest in russian says, "trust no one they will fuck you over" resembled so-and-so, who would know exactly what this all means and why.
my life has turned into a cartoon. a character of it's former self. everyone is a shape shifter and all the signs point in the direction of what we are creating and it's all enough to keep up with the flow.
my life is a highly psychedelic, serendipitous, waking dream. in a mostly good way. i am grateful that once a month for four days or so i can eat carbs and act like a human for a moment rather than a whirlwind elemental catalyzing things and making the sun shine.
my experiences are making me hard/insane/vulnerable/ecstatic/bullet proof. they are also reminding me of WHO THE FUCK I AM. eternally, and also within the realm of this life and body. are you kidding?
as nice as it is to fantasize about being someone's missus that's not what this go around is about. it never was and it never will be.
keep working.
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