White lightening streaks across thee irridescent-ops default screen/whilst screaming freedumb’s last call death rattle nightmare/in stark cacophonous resilient everything/& no choice but thee Moondoggle Hydra pestilence of our broke-down machinations/lunatic saints, revolting fits, ascendants of bittersweet antidepressants, higher & higher & ever so high, we stay blessed by perfectly timed altruism/thee essences of intelligence/designer drugs like revolutionary archangels/vestiges of our own beatitudicidal & bittersweet making/ Mother Earthship’s brand fuckin new & improved Electro-clash Magnetosphere goading maniacal mystics to erroneous prophesy/thee reality of everything & nothing is/was/&/or/shalleth be/has been/may be ours/hers/his/their heirs…I am denied demiurgistic hallucinatory psychosis/demanding gnostic brilliance/or it leaves/blissed & burnt: falling outside thee X-factor synesthesia of thee ~All~ [as always,with terrifying Hippie dope imprinting spatial echo echo echo]™