Grey skies scarred across the skin,
One single droplet adding to the ripple,

Created and enslaved from its conquered machined mechanic brains, this machine serves only its function and its maker is man,

Mans oldest nemesis, the sly prying overlapping realm to our own spacial existence where within inside roams a dark dark chemical and cellular forces energies and beings the one that stores our boldest of men and women in a caccooned barron wasteland of mortally scary and end of days shit that manifest to suck you dry of your fear receptors just right before we as men die and we return to our makers homeland. the heavens and the hells are irrelevant the only ONLY focus of our attention should be directly focused on this factual line of thought....... Do we have the ability somewhere someplace within our clever cunning magic brains to store a specific cell which upon during or after death, can we smash against it an adjacent cell which teleports our mankind's given conscious into the after life yano!! like wow imagine the maaaad decent potential realms our last dying magical cellular reacting moment spirals us literally right down that mother fucking next next level adventures through the multiverse and its parallels potential!!!!

Weed and Rum fitted inside her coat pocket, Cocaine tucked in her shoe sock, of course just like I had taught, with a photograph of me located within his chest locket,

We all wander so thoughtfully throughout our dreams, and yet the majority of them dissipate to nothing as we wake,

@ #Dreamscape