Step outside and breath deep. The birds are chirping it's 3 AM. Smell the sharp cold evening air. Look to the west. The heavy hills sprawling vast, covered in amorous glistening fields, glowing stoned in the moonlight with electricity all around. Tumbling down the valley into the dark grove, the sages charging headlong into the night. Be my bomb come off it alright? A cobra snake loose in the evening, lapping at the heart, lungs and spatial interior. Paint stars on your ceiling body and blow it to pieces. Take a step into the other world that's happening all around, that good ol' invisible landscape you ain't never seen before. Just drop it, there ain't no life in no screen, and you ain't Narcissus. We are alive but sleeping, walking, nightmares riddled with dreams. Waterfalls of imagination coming from our eyes and pouring out of our mouths and ears, every orifice bursting forth with light purple blue green orange yellow black white GO GO GO! And what else can you do but move?

NEW YEARS EVE SAN FRANCISCO CALIFORNIA
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PURPLE MERCY
HEAVY HILLS
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