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Enter the gateway

i walked from the train station to the gateway arch. i sat in the grass as close as possible to the mid point   of the overarching sculpture. I meditated and I reflected and I wrote. This is what was jotted down.

I get it!
There I made it to the arch and so now follows the question, what next, what now? Suddenly a helicopter heloed by to say hello in the dialect that only precision helicopter blades could speak. What is it about this place that makes it so the way it is. I see buildings much like I would any other city. The sounds are even different. The pattern in which the traffic moves is subtly calmer. {then I thought to myself} [Is that we are?... listeners listening]
Ah, listening. When one listens one knows very well where they are supposed to be. What is listening? It is knowing how to feel and sense the position in the environment. When you become comfortable enough with yourself the most subtle nuance that life utters in the wind can be captured.
When one is looking for something the thing that is sought to be found will be the projected of frustration and challenge.

Lyrics to: I might be Phuked up : a song by MTVghosts

its the other side, of my mind

poor managment, of my time

on the darker side, of the line

ai set the bar, too high

for every other guy, that you find

gonna get the hurt out

gonna make me blurt out

ohh

i gotta confess to you, girlfriend

cuz maybe i gone off the deep end

or the other side

i know you wouldnt mind

(chorus): i might be fucked up

but i never knew, never knew my heart was corrupt

i might be fucked up

i never knew, never knew my mind would erupt, like this

is this hell?

in the middle?

cant tell

its like a riddle that ill never solve

(twice)

oh i gotta confess to u, girlfriend,

cuz maybe i gone off the deep end

or another side

i know you wouldnt mind

(chorus)

(instrumental)

(chorus)

Ryan - 

I  need you to do me a fovor

Luis places hand on drink

Ryan

No; I don't want you buy me a drink

Luis raises a brow 

Ryan

There's been some lip spill 

Luis brings index finger to top lip

Luis

(calmly) 

lip spill....Who?

Ryan 

dat's da ting! ain't no one seen the lips

that spilled 

Luis

(subtly Growing anger)

I think I know who might've spilled the lips

Ryan 

Who?

Luis

You 

Ryan

me? (laughs) why would I spill lip?

Luis 

Cuz you're lips slip 

Ryan

my lip slips? 

Luis

yeah you're lip slips and falls 

go to the hideout (Roses bar)

and see who's there and who's not there

the not there's are da ones who dunnit.

Ryan

how will I know who's a not there

Luis

You'll know cuz you'll feel they 

ain't there when you're talkin to em 

Ryan

You mean the zoned outs 

Luis

I mean the zoned out 

yeah you can call it that

Ryan

so the zoned outs are the not there's 

Luis 

yes

Ryan

(lighthearted joke)

so datt means the zoned in are the there's

Luis 

There ya have it!!

Ryan

Okay! I'll go hone in on the zone outs 

Luis 

Solid!! I'll hone in on the zone in's 

Ryan

Then we'll go make a Calzone

Luis 

Knickers? 

MOON DROPS

Moon drops

At this  moment as these words appear on the screen before my eyes, I lay in a bed that I made but is not mine. I realize immediately that I have  bewitched myself. Instead of furled eyebrow and steel eyes I sit still and contemplate. How is it so? And why is it so too or as well I should say. Perhaps a tale which bear no end in sight can reveal such paradox so proper. A tone meant for timbre; intended context. Seldom do models O.d

A thought on a thought

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 on a thought I thought I a no

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I thoght on a thought I

 on a thought I thought I a no

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