it was unavoidable that i end up talking about being in a space of pure nothingness, blank, zilch. our minds can roam and dream and fantasize and conjure and hallucinate in any way and space we can be in, or imagine. its the most mundane yet essential time of accidental reflection. what are the pseudo-ideal-realities that exist in our head; that we want to exist rather, more often than not.
an interesting, insightful, intriguing and possibly idyllic freedom to wonder and wander with near future and big picture endeavors is what we're dealing with here. its a pretty seriously underrated form of, escape? drug? bliss? you know who you are... very fun i must say. some people tend to do it more than others. no worries my friend, love your own original spaces. be bored. be free with nothing to do. it's a hell of a luxury in fact.
you could be lovers with a film star; dropping wax on a spaceship; flexibility like comeneci; hell, you might just be tokin' up with madlib. who gives a shit innit? get random ideas as well. how you could merge two above average consumer products and create an excellent globally marketable brainchild. endless things to think about. how time slows down and you're stuck in your own space. you control your own world and your brain is your god. take it ez' and have a beer with your alter ego on the tip of K2 and blaze some love on an iceberg-bong. you know?
go on now, get the fuck out and take off mate. sprout some chromed-powerhouse micro-engines war-machine time jet launchers and meet e.t. in 7.3 seconds (eyes fluttering cornelius style).
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