The wanderings of a nocturnialoid ep.1

Perusing the nightime cruisings as i and i movings alongs in time

and

space illusomatrix apparent appearance matter density fields surround me

as i breathe in what i think is air as morpheus breathes down my neck

stuck

in the real world illusory depths my mind keeps me bounds creating and enslaving

without the power of intention chaos abroadening - combatting this

wanderings wanderlustingly nocturnally ever more just another walk around the block it's 1 am in the matrix baby i just want to be

free

to just click on the pic to load higher resolution copy 👇 into your minds eye real quick...

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^{Just as the sun is setting it becomes the perfect time to start the day it's what i call nocturnialoid dreams}

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^{Brnches blurred through the nighttime eyes straining into the sky stumbling wondering when did it all get so hazy and crazy}

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^{No matter how long in wait nobody would come to greet me}

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^{Inversions | sleep cycled}

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^{The wheel of consciousness spins with a smooth blur}

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^{Texturemapped reality, render distance > 45000}

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^{Liminal Spaces and altered faces}

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^{There was light but was it real there were hardly any stars here except this one}

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^{Was there a God and was there a dog}

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^{spherical volumetric light distortion fields why have the day when you can have these babys}

^{when the acid surge subsided things took on a softer glow}

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^{Delivery has yet to be turn't whilst the stockboy has yearn't}

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^{advertising the nullness of modern day reality washed ashore in the oceans of the matricularity we're all just floatin' in here}

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^{The bridge and the gateway to the land of advertising the race to bid on the soul}

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^{Complexes and complexes}

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^{Forlorn like some abandoned geriatric walker crying out for attention wanting to be held once again but knowing no one will come not until the proverbial day is done, basking in the former glory running off of the old steam days but those days are long gone withered and dry. washed up and washed out just a shadow amongst shadows. Emma is gone forever she will never be yours again.}

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^{Reaching out as they race by crying inside writhing the harder you try the faster they seem to fly}

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^{The neon hum of the glowing suckers was a comforting noise and drew one in like a moth and fondling and caressing the hose was the only albeit depressing substitute for human interaction, contact and affection. I'd often caress the coin slot and thing of all the fingers putting the coins in there.}

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^{Clinging to the dark as the succubus sun slut brings all the npcs into play time to head inside a nice place to hide and continue my quest for my nocturnal bride but online}

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^{Thanks for hangin' out nocturnally with the}

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