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Brain Food For You're Head

Millennium Traveler

I have traveled many places near and far. Sometimes not even moving one inch. Exploring the boundaries of infinity. Reaching the climax in my synaptic memory. I have been for billions of a second. I have been here for billions of eternity. Traveling at the speed of light. Through this never ending universe. A life a second and a second a life. There is another card in the deck of evolution that has not been dealt yet in the hand of ignorance. Life is but a circle death is the beginning of life and life completes the circle. The keys to the past will unlock the doors to the future. Have you found your keys? 

Just like the fighting master jet li, I found my fighting style Tai Chi. because it is fluid like me. The spirits of the ages have engulfed me. Gave me sight, forced me to look through the trees. Dead but not in the sea, I came across the ocean, of emotion, from far away rubbing it in like lotion. Reappeared, disappeared just like David Blain, the institute of the insane, inside my brain. Take a look at yourself, in yourself, because I'm sold on the mojo. Coming across like a mad poet, the apostle of prophet, the institute, the apparent genocide of my eye. Operating underground, I found my source to hear the sound. My feet sway across the roads of time, worn out, scrapped up, from following the signs. Evolution is the flower that spreads in your head, like butter, and jam on biscuits and bread. My brain feels like lead, I need some food for my head. Did you hear what they said? Modified enhanced, my brain at a glance, just, give me the chance. Words start to flow like a river through a meadow. Not an inbred, but a hybrid. Words are lead. The future is dread, bleak, not to seek what is written, without fear. From your eyes come tears. From your mouth, to around your ears. Hear the whisper, as you feel chipper. Their negativity spreads to you, because they want you to feel as they do. Just look around, all you see are clowns, impostors of life, importers of wife's. See them as they are, greedy self-centered living in a jar. They buy new cars. They meet all the stars. On the backs of ours, time heals all scars. 

Constantly evolving. We have no face. Like the borg, we are one. exist as a collective. against the occupation Of the brain, Spin your thoughts like a weather vain. From the depths of space we are the race, that will continue. Smaller to the weight that crushes the inside of you. Falling down forward, to the ground, and above you? From inner core delights, to your high-rise lights. You will come down, and we are waiting for you on the ground. Don't try to run, don't go run and hide. You will never find peace, into you exit the beast.

Read This!! Are you ahead in your life? Do you want to go farther? Do you want to meet hot alien babes thousands of light years away? Do you want to re collaborate your reality? Do you want to stop all of your addictions? Do you have the time? Well if you can say yes to any one of these questions then you can change your life for the fraction of the cost it would take to eat a meal at McDonalds for 25 years. Hell you could travel to the moon and back, and play with the monsters that dwell inside your head, and swim in your subconscious of the everlasting light that is surrounded with the darkness that is the void in the heart that pumps the soiled bucket of dirt across the land in the foreshadow of the doubt that is not recognized by what you have said, or done in the past. Can you feel the force of the energy that is under varied by the way the horizontal comes to the section of the fork in the road where the turn of truth, and lies come into contact with everything, and has an adverse affect on every life that stands out ahead then gets swept behind in the ground of alternative delight. 

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