What’s inside a mind?

For a child growing quickly their minds are filled with questions and reactions to their new life.

For those shedding the skin of adolescent the mind is filled with struggle, joy, peace, hate; filled with the reactions of daily life.

For those who are considered ‘old’, who are nearing the completion of their life, their minds are filled with memories and forgotten memories. Their life has matured to a realm of what was, what is, and what will be.

Now, a glimpse into my mind. a mind not young or old. A mind definitely not of or for this world. It is what it is and it is good.

So, here is a slipnot of conglomeration. Written exactly as it appears when it appears:

Straight black line _________________________ Connected to one white square on one end, now vibrating in protest as the opposite connection is a black circle filled with ants. Small ants now being ground into a form of grain…perhaps wheat? Looking more now like green marbles.

Erupting from the the white square are ten massive Sun’s cast by and hitting a squirrel in the testicles/tongue.

Now teepees erupt in flames and, carrots? Fuck. Carrots? And now a bunny wearing a tuxedo?

I wish the cops would be silent now, they are corrupt, especially the one with a white beard.

(stop)

Just a tiny, small bit of what comes/goes and will never stop.

We now return you to what is now inside your mind.