Picture from Burning Man Last Year & a Poem!

Becoming more successful by the second
You have three thousand, four hundred and fifty one day dreams a day.
There is nothing significant in the number itself,
nor is there significance in the fact that your daily mental deliberations
are drenched with your own wet fantasyland.
I could oppose you in this sub-material dance, tell you the detriments of
flailing energy arms, but instead I just butt in every once in a while,
saying things like “can I take your plate,” or “Who does your tattoos?”.
I’m relinquishing any hope of salvation and feel thoroughly saved because of it.
My budget is small
but my capacity to be absorbed completely
within any circumstance is large, Extremely.
and the vehicle i’ve created to be able to be the word of God as it is spoken
was given to me for free.
can you taste it?
A table, set for two
a day dream with an overwhelmingly and unconditionally loving dictator named Carl,
who likes to play chess at the local cafes, and his lower lip tends to curl
when the match becomes intense.
My freedom is becoming threatened by my ability to daydream
I am a latch-Key kid with no home,
my hormones are red tidal waves
that love to break upon my black-sand beaches,
your shores are salty and sandy as well, except that your sand
is of a much finer consistency than mine,
but that doesn’t concern me much because i’ve always seen life
as if I were rotating on a ferris wheel,
things get bigger and smaller
according to my position on the wheel
sometimes I move toward them
sometimes I move away from them
and that’s just the way it is.
Half Off!
Becoming more successful by the second

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