Tohe mind implodes on itself. There are two vortexes one involving the inner mind and that of the outer. These vortexes commingle  at the centre creating diasphora in the individual. Once these diaphoras have passed, the mind returns to its cerebral programming.

or is it?

Oh the underground, how it plagues man for such an epic stupor. Once you hide in its depths you see no point in following through and making a conundrum with the above ground pool playing in vino pveritas hustlers on the brick street going south. for in four short forms the vomit comatose inducing sasquatch makes you seem like a shyster waiting for the chopping block.  has the underground changed? if so where,why and how? and put your cell phones away, this is a place to learn, not lollygag til 2 in the morning. Or is it?

the memory matters the most
when all you have is just that

The man knew what was happening. He just didn't know how to explain it yet.  It was as if his vision was a camera. A camera eye. A kino scope. Dziga knew. His eye was a lense and it involved the reality he was in. Every one had the kino eye and they each had different ahndelrs watching each eye. What if he stopped the eye. What if he could control what he saw. What if he had the special gift known to mankind as kaleidoscope goggles. |T|he beings knew what was happening around him. He just had to explain. But they wouldn't listen. |||||

tarantula

the tarantula humbles gently in the upscale new York town square of mistakes and rimbauds and acquaintances what do they do there is their own doing yet I do not yet see what can be done in the railway bends and the shopkeeps doors and the drug addicts eyelids and the false accords. don't believe what you hear on the radio for it will fool you beyond belief and in fact or fiction when you can stand up still in the moment everything else falls down around you and your stuck on a blog writing to gawd knows who about things that don't make sense while your belly gets fat and trim and ready for plucking for no fucking about cats and dogs when you look in the mirror one day and decide to shoot yourself in the leg because it will be the only trade for humanity you have left in the world by the book of almighty lord jesus amen. and on that mercenary note my friends let them take what they will about delusions and misinterpretations about basketballs and baseball games and finding flukes where you put your money where your mouth is and oh other aphorisms of the sort.