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the followed, worshiped boats, arcitectue, and the waver of life, the things build from within. shaman, unlike others is fond of new light, as missles drop the sound of tranquillity in mind takes hold. evolution of broad sense and mystical sight, the every now of the life on earth, every speech as this so called time unravels. song, through bird , skcreech of tire, all beautifull sound on this clumsy human day. walking down the packed streets, i listen. chaos sound scapes lead into imagination and dream. visions of altered existance and breathless minds, hovering through space at light speeds. kits of growth and tounges of taste swallow my vision and feelings unpure invade the nest. i shake my mental hoping to shrug off the altered thoughts brought by but who?, the ones i share the same blood. i struck my head to the ground burrowing it into the tender earth, hoping to fade back into feeling of my own, struggling to deeper my self. clairity soon began to shield nervous thoughts. i calmed my self for nearly a 1/25th of a day , when i finally gained courage to face the other atomical beings, those who created the same land in witch through my head i create.

with newly found oxygen the mind loosened up i debated the mulitple orgamisms sharing multiple thoughts on the one place we all imagined, earth. i further gathered that we must share these wonderfull thoughts to make the world ours and clean, and ward or clairify the disruptive thoughts.

i hurried my way back to my observatory, where i found the soothing sound maker rodden, slim and witty, his soft, soothing, voice, with a touch faint bass muttering to himself in the corner. working on yet another one of his mind manipulating sound inventions, rodden successfully took natural sounds and spun them together liike planets in orbits, moving by eachother like passing sounds. sending rythmic patterns to space as well as other humans. thus altering little bits of space at a time, conguring toward the whole earth.

rodden and i had just finished a project we entittled reflective self, in which we altered a mirror so that when you look into it, you not only see yourself, but also the fears and internal problems that you hold. a great invention that soon was bought by all the prescription drug promoters of the past. this led to the falll of over the counter medication and brought the ability to c=hange through ones thoughts and actions . by visual seeing our fault its much easier to change, for the better what is occuring in our daily lives.

rodden and gizmo had many inventions set to make the world a better place, they truley thought that they were the only ones on the planet trying to help out everybody else was at a frown and doing the daily agenda over and over, repetitive things that they seemed to hate to do but almost at the same time felt they had to do. Really they did not. gizmo was a big fan of following people around and try to understand what they were feeling most often of the time he would have to stop before the feeling would attach to him like a leach outa water. thus the burrying of the mind. a slight side switch to the hatred and dreadfull bordum of the earth people.

admist all of the creastion an tradagy the world somehow moved in a manner, some manner unspeakable, but sill a manner.

“Yet soil is miraculous. It is where the dead are brought back to life” Toby Hemenway.