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You'd walk across the floor without even touching the ground, feet first above your body in a shade of blue that sent water spilling across your face in beams of light (white and cyan,) like the color of your eyes. It was the first I saw that day, before the sun really rose, more like twilight before morning I supposed. The air was cold and crisp and went through all the blotches of people as they wandered, endlessly unamused. She went by quickly enough, and I saw only a brush stroke of her face float by me. I turned around and ask where she was going and where she had been, but she didn't turn back around or answer me. It was as if her voice had been drowned out by the tidal wave of quietness. I turned back around after watching her and saw off in the distance multitudes of people wandering around mindlessly throughout the desert, or the oasis, or the mountains or the rocks or the dunes underneath the sky with it's porcelain stars and milky spiral galaxies. I'd watch them and their never-moving faces, their gliding eyes drooping down from their faces, glittering in the minimal light so that their eyes look more like large rain drops.

Porcupine top-hats gathered themselves around their heads like little flying, black specks around the skin of their foreheads, just spinning there back and forth. They all seemed to turn at once towards me and I felt my eyes widen as the pupils shrunk, all in a matter of seconds, just evaporating the life away from me, sucking it out of my open palms. I made eye contact and it was as if some sort of sinister breath came into me as I watched myself turn green at the sight of their rotting, orange flesh. I then had the distinct feeling that we were all ghosts running about in the desert of the back side of my Id's mind.

I was off and running into the furthermost reaches of the horizon, my hands stretching up into the sky and curling like fingernails into the blueness, into the yellows and the oranges and the amber light coming off of the treeline. (It was then that, inside of my mind, I sat down and began to meditate for awhile on the subject of mental union, and then continued to break off and dive into a deep prayer of thankfulness to the unconscious you behind all images.)

The rubber of my shoes left black prints on the sidewalk as I bolted forward into the steaming suburban metropolis that is Smalltown. Heat waves rose eating away at my tread as I felt everything come on and through me, and we were still in the desert but so much further away than before and it was then that I forgot about how time rolled on in a simple way and just embraced the now that was constantly inside of my perception, inside of your perception, in all of our perceptions. It sang there, sitting like cardinal in a canopy of green leaves and orchid buds, just smiling into the air and the sun as it shined on.

I kept running through each and every thought that could have changed my mind about the world but never really did, just dug me further into the hole that I was already in, that being, self denial. But they picked me up and sent me flying through the air and the stars and the planets as they sparkled like pearls in the sun floating there in the infinite sea that is space and time. And then it all melted away from me again, leaving me like the sea water leaves a shell that it had fallen into before, but was now flowing away and out of it as the tide pulled them all back in.

Oh Shammmanomen Moooooononnnnnnnn, MushuuuuMushuuuuuMuuuuuushuuuuuuu!

Thank you, thank you!