The Earth will stop rotating for three days and stand still in space. Gravity will change. Human collective consciousness will transform. Wordless telepathy will be simultaneous with all sentinent beings. A solid rainbow bridge will be crossed by blue giants from the 12th planet we call Nibiru. The Aliens will reveal themselves to the masses via worldwide media.

regardless of the previous rejections, the writer returned to his pen in reluctant fever. paradoxical scenarios raced through his mind faster than he could put them down on paper. how could he prove that nobody was listening to his thoughts?

the insatiable appetite for neon lights on the streets of delight and delirious lyrics engulf the night with hunger at skyscraper heights.

the city is starving.

people sleepwalk on the sidewalks chalked with coked outlines in the fast lanes. gas brains light up the last flames in the games of names drawn from the box of flashbacks. the executioner's axe.

‎/ in my vocabulary laboratory conducting wordplay experiments / preparing the entire audience for the ultimate experience / the great synchroincidence events will provide the undeniable evidence/ that we all share this moment we call the present tense / for Now is our existence / the epiphany becomes intense / as you realize that finally it will all make sense /

trapped inside with no windows. notebook, pen, and a bottle of why not? poisoning myself. desperate attempt to escape pitch black moods. weak bully attacks on little brother for no reason. lashing out. looking for victims. a finger to point at. rain and tears. a brain of fears. kill my sensitivity. coward afraid of confrontation. wimpy. ashamed. embarassed.

hey, slow down, not so fast, i'm the first and the last, a blast from the past, be here now, the future has arrived.
nobody survived. everybody died. we tried in vain to know our brains, we gotta grow up and chop off the chains.
the pleasures and pains as we strive to maintain and reach a higher plane without going insane.

we get by bit by bit. bite by bite. boot by boot. beat by beat. debate after debate. we wait in white water weather whether you like it or not. take note. we take it to the top of the tip of the iceberg with warm words during the storm of nerves. when a bard with a beard gets bored he sings with the birds. we were born in a barn and we burned it down. dosie-doe and turn it around.

the stuff of stars. japanese jupiter. kamikaze gas giant headed straight into the asteroid belt ready to kiss the surface of mars. worlds in collision. separated from the mission. the trip is more real than the "real life" you go back to. i smack you out of deep sleep. rude awakenings in the final days of decisions. stuck in the maze of the visions. infinite loops of awe and terror.