100 Days of Vibes: Day 3

thats a vibe i were calm and sad lying in bed in the age of seven teen.

i love the sound of the efflux much at the end.

charles the dog of death seems to found his end. i can now stop to call all the death. (the friends of mine have some jaw/teeth problems at the moment the lemons the powers put inside my mouth so i have barely learned to talk.)

he were the lions dentist. would you kill a spirit animal?

is this now my end and the beginning of an sickness. science will pass over with. and the cycle will be reborn again.

he has not forgotten about me, his powers are hunting me as a remember of my own thought as a mystic creation of a fang shih.

deaf pigeon is half half – bacteria and innocence. i saw him once. waiting searching for me. i did run away. you will not catch me you death dog. not me….

he wanted at several places for me and they just once guided me directly to him.

there are things i dont want to talk about which are cultural difficulties about definitions of existing as a real dog boy. but all i can say. lazzzor unicorns are howling with me.

seem all strange like the wrong ‘definition’. to much dizziness and distraction.

It’s so breezy by the airport
Weather center waves
Wide open space
Desert rains and such
Fumes
Fast drivers that
Almost run me over
Each and everyday
As I
Bank away
The daylight hours
On my headset
Broadcasting school really paid off tho
Via bonus checks yall

All I wanna do is (BANG BANG BANG BANG!)
And (KKKAAAA CHING!)
And take your money

Sweet Jesus
Waves

do yourself a favor and read the wiki-history of this bldg IRL (CityPlex Towers)…ps: what would it be like to be a Big Fish.. in Tulsa, Oklahoma?

At sunrise, she inhaled. The people were drawn in, her lights came on, and she was alive. She could feel them moving about, hear their murmuring as they nestled in her cubefarms and conference rooms and lavatories, and she sensed their souls as they performed their strange labors within her. Shortly before sunrise, she began to exhale, and the people drifted into the street in a cloud lasting hours, a cloud of cars with headlights shining, a long puff lasting hours that dissipated into the cooling twilight. Then she was quiet, and slept, stirred back to consciousness only by the watchmen and janitorial staff.

She knew she was not beautiful. She was built in 1964, and she was too regular to be interesting, her windows were too small, her sun-facing panels had begun to fade and peel decades ago. But the people built her that way, and then the people came to her, day after day, year after year. Being built was the purpose, and the coming was the purpose, and that was the mystery and her purpose: she give the purpose back to them.

One evening, as she breathed into the coolness, a young man leaving murmured to another man, and she could feel his thoughts, and she knew, as her consciousness faded, that he had never known the purpose she was built for, or the meaning of his strange labors at all. And she thought, as she drifted off, that the mystery was everywhere, so beautiful and so sad. And she began to dream as the stars appeared, like the headlights of cars drifting to far off buildings, who could never quite glimpse the light that lit them.

i cant handle this

When I opened my eyes, there He stood… some 900 feet tall, looking at me; His eyes…. Oh! His eyes! He stood a full 300 feet taller than the 600 foot tall City of Faith.

Hey im from tulsa

need more vibes pls