The flowers have eyes ! 

All having their own dramas

 

Language of nature 

 

Formulating our own language do we gain greater understanding or get farther away…..

 

I heard the squeaking of the chair like crying 

Nature is full of gurgles and cries 

 

Eating Nadim’s curry whilst it simmered on the stove felt incestuous not in a bad way but that I am eating my own 

 

How will another being make sense of all this information as they’ll have to learn the language of what I’m writing ?

Like the wisdom is tightly embedded tightly encased in wood Bach actually when you break open the Bach that’s fucking language in front of you 

Natures scribe natures hieroglyphics 

She has written it there for you clear to see the whole story you see it in the patterns of the Bach like the patterns on your palms…… telling you if you’re a sensitive or angry person the way you clasp…. (Thought I’d finished my writing at the bottom as I come off the mushroom trip but actually I’ve still got juice a tiny little anyway)

It’s there for 

 

The momentum built up by my thumb like pounding hips bring you closer to orgasm or the hand brings you closer perpetual motion helps my ideas come forth it gives juice for the ideas to swim just as I feel the writing juice is gunna run out I can get myself into a flow hmm now I see that’s the way I always write actually I self lubricate people are amazed by what I write how does it come  well others have talked about “flow” I’m not the first but maybe I’ve valuable ideas well it’s the self lubrication getting yourself all JUICY AND EXCITED and THEN that’s how the ideas come alive isn’t it all life needs WATER for nourishment to SWIM the womb the incubator for fucks sake they must listen the Philestinic and too orderly types that think all this is Mumbo jumbo in my feminine style Molly bloom stream (STREAM) of consciousness water woman womb then man and ideas survive and ideas are uncovered so don’t write me off in my feminine bimbo style .

Sitting there with only earthy boring brain is not gunna get things done you need the JUICE the RAIN to wet it and make it nice and lubricated for the friction to be able to go in and out and CREATE.

The brain has and needs electricity to run of course well like EUREKA Like a lightening bolt thunder comes FLASH of inspiration then it pours with rain (wet juice helping me write after the first flash) . Or is it usually raining first ? 

Well I know I was getting juicy and raining first and then the FLASH happened which is how it starts sometimes isn’t it so basically I recommend getting wet and juicy you have to feel wet and juicy inspired EXCITED to have the motivation tbh.

Though hard stone earthy orderly building blocks are necessary sometimes you men yes but look at me mmm how easy and nice it is with water gliding you easing you along the words I write are building blocks but it’s the FLOOD that is moving you words mannish words that sit in my womanly womb nourishing life nourishing new ideas NOURISHING my promising son (words) I am your mother egging you on.

Wow even tho I’m technically a body man I AM very possessed by the feminine as a Cancer sun Cancer moon Cancer Mercury with the moon (emotion) and Mercury (mind) conjunct allowing a fluid funnel between my heart and my mind…….

 

(Omg they’re talking about reservoirs outside and men and women psychology how strange as I was writing that lol . I just went out to tell them but they look disturbed ) 

 

Shit humans think I’m upset and kind motherly Nadim stroking me lol as I sit on the steps to type from outside looks like stoney silence but my mind is alive why do we humans always think silence is bad !!!

Anyway yes I have just articulated the nature of flow and that it is definitely linked to woman and water some may be skeptical of the information but nature is talking through me and possibly Manuel’s robe like putting on the red shoes0 👠 

 

TRAVEL BACK IN TIME — this bit I write before I wrote about woman water and life and that’s what’s happening in my brain as I write self juicing so the ideas are nourished to life and can swim forth….

 

Looking at the simmering spitting spouting curry ( inside from all the drama wild leaves outside ) Is like imcsstuous cannibal to eat I see how I am

Eating nature my own in cannibalism looks like brown brains eyes Indiana Jones scene lol but I’m not so gone that these objects are metamorphosing and dancing like an illusion tricking me actually  I’m just seeing them for their honest life no extra sauce (I just went and ate the sauce of the curry for real lol) 

 

Anyway an alien will have a system to decode all this information 

 

I wonder if it’s cos Manuel gifted me his robe was he doing lots of writing in this robe I 

He’s a witchy trippy sorcery man though i wonder if he did it on purpose to imbue me !

A hierophant…. Imagine if he did this to me and then went away I thought he was my lover actually he was a literal teacher pulling my heart strings he knew it — imagine if he was consciously a teacher in that regard lol.

Anyway even if not - we are all subconscious teachers learners sharers of information just as the trees beneath the soil interconnected share informations I shouldn’t be upset or embarrassed about my crush for him as actually for the higher purpose exchanges of information like the tree routes are happening this is all what nature wants she is harvesting us (jack said about harvesting) for her own expansion and propagation we are her minions and dedicated servants. Fuck I thought the exhibition was over and I felt bad for not really thinking about plants that much actually here they are the whole thing they’ve taken hold of me on the last day I am here regardless of a human decided exhibition ……..

 

It’s when I saw them all. I saw how Alive they are. FROZEN IN TIME. PETRIFIED LIKE MEDUSA GAZED INTO THEM. STopped in the middle of all their melodramas nature letting plants stand still like that is giving you a free PHOTOGRAPH a snapshot of nature she is holding an exhibition a learning lesson a photography exhibition a HIEROGLYPHICS there in front of you her language is right before your eyes she is literally telling you there and then what she is about what life is about right in front of your our eyes. 

 

Why can I write so well it pours out of me but my verbal speech when I was looking at the plants with my iPhone on record it would not pour forth my words it was more of an effort jmmm it’s because writing is more private my confidant to help me with understanding and also leave a legacy and information whereas speaking like that is ephemeral and goes into the thin air well maybe that’s not the reason why but speaking is performative and performed not necessary but not useless either in conversation can be good however writing will last and can spread the information down the lineage my next of Kins the information I will be survived 

 

It’s like I’m possessed now ! A conduit ! 

But it’s not just the drugs. 

It relies on my conscious mind and everything I have learned and toiled over in my life the mushrooms take hold and can wring more juice out having more material that can be carried forth I am

A useful vessel 

 

WELL, that’s if the grand mission is for life to prosper out into the universe in a certain way. 

The ancient information of the shrooms is given life is given a vehicle I am its vehicle the mushrooms are my vehicle working in tandem to survive the wisdoms learned to spread it forth through the vacuum the hopeless vacuum the hopeless unknowing though it’s not ACTUALLY hopeless but when you are met with the black unknowing shrouded in darkness you can be quite hopeless but actually reveal it with light like a detective and I have noticed in life it can take you with open arms and it was just waiting to be loved and received 

Like the feelings I’d for Manuel but I was rather afraid of him many times

 

But when I burst out of my room to put my arms around him embrace him if I was fully conscious I’d fear his reaction but in my half sleep not on drugs or anhthing the half influence of THE SANDMAN made me do it anyway he received it warmly and actually text me some nice photos 

 

The exhibition was over and everyone went home it felt like a limbo purgatory I was the waiting hanged man to go into the next passage well the exhibition is done now oh my god how stupid for art never ends  !!!!!

In what I thought to be an aimless limbo bimbo actually the plants COME ALIVE through me they take hold of me 

 

Rowland came in afraid just now oh don’t get lost in your phone Stephen really concerned but I told him oh no you don’t see the revelations I am caught in I just told him I’m making the ultimate artwork and necessary information that nature wants wrought into existence to be carried forth and propagated through the world !!!!!!

I didn’t say all that just then I wanna say “how could I ?” That sounds so cliche but the mushrooms have put me in a lyrical motion the simmering of the curry stimulated my mind oh it was brilliant after sitting with the plants 

 

Like they have planted their seeds in me nature herself that wouldn’t be able to be just in plant form she has used me a vehicle now I can take her plant information the mushrooms information in me too I can take it by car by rocket it must be our proper mission to propagate SHE wants to expand !!!!!!! 

 

I feel possessed by the red shoes 

The muse starts to leave me now I can feel as Rowland and Nadim tried to talk to me because naturally they thought I’d want to be talked to but I was happy on that plane and now dogs are barking and dinner will be ready soon nature she possessed me and whispered in my ear for what she needs the oracle and now she flies away for the time being 

 

Actually she’s still in me lol now Nadim has added coriander to the curry I feel a bit horny again need to wank wonder if I’ll think of how nature  owns me and all this coursing through my blood 

 

I’m still in the watery writing mode I came to the table talking mystically Rowland’s eyes looked freaked out 

 

I hear intelligent eloquent human style sophisticated conversation... but I feel have some wisdoms to share that may sound crazed in the face of eloquence... I hear he makes some clever witticism, looks quite hard powerful masculine like a lion king breathing in and out masculine beast king and I feel like a bad woman unruly rude woman right now he looks a benevolent king but also with the authority to chop off my head or lock me in a chamber Ann Boleyn my water feels too much and too rude well that’s how nature is isn’t it (he’s talking about houses and exteriors right now funnily lol and they keep their homes clean generally in Spain apparently Jose raises his eyebrows at HIS Rowland’s cleanliness lol Nadim said one eyebrow or two

Now he’s describing terracotta roofs 

Nadim asking does Rowland’s friend have an interior style ummm he has some Marilyn Monroe prints is this about Jose I think so Rowland says he has quite a good aesthetic eye . 

I’m selfish like nature right now not in the mood for this social graces style conversation I feel full of nature’s wisdom not this style  

 

I read some of this out and he found it insightful actually lol despite shocked eyes 

And Nadim really liked it 

Now conversation — 

 

Talking to Row Row we are all shocked wow Facebook went down 

But there was life before this wasn’t there 

Take it for granted Facebook for all its flaws at least you could all talk and speculate when you saw the news 

Like our TREE ROUTES sharing all information with each other like how tree routes share 

RIZOMIC information rather than one source Rowland said 

 

Oh my fuckin god  though 

Row Row just told me RIZOMIC (oh wait mycelium? He means mycelium is RIZOMIC in the way it spreads) is the element within the mushrooms !!!!! 

 

Weird serendipity synchronicity writing all  about information pro

 

Show to watch Rowland says - 

That’s so retrograde