I Am Left

Sunday March 8th

People of the stars. We fly. We dream. We are three dimensional universe sugar cookies. Some sweet, some slightly sour. All kinds. There is no end to the mystery and magic of the chemistry and physics of. Universe! Reference breathe. And slow and know brain and body connect and where do senses belong upon and within breath. Within t world blue. And here we still all are.

Now we are traveling in reverse and continue to stay in motion and all the same rules apply.
It feels more fun when my hand is not trembling just business as usual and moving right along uncertain at times which to tilt pen or head. Growth like atrophy can be complicated and non linear. Breath and relax body while. A relaxed hold. Lines spill and I simply ride with uncertain who leads only aware of the moment and the memory of the feeling of writing also translating from right to left. Everything in its place and time.
And what art and the movement and muscles used. Where are we really? Out there. We are out there. Just another space cowboy heading towards great attractor. Bright shiny sparkly metal and endless variants of elements yet to be discovered. Novel chemistries and new chapters in our physics would be required.
Als ich in die Waschmaschine hinein stieg da entdeckte ich die Tür zur anderen Welt. Wo es so viel von jedem das hier es nicht ausmacht es ist alles wunderbar und da im Tiefen Wald am Rande den Kleinen Baggersee. Da konnte man gut Bart. Fische firmen oder was es so gibt. Meine Speise Karte ist fast aus aber des Gute geschmack der kann bleiben. Müde, müde geh ins Bett, gute nacht meine lieben Sternmenschen. Schlaf schön!

I AM LEFT

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• The Sun Comes With No Name - The entry before this one in the notebook.
• Back at It With Left - The next entry in the notebook.
• Breathe. Then Prompt. - Another entry that ends in the left hand.