Ant (mrheavyhand)'s video: dada flow or something similar

caked inside of the entirety of the inside of my insides there lies behind many lies and circling flies a single vase. no, too cryptic. not being a mystic. mystery. misunderstanding. i wonder if the cricket i saw earlier is ok he was just crawling up the wall and then he was gone who knows. maybe that’s what’s down, deep in there sinking deeper seeping drinker drinking singer singing screaming unhinging unwavering unlearning unpacking destroying. cloying. rolling around on my back belly up button filled with fluff the itch unbearable but i cannot scratch it. not with these tiny dinosaur arms it could be hilarious but unfortunately i was not built like that. i cannot see it like that. the symbol’s are in the way again. the symbols. they are in the way again. they create a force field shield made of polystyrene or is it cling film or more like those clear plastic wallets to put your hand outs in and i breathe it right in like i’m talking right the fuck down. and the plastic grips to the insides of my lungs and my capillaries and all that other incredible shit as i crumple up and decompress. or was it compress? de stressed strangely enough. i’ll have to leave before i scarf down too many. another day, another time. another sense of space, understanding. i marvel at the ripening tomatoes and it’s in them that i find my home once more in the back of my mind with black obsidian, brown tea stains of futurist metaphysics and caked on new-found frink think concrete. if this is my mind? i’ll step OUT. side. thanks.