The Poetics of Hyperspace No.1

When I heard that knock the echo of perception the vaporwave of my ego stop holding on to all that love/pain words are the expression of will sigils, their concentration, propaganda and magick are intertwined, (I think wine not?) perception is a placebo, don't grasp reality swing to the melody dance with the beat futurismo ancestral peel back the skin of your dreams [It was like a calling card from the future some kind of song to retrieve the psychedelic roots of consciousness] bios, logos time, reality perception is a mess active, calling all agents source? code? language is a virus dance yourself clean... you know its a whole lot more (I know but I carved out this space) Imagine the collective mind as a jeweled multilevel warehouse (I am in the basement painting the walls and listening to music) Life in the Trenches of Hyperspace #VaporTest