Do de doo

Lightning chases the clouds through the slit in my roof. A warm wind crawls in through the window, and i am driven to smell the air. I realize I can't recall a single Mars Volta song, and I am not bothered by this at all. The sound of clamshells opening and closing quickly conquers my attention and my eyes are drawn towards the black and blue tiger on my windowsill. I watched in horror as its eye moved towards my locale. Suddenly, and without warning, the tiger's mouth opened and a menagerie of beeps, buzzes, and bass drops filled my ears. My vision is transverted to a mosaic of color and sound, lasers and electric blue.


I feel artistically blas-tastikally puma-rifically F.U.S.A.I.-raciously like a rolling stone. I gather no moss for the winter! And boy is winter upon us, wink wink. Lawl jk its actually summer time, and the weather is hot and merry (fuck I sound like a god damn news caster. time to change the tempo).

I've talked about the soul being bioelectricity in the brain before, but I haven't talked about where that energy goes after we die. Perhaps this is the reincarnation I have read about?

Also interesting, is this article about how DNA could have come from space viruses from other intelligent life.

My belief?

Perhaps we are being monitored like science projects by these aliens. Perhaps the government is selling their data on us to these aliens for a price... what price? SpaceCash.


here, take a look.