Status Updates From Matrix Visions

"Never be defeated."

Review to follow soon.

Be victorious over the vicious virus
That keeps us trapped in their red wireless.
We're cymatic patterns of naivety,
We're just a vibration, so learn levity.

I'm bored of subletting this flesh apartment.

"We were waylaid
In the serpent shade.
We are still lost
In the winter frost."

Okay, I think I got these page numbers mixed up from what's on the actual page and what page the ebook says... I've made more progress than 6 pages, I swear. More like 16. ...damn, i'm slow. LoL

"Thinking we're the model modern human.
Oh if only we were so bold.
No, were just still trying to survive
inside away from the cold."

I told him I knew it was all a trick.
I told him that he made me sick.
I told him that I could now see,
His monsters were not real to me.

All is patterns made by waves.
Me and you, our cribs and graves.
The world is a vibration and we are the same.
Stuck in devils’ density destiny game.
Change the vibration and you will soon see
How different our forms and sight would be.

Blake was the master of stretch and skew.
Dali just painted what was there.
Velazquez put secrets in plain view.
Monet had the red snake stare.

One night, I was toying,
With findings that I'd found,
When I placed my hand upon the chair,
And there, a coin I found.

Anything can make a face,
Which is why you’ll think me mad.
But: Anything can make a face,
Is still truth to be had.

The All Seeing Eye
Should be All Seeing Eyes.
Just like the one god
Who is pluralised.

We are filthy freaky freak show peepshows,
Eating burritos bitten by mosquitoes,
Wishing that we were all Beatles
Instead of freaky people viewed through peepholes.

All pure waters reflected truth.
And all the stars did shine with youth.
Faces in mountains and spaces framed.
This was the world before 'twas named.

The eleven eleven,
The linear line.
The linear lie.
The very worst crime.

We were once one.
Then we were two.
And we still are,
though we don't know it's true.

Aliens. Demons.
What's in a name?
Creations of Man
are all the same.

Perceive the world through two lenses.
Try to make sense with five senses.
We think that colour's really there,
In the sky or in that chair.
What we see is upside down.
It's our brains that wear that frown.
What we think is solid form,
Is energy. That is the norm.
Everything we think we know.
Is just a shadowed magic show.

We are a carousel
Going round and round.
If we stopped, the simple
Truth would soon be found.

We'd see through the slits,
Those one one ones,
Those prison bars
For whom we've spun,
And view the truth
On the other side
Of this hypnosis
Life of lies we've lied.