Hardstep Brostep & The Hoof of Null

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 I breath in peace, full focus, on point, without distractions, in silence, on motion, still focused, mindless, thoughtful, completely full of mind, not thinking about it, I walk in concordance, in serie, I walk restless, uninteresting, I walk on the floor, on the clouds, on the stone, on the castle, on the balcony, on the railing, on the corner, alone, I walk alone in full companionship.

I am not alone, I walk alone, they don’t walk they jog, they move, they step, they float, they barely touch the ground, they don’t have their feet on this earth, they don’t walk no, they don’t, they are dancing, they jump, they creep, they slug their feet around the floor, of wood, of stone, of pavement, of ceramic, of cardboard, they don’t care, they don’t walk, they have soil, they have movement, they don’t think, I see, I don’t see them, I see their faces, I don’t see me, I see my reactions, I don’t think, they think I am thinking, I am seeing their faces, they are full, of emptiness. 

Uneventful faces, wide open eyes, soulless, emotionless, motion, jumping, up and down their eyes follow white, hard white, and black, and blue, and green, and brown, and red, and red stencils on some, and yellow hues on others, and white eyes, all of them moving. Nothing to see, but eyes, I am walking, and I am only seeing eyes in the dark, the blue dark, the flashing dark, the secrecy, so much vulnerability, so much chances, so much danger, so many men in black, so many women in white, how many red martinis I have seen? what am I seeing, this is a face, is looking at me, I don’t look at it. It’s talking, mouths are moving, they are talking, they can’t talk, no, they can’t. They are either dancing or talking, or talking or seeing, or seeing or dancing, they aren’t doing none and yet they pretend, they don’t see, they don’t communicate, it’s all under the veil of the night, on the nightclub of the high sky, on the top floor, on the bottom cell, on the common ground, on soil and not with soul, they extend, they dance, they drink, they live? they apparently do, I have never seen them again, I never did, I don’t recognize them, they go to my same place? I don’t see them, never will or ever would, they live near. I know him, he lives on top of me, I know him, he always come here, I know him he wants me to drink, to have a good night, to have fun, his fun, he knows me, I reclined, I know him, he is cool, he is great, I don’t see him anymore, I don’t see at all. All I am doing is perceiving, what is this? I am again seeing, I don’t see with my white eyes, I don’t have them open, I walk focused, I don’t move, I’m static, they are in ecstatic presence, they are social on the not so socially normal behavior of exposing their flaws, they are not talking, no they aren’t, I know what they are thinking, I see it on their eyes. 

I don’t know, they don’t know either, he doesn’t imagine, I can imagine, the lines, the beautifully twisted and reversed lines of thought, of mind, of soul, of body, of coalition, of anger, of lust, of hysteria, of pleasure, of maliciousness, of dread, of nervous, of death, of killing, of dancing, of talking, of seeing, of that guy who seems to be asleep, I am not asleep, I am not. I am watching, it all plays out, deep, in my mind, it’s so interconnected I can’t run my fingers across it, it’s so unbearable in density that I can’t hold it with my back, I can unknot it by little, I know it by little, by big is the revelation of what nothingness contains, they are hollow but full of nothing is a filling still, I am seeing, the secrets, I am now hearing, the  music, it’s loud, so loud, it’s burning my thoughts, I don’t want to listen, don’t grab my hand, don’t touch my hair, I don’t want to step in and out in up tempo music, hardcore on the soft core of this process, I am seeing the common denominator, I found the key, the key of the aphelion madness, the succumb of this macabre party of mindless and soulless torturers.

They are here reunited in this samsara of events, in golden light of bliss, under the ceiling, beneath the carcass of their physicality, it’s impossible to see again, they are at the party, not here, on cold darkness that heats in artificiality of movement and energy of thermodynamics, of this, this entropy of dark parallels, of white walls, of padded rooms, I am not seeing, I am not hearing, I am not here, where are they? Where am I? Who left the cage open? my bird. My bird will fly far away. Who did this to me? Where is my bird? It’s too late, it flew away too far and deep, in my mind now gone, what was I thinking of? Oh, you’re correct, in their eyes. They watch me, they are writing this down, I know they know. You know, I won’t talk to you anymore, the more I talk the less you know, I will cease and you’ll understand, understand, I’m breathing in peace, not distracting, focused, on point, accurate. I don’t move, I just show I’m alive. I am in silence, if I talk you’ll ask questions, why do I keep talking? Shush.