Sometimes I like to meditate outside at night and lately I find myself focusing in on the stars. Have you ever listened to a star? They’re total weirdos. Perhaps they’re just malevolent egomaniacs like our own sun and it’s the billions of miles of lush outer space transmuting their message or perhaps its just the stars I listen to are nuts. Whatever the case its getting pretty kinky.
I had one star tell me that outer space in other dimensions is actually the density of angel food cake, all fluffy but with just enough sweet tension to make it a fabulous thing to devour. The star went on to say that everything twinkles given the correct perspective. Nothing in reality is constant or solid. We’re all delicious feast for some sort of ancient inter-dimensional orgy, like an ‘all you can eat buffet.’
And now all I can think about is The Golden Coral and its making my teeth itch. Stupid fucking stars.
