Entry 5: Car Chase

Careening corners and skidding stops, blasting vibrations and crisp punches landed upon the ear drum. Blurs sneak deftly past, a tunnel of chaos. Floored by thumping hearts, perspiring brows, speeding their way towards the unknown. Smelling the energy, feeling the pulsating power, drugged by adrenaline, a slave to its authority. Tightly gripping the leather, touching, grasping, dearly the circle of life, that holds the line between exhilaration and decimation. Controlled explosions masked by glitz and shine, sexual curves and lines cover rippling muscles, defined by bold geometry. Angrily snorting, huffing and puffing, tensed for the thrill; chills down the spine, masterfully advancing toward the finish line. The machine absorbing the intentions of the commander, becoming a vessel of the masculine hormonal urges. A machine no more, as the vital fluids rush throughout the pipes, feeding the angry eyes that shine wide ahead, illuminating the night. Second by second, minutes pass; two sets of eyes in unison, devouring each other, devouring the night, the road, the rubber, leave no trace.

How fun!

Entry 4: Contentment

Skidding blissfully across the silky smooth glass. Fuzzy mind of contentment. Lazily letting the invisibility play and dance with your hand. Eyes to the sky, scanning idly, not settling upon any one thing. Encircled by enriching warmth, the whole earth slowing down. Energy focusing in the mind, radiating peaceful tranquility, a void once now filled. What more is there than this? Small wafts of deliciousness float, skip, float, encompassing the omnipresent beauty.

Muscles lethargically contract, bringing cool liquid pleasure. Water tumbling down, warm, soft, and comforting, feathery touch of divinity. Tickling the sensitive receptors in the center, creating a fruitful organic cornucopia of ease. Fall into the gentle embrace and let it carry you away.

Entry 3: Metallic Fury

(Inspired by Meshuggah, a crazy death metal band)

Round the edges of the razor, prepare for the ride. Adrenaline consuming the whole of infinity, frantically glancing between the self and the sublime, only to find the mind of eternal nothing.

Destabilized cranial activity emulsifies in the mind. Bubbles of oil and slippery soap coalesce and eradicate crunching iron. Metallic distortion splatters wavelengths of emotional mastery, commemorating the suffocation of blood. Split the distance and sever this spine. Clenching fury of rabid monoliths destroying the organized chaos of this earth. Flaming fire of filth encircles and implodes in a supernovae of blazing shrapnel. Violent bursts of energy ripple through the thought waves, incinerating the notion of self. Gargle, gurgle, scream, and die.

Blistering heat swelters in towering mountains of monstrous rage. Creating a haze of distrust and loneliness that enraptures the tortured immortal soul, clawing at the gates. Ripping through space and time, tearing the fabric of consciousness, slaves in chains of the black void. Don't fear the sphere, bludgeoning force that fills the empty spaces in the eyes of the blind. Engrossed, fixed upon a single pillar of filth. Rotting anger of flaccid flies severs the truth, murdering and disappearing into the clouds for a reprise.

Entry 2: Stroll Through The Clouds

Strolling through the clouds is a lovely experience. Water condenses upon my eyelashes, causing streams of liquid to crawl down my cheek each time I blink. There is a uniform, omnipresent, and omnidirectional light that is cast upon the nothingness that I occupy. I cannot hear anything; as if a fresh snow had fallen and the world is quietly contemplating its fragile crystalline coat. I walk upon the cool droplets, gliding past wisps of wind. Serenity and clarity abound as I meditate upon the workings of the universe. Discovering how vast and random the creation and sustainment of life is. Noticing the beauty of it all, whilst softly crying about the beauty of it all, in my white shell of liquid life.

Entry 1: Ocean Vertigo

Flying through the sky high horizon, blissfully contemplating the genuine leather of his left thumb. Where does the fire fly forget his name? Breathlessly and deftly gliding and diving beneath the coast and the shore line. Indefinite oceans of binary dreams that invade your kaleidoscopic metaphysical mind. Ripples forming equations of infinite morality, sweeping across the ocean breeze; salty air of nothing passively radiates its desires. Eradicating sweat, blood, the tears remain frozen at the bottom of ten thousand leagues. Hesitating, he ecstatically reaches towards the sky grasping the particles of love as he falls into the pivoting, riveting surrealistic dreamscape.

Eyes closed, wide open in the center of the camera lens. Another one bites the dust. Snaking stealthily, juxtaposed entirely on Jupiter, a rebel caused by lethargy. Gasping for the breath of breadth, life does not budge, giving only what it takes. These words are pretentious nonsense. A jungle of cholera and dystrophy is the utopia of a plagued mind. Seething with vengeance, writhing slowly in circles of despair.

Pulled through the hole, the shoelace protests the action.

Beans.

Get it? Got it. Good. Vamos a la playa para la fiesta.