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Inktober #20 - Astral Casserole

AKA Shine On, Astral Caserole (What We Should Become - Unlike Chosen Witticism - Food For Thought)...

I totally ran out out of inspiration.
Aspirations... rising higher than I'd planned to chase them.
Have more collabs planned and I'm a tad impatient.
But nothing works when you're not feeling it.

I'm eager to quit! I start too many things and never finish.
Inktober though... it seems these are my exception.
My inception. Immersed myself and took some steps in and before I knew it,
Was doing astral projection.

Pass the leopard! Fly by like it's a tadpole.
Universe a rad hole. Wholesome like a womb.
Swallows you up like if you do too much Zoom.
Comfort. Old habits die hard.

I've been panicking by stars,
Sipping Sangria in the bar by my mind's eye,
I never go out I seem quite shy,
I never roll up, I'm not that type of guy.

You might see me though standing in the rain while it's raining.
Freezing temperature. In shorts. Straining.
Trying to breath in a calm and collected manner.
I like to challenge myself and... channel my anger.

Be spontaneous so I don't spontaneously combust!
Gotta recycle that rage! We compost stuff.
Like me I lie in a cage and decompose.
And slowly my tattered soul turns into the dopest prose.

Flying on wings I don't know...
Looking into my body and feel akin with a glow...
Embracing, a warmth raising me like a ray of light,
Swept away in the calming night when I pray I might...

Is the afterlife a dream? The white tunnel subconscious?
What's hell though? Where are the monsters?
I seldom wander out of my room but when I open the door,
I'm hoping the floor's still solid - that it won't let go and transform!

We are more than we believe we are!
We are the warmth of a fleeting star.
We are the molecules inside our own.
We are the core in the oldest home.

We are but brittle little kids built on bits of bone!
But our will is a strength that never wilts or slows.
And you can't put us in a hilt, we like hills explode.
Volcano for real though, molten lava java coffee.

Wind sings to me softly when I'm panicking...
Tells me to go back on in into my shell casing.
I shoot me out like a shotgun when I am facing my dark side.
Loony not like the moons but like I'm crazy.

Hey Zeus charging on a metal stream!
Solid silver and electron, old pyramid topping.
I realize... quitting's not an option.
I will keep going like you. Astral till my coffin.

Shine on... still got inspiration to climb on...

Inktober #20 - Astral Casserole (2:41)


ink21 #19 doodle (cybernint)


Like the cloud. Like the scythe. This life... passes us byes.

Inktober #19.5 - That Cold World

It's a cold world out there... don't forget it.
But don't be too upset though if you let it in!
If you keep going then you'll be getting things.
And if you keep on giving then your regret will thin.

It's a cold world it is but it will warm up!
The sea is still right now but it does storm much!
Live to the fullest and get that wind in your sail!
And fly fly or float away, till your grave.

It's a cold world... till you put it on fire!

Inktober #19.5 - That Cold World (0:29)


Inktober #19 - The Cold World (2:05)


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