“On Time Travel”

“It’s more convenient to be challenged for me!

Linear would just be to easy.

So i jump threw history spot hopping,

as the kids once said, or still maybe do!

I am happily burdened with the weight of my happiness.

Have i finally found YOU! The one, whose

soul seems to match my own like the great

Ying and Yang

For it is your brain that tickles mine, Like my beard,

in a happy valley of your own making,

Ah the sweetness of bush living!

Now know that time travel leaves the brain temporally, Meta fractured

till the mind is made whole threw meditation again! Warning to you do not drop life and everything my sweetest of sweets, for your life should be as important as mine!

If i am right if this is truth we must savour the sweet dance of our souls until we such a day our love is magnetic and we cannot be separated by space time!

It is the only way it could possibly be, we must strive to build a new foundation for a new pyramid mightiest of them all! Only then brick by brick etching the sweet story of our love into each brick, and offering fluids as motor can we truly build a strong future. The motor will only be liquid as we are both masters of the stone cutting and the true motor can only be made of those fluids of fun times!

This is the next step in our evolutionary revolution of the human mind!”

I wrote this last night it’s kinda windy but i like wind it was windy out also so i went with it while watching the boats come in! i met the captain of the last boat i watched come in, real solid dude and his boat glided across the water, like a viking boat of old! but this is my first crack at a sci fi time travel love poem! it was a really fun write even while some of the park kids where paranoid and seeing what i was doing over my shoulder, hint if you see me with a pen and a note book i am writing! no sneak peaks. even tho this comes from my city book it may go into my time travel novel just because it seems like something main character would use to spit woo(yes i’m well aware of the original phrase)!

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Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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