Don’t Brick My Path, I want an Open Sourced Planet Space!

After Years.
Heeyeah, So like, what am I supposed to do?
Yes-Portfolio into my Existential Text-based Conference?
This is Expo, and Meeting is about to Upload with Realtime, no Woodwork.
And Desk, Printer, She knew.
He was all, And she was like.
And so They Like All, for the eventual And.
Even Sand, on a precipice, Knows how to wail a world wide Without.
Dip Me into this Corporate Dub.
A BPM to send me into that Office.
Three 11 year old CEOs wished down a runway.
Each one bequeathed their respective Mobile Charm.
Each Mobile Charm played by A demiurge.
Waiting karmatically, Exhaling.
Ganesh the first, played Key playing Door.
Her Life Cycle was a Soulful Palette of Soft Desert Hues with a sub-Saharan Twist.
A Mouth full of Plums?
Always purple and endless.
Door Threw Basket Ball into the 12th Court and shouted into And.
Don’t even leave me, Desk.
I won’t let ya, Rebuttled Plant.
Her courageous efforts quilted That Mobile Charm’s destiny into a universal Emotion.
Cry for us.
Cry until the last blue tear from the bottom of Angel-face’s Pool becomes a dress of Piles.
No Risk electrolytes here.
The third CEO dropped to his knees and shouted the last AND.
His Breathless sadness overwhelmed the Key as Ganesh as mobile charm as Door and collapsed Desk into Plant into Computer giving birth to Phone. Office-Phone, this is the NAME.
She is.
He was.
She will be, He Ands.
Trumpet Plowed Towards Flute, in a forensic-obscene Trill, down to the Last meandering Pen, Wildly lunging to Table, Back to Chair, and Under Paper.
He lifted Up the Jazzique Blanket To hear a Cataclysmic Squelching beneath 20 Octave Feelings.
Shit!
Every Little cute heartbeat, Ive Seen.
Don’t you dare Guitar me out of this.
Let the world spin.
My heart is breaking.
Take a picture of me, I can’t come back.
Someday, there will be an Invoice.
It will read this Time.
And I will cry for everyone.
Because I followed you from First, until this very Last.
From here on out, no one will remember anything.
So take a picture and upload, so you’ll never forget.
Pen, Outside….was Breaking.
His heart, grows older.
Sittin 3 billion galaxies deep, and I’m thinkin’ ’bout you.
Do you think about me?
When the matter gets dark and low, my cabinet swells with sadness for you.
The haunted boredom knowin’ future risks.
Shits cruel.
And I weep like ether, knowing I can never find you.
I am lost.
I logged out.
Gas giants, liquid methane, Desk orbits… And not because of And.
Because of With.
Office crushed towards infinite Withs.
With you, with me, with us, within.
Be my With?
I am without, Pen.
World wide and right then.
Popping into supernova, im gonna Within you.
Phone, soulmate, imma shower you with galactic particles, fusing us to stardust until there is only whens, and thens.
True emotional, K?
When within we weave this then And.
When within we weave this then And.
When within, we weave, this then And.
This one’s optimystic.
Inter-expo?
Wanna won’t?
Go faster Slowly, Take a moment to Not.
Post millennial right-nows to inspire desire, getting rid of ‘why’ and ‘how’, Just notice.
What.
Take away your self.
You brought it.
Enter and Exit… same word, different direction.
Door, Its Global Intuition.
World Mythology:
Product Environments, cozy rituals in showrooms, an also known as.
HOME bodies.
This isn’t your house, this is a space.
Area continuum.
Localized tangible feelings for the everything.
Lets get aquatinted.
Follow up Best Friends?
Basically Mergers.
Office-Phone.Name