Hydration High Jinks and Depravity

Sometimes I won't bother watering my indoor plants on purpose just to watch them droop down drop shriveling up all wilted and sad... it's at that point of extreme depravation I then soak them and watch them perk right up again in a slow graceful dance I enjoy watching the change in color of the leaves from a dull lifeless green to a vibrant green swollen with life ... this is the resilience of life illustrated for me. My intentional holding back of fluids is not meant to be mean, I really don’t do this to be sadistic in any way although the plants can at times be angry with me when I do this and think otherwise.

However my real reasons why I do it are more motivated as a metaphor of myself and life in general... the process of life and death. I always wonder when my plants will just give in giving up never perking back up only at that point of no return will the leaves turn yellow then brown and crackle into bits existing no more...

Those crackled leaf bits are like pieces of me long gone like my once decent eye sight that now relies on the dependency of corrective wear and so on and on it goes till all the brittle bits break off and leaving all that was whole once completely dissolved.

When is it that they will reach that point of no return that its not going to come back from all the hardships and stress it goes through and when will one reach that point how long can one cycle out with taking care then not taking care of oneself. How long can one go with self neglect. When will I the one finally wilt never going to be as I once was... only dwindling remains of a once full self are left...

I am fascinated with the cycle of life and like to toy with it yes by abusing my plants holding back the water they need to survive...and I feel like these poor plants at times when I don’t water myself in life and end up wilting needing a soaking of health and well being.

Processes progress toward attendance then back to neglect and the cycle goes on and on but not forever it's only a moments time one has here and it will all be over before one can water it again. So really be sure to water yourself everyday or at least every other day and don't stoop to such self induced depravation as I do with my plants. I will let the plants be a reminder for me and my life when things get hectic not to let well being wilt... stop and breathe and water myself back to being whole.

I'll have what they are having for sure I will...

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Words translate into visions new works are sleeping inside of me and need to be awoken. Sometimes this visual journey feels strained like my focus is blurred and needs to readjust. Readjust inwards rather than outwards.

The mind gets poisoned at times thinking such negative thoughts not believing in oneself and ones powers. It’s the poison of being enamored with the world you forget and lose yourself. The unhealthy ways of brain game days can leave you feeling quite beat up and useless.

We all have our moments are moments to shine shit and fail we are all stars that burn and die. In certain uncertain moments Giving up seems like a sort of freedom. Kaputz done end game over. The easy way out.

The itching is too strong to give in.. Visions always resurface and need to be expelled from your brain purge visual vomit on canvas once more. Release those nagging dreams and visions unleash them that is the form of freedom I prefer.

And all the while you prophetize your profits and you take your pills to make you a better person and you fuck shit up and say you’re sorry and we are totally BFFs Binary Friend Forms in this cybernetic life... plugged in electrified currents run from finger tips to screen tip tap typing codes coded coding coating our eyes over with binary numbers data. We are all logged in and drawn in and numbered and our days are numbered so leave me a comment ok?

Life is nonsense ....I know it is all nothing and nothing is all, my big ideas are blips and no one cares unless they choose to as I do the same choosing amongst the many blips that others spew. See its up to the individual and My moments matter to me and my nonsense is special because its mine my meaningless life is meaningful since I chose my spewed nonsense life.... Chances are if you find something meaningful to care about others will follow and join you... And they do.

So who really cares when there are so many visual combinations we can think of... fuck trying so hard to be some ultimate visionary genius who see things in life never seen before if it comes it comes and how nice to end up being visionary on accident. Ultimately it has to just matter to you which is me the I who writes this, trites this spewed nonsense bits... So as long as I care and I moved by the work then I am most satisfied with life and all is right in my universe and my heart will keep ticking until I need a Rolex ...times up.