declaration of breedom.

Today on this sunny 6th of July, the month of my birth some years before now, I pronounce my intention for imagination. I return on the same loop as many a time before, to the essential quality of play in my life, to inner manifestation outwardly danced, gargled, giddily whispered, merrily belched in song. I scrawl on this mud slate of my current lifetime: I am here, and I am free. The converse is only true through submission to an abstract police force, of mind, and also overcome by mind plus some other quantity of something. It is that something I strive for, that I make my life's work. And what is fabulous about that Something, is that, it is free and is astronomically abundant in staggering proportions. It is that with which I play, my invisible friend of mutual devotion, of light-heartedness and strength. Let us roll around together, rejoice and love. Good day!