We’re posted up in our remote outpost! we haven’t left Atlanta like Freddie Freeman and Matt Ryan but every now and then we still take mystic voyages: blasting off from our runway / gateway to the universe out here off of I-20 in Atlanta; we’re tripping out!
Without the help of hallucinogens; on this Terrible / Terrific Tuesday where things can go either way we’re still social distancing avoiding viruses and pathogens and Vladimir Putin types in Ukraine on the warpath again, flipping out!
We’re still writing; once again it’s on as we interrupt very briefly! the iPhone for writing poems? oh yeah, I carry it with me. Some say I’m tripping out as I throw a poetic tantrum based on visualizing the sequence / based on what I see.
Spazzing / flipping out? I was about to as enemy planes fly through my airspace going to and from Hartsfield Jackson Atlanta Airport interrupting the blue and emerald skies.
It has me tripping out, were these planes dropping bombs or leaving chemtrails? I heard all the tall tales it’s all based on lies.
Check out the rest of this article at Tripping Out / Flipping Out (Part Ten)
Whats Really Going On? 