A very random hand written journal entry

Im not sure what I was thinking when I wrote this haha. But it looks pretty ^.^
A very random hand written journal entry

Im not sure what I was thinking when I wrote this haha. But it looks pretty ^.^

In this winding net we weave and still believe in
Fact or fiction. What is this vision called reality?
My dreams sometimes seem far more tangible
So which existence is it we really live in or which ones a vision?
Perhaps neither are alive or… what we deem is our survival
Too much mandela effect here and deja vu
Psychedelics leave us more clues
They say seeing speaks reality into existence
I see eyes in all directions when I’m trippin
As the matrix watches I walk through that particular realm
How many are there? Honestly which one is real?
Image from Etsy. Link:
Buddha Giclee Blotter Art Print 900 Tabs Archival Quality Psychedelic Acid Free Paper – Etsy Canada

The typewriter magic clickedy clackin’
I ransack the tacklebox for shiny tabernak and apple sauce
I basket my ball and dribble with fiddle sticks a little bit; aweeee shiet.
Art by: ByteyCreatives Shop | Redbubble

Each breath is a blessing, Resting your mind
Calming you and guiding you with ease
Every moment is taken with awareness of all sensations
Let the daily tasks of life become ones meditation
Always aware and returning to a breath of peace
If hungry? Eat. If tired? Sleep. Simplify life
For example… What possessions do we truly need?
To question is zen… To question is mindfulness
Ask yourself why one would cling to worldly possessions
But let not a possession cloud ones mind either
Return to your breath upon every reflection
To let go of ones worldly attachments will end the suffering
With everything being impermanent, why attach?
Choosing to move on with mindfulness and peace
Think of others and what you may have to offer them for their needs
A childhood saying… Do unto others what you wish done unto you
And after that thought, we return to the breath once again…
In… and out…
Focusing on the breath, let your thoughts come and go,
Do not dwell on them
Let the thought go…
In… and out…

I thought it said “Welcome”. A month earlier I had driven by, and this mural graced a parking lot. I finally had time to go back and capture this massive and fabulous mural. When I got there, it was about to break ground to become a high rise. I thought 2 things. 1- The mural […]
Aboriginal Art

I dont know what to fucking write; type out zen pages
Anime gay topless asians.
Well that was a weird flex but okay….
Sew an eyeball on your sunny day
Catch a fade with a grenade launcher filled with razor blades
I dont aim just pull the pin
Put my life out on a limb all for you; all in to win
Cause lifes a gamble I trample lifes obstacles
Through space; Im auronotical
Star gazing in the mirror; sober faded jumping off the roof
Im so… freshly dipped I drip like a chocolate covered cone
No… set to trip for; I do bad on my own
Im just a poetic nuissance
Im so reclusive; cant find me
Somebody remind me why I do this…
-Nina
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