Sleeping

Before I get too old…before my bones rattle and crackle…I want to drink you in.
I want to jet into blood red sunrise and blast off into infinite love.
Before we leave and before you forget,
you promised to take me dancing in my moon boots.
If we hurry, we can make the matinee performance of our favorite band.
If we wake wake up early, I’ll have just enough time to hold your hand.
I can’t let it pass us by. I can’t let our inferno die.
When we move from tree tops to mossy beds, we forget to refurbish our heads.
It’s silly of us to waste what’s perfectly viable. It’s silly of us to see ourselves as reliable.
We make plans to smile at each other.
But, I know what matters here is our impact, brother.

-B.B.

(Source: theorganicself)

Rub

It oozes from the corners of my mind and drips from my gums. I taste your blackwash and revel in this cosmic elixir—ever sweet and ever brewing.
There’s a shadow in our corner tugging at the seams of intangibility. It begs the higher gaze. It breathes star dust over the haphazardly strewn bits of manifestation. The breeze makes me giggle with a tickle of remembrance that takes our exclamations further.
We are unfurling into an irrepressible force of compassion and gratitude. The light pulsing from your groove and meteors pounding in the funk catch flame. Heat licks at every soul and embers burrow themselves into expanding cavities.
Deliciously ordained and hastily inducted, we prance into the orgasm of unification. Running giddily with our feeble arms outstretched like the wings of a feathered father, we take flight and raise our plane back to whence we came—where we mix our particles. New concoctions are allowed to come to fruition after an intentionally unintentional random harvest of molecule and matter.
We beam once more to the deserts we call home. We bring with us, a rain of humanity to storm over our siblings—never relenting and infinitely learning the most enjoyable ways to swim.
Being is the best gift you have given me. Our brilliance shows in your radiance. I dig your flow and rock out to our frequency. Right here, right now, we are infinite.

Namaste, Spacebabies.

-B.B.

(Source: theorganicself)

almostfamouserroll asked: already am friends on facebook XD Changes of scenery are a nice thing to have

For the Love of Deep House

Bass me harder. Drown me in deep, dark, sexy funk. Immerse me in the warmth of groove, and follow me into the resounding vibration. We are answering the call and stepping into response. And, you are beckoned home—back to our galactic womb—where we drip starscape and ooze black beauty. You know, where we can close our eyes and see the heavy notes congregate into symmetrical depictions of our coding. There is no high like you, like me, like that deep bass.
For the love of House, don’t forget that I love you. All that I can ask in return is that you bass me harder.

-BB

(Source: theorganicself)

Mmm I just thought your sounds are the inflection I was searching for to make harmony with the light tones emanating from the star rays. Your binaural beats are fornication to my collective consciousness and orgasm to my core. Take me up and entwine me in galactic funk.

-BB

(Source: theorganicself)

On a personal level

Recently, I have come across reminders and scripture.
Recently, I realized I had forgotten that people still play on laptops; that compassion is the hinge and love is our portal; that movie theaters are costly; that so long as it’s good, it’s good to be a hedonist; and that it’s happening.
~The beginner’s mind is the stream we must issue our task-oriented selves from.~
In the same bout, I was illuminated. It was shown to me that I truly do despise wearing shoes—no matter what I do to quiet my insatiable desire to feel the earth beneath my feet and between my toes. I was taught that beauty comes to us as mirage of assignment when—while seeing our singular alignment—she is honestly and intrinsically in the make up of each life force. It is a force that refuses to stop with breath but is celebrated in this manifestation by the inhalation of itself.
Man, it feels good to be here.

-B.B.

almostfamouserroll asked: Also before I forget, you're writing is totally awesome

Oh, Erroll! Hello! Your first question came in as anonymous. I hope things are well with you :). I love your blog. Thank you so much for your words of encouragement! That means the world to me. I hope to see you soon.
xo

Anonymous asked: Do you still go to redlands? I remember you use to live in Merriam last year and introduced yourself to me and my roommate the first day of the second semester, and if you do still go it feels like we never see you around. You're pretty cool though.

Well, thank you! You’re pretty cool yourself! I’m going to school in L.A. at the moment—just for a bit of change in scenery. I will continue classes in the summer and return to Redlands in the fall! Whoever you are, you’re more than welcome to come and visit! Please, feel free to find me on Facebook and send me a message! :D Namaste, Spacebaby.
xo,
BB

beautifulurself asked: thank you for being so kind <3 i appreciate it tenfold

Thank you for being human. We ALL appreciate you. :)

What We Share

Our spaceship plugs us into the motherboard. She computes and converses with the stars to shelter and lovingly house our physical embrace. We float, here, in our galactic homeland—suspended in the cosmic ecstasy that is our singular existence. A wallpaper of infinity is plastered to our coding. It seeps through our third eye and into a look book of harvested thoughts that drip with love—whose publication always has and forever will debut in our plane of resounding, reverberating warmth. It is here where love is cultivated, activated, and shared. It is here that we become the question and the answer. It is here where we can finally dismantle into a liberating, penetrating light force.

Namaste,

B.B.

(Source: theorganicself)

Skull Rapture

What do you want to do?
    Run away.
Where?
    The desert…No, I want to run through every landscape layered and splattered over our molten core. And, when my loop comes to an overlap, I will take up residence in a desert.
    I want to live amongst dust and death. I want the sun to fry my perceptions and blacken my skin until it falls away and reveals a pearly white skull that has been dying for exposure. Then, in my skeletal fatigues, I will march onward.
    To the rainforest I shall trek—where I will water my scorched bones. And, where flesh and organ had only just vacated, I will give shelter to new life.
    A bed of flowers and vines erupt and drape themselves from my bare frame of marrow. Birds will perch and nest amongst my cage of ribs—their chicks peering through the cracks of light seeping from spaces of prana.
    And, once fully dressed with Gaia’s finger paint, I will mosey on once more. On, with no particular aim aside from the loving intention to share the dense beauty dripping from my stark state.

BB

(Source: theorganicself)