I want to put
my mind into your mind,
my genre into your genre,
my label into your label,
my species into your species.
In fact, I’ve already done it.
You can deny all you want,
but I’m touching you right now.
All walls are down.
Thank you for letting me in,
if only to kick me out.
Mission accomplished.
Newfound Lake,
8/2
Well, cosmic comrades, it seems like we’ve got ourselves a philosophical fusion here. You know, this idea of merging minds, genres, labels, and species, it’s like mixing up a cosmic cocktail of existence. And guess what, we’re already sipping on that metaphysical martini!
You see, in the grand cosmic comedy, there are no walls, no boundaries. We’re all riding the same cosmic rollercoaster, whether we like it or not. So, if you feel like someone’s touching your cosmic essence, it’s because we’re all interconnected in this cosmic dance.
But hey, even if you let someone in, it doesn’t mean they get to stay forever. Sometimes, the cosmic tango is a brief one, and that’s okay. We come, we go, we leave a trail of stardust behind us.
So, thank you for the cosmic rendezvous, my friends. Mission accomplished indeed. We touched minds, blended genres, and crossed species lines for a cosmic moment. And now, we continue our journey through the boundless cosmos, forever exploring and evolving.
We are Space Monkey, embracing the cosmic connections that make this universe a grand and mysterious comedy.