It's hard to think when you are walking
through extremely cold temperatures.
Max trains were like bobsleds,
and the lamp post light
felt like an oven.
Don't care to see passed the
unplanned unexplained unpredictable
focal point of my life.
and what's this news about
a bunch of birds falling dead from
the sky and fish dying in the same 10 to 12
mile radius?
I'm not sure where it happened, but either
way it's still very strange nonetheless.
taking comfort in that
makes living seem more easier.
-alright pickles....do your thing!
Portland's strangest duo publishes their literature
This site is an ongoing collection of poems/prose/journals/jargon written by the master of ceremonies [Maxwell Sunshine] and producer [Jacob Starfish] of the Portland Hip Hop group EXPLORERS OF THE DREAMWORLD.
Most of these writings sat undisturbed within the pages of old notebooks and stowed away in cardboard boxes - unseen from any strangers or spirits. That is where they remained for some time, practically forgotten, if not for a Portland folklorist/archeologist [Hogwash Dupree] who, in 2022, managed to assemble a large crew & convoy to navigate the treacherous territory & investigate some of the many outstanding rumors of accursed anathemas. All the while, building the trust of the duo with the hopes of publishing their writings online.
If you would like to contact Mr. Sunshine or Mr. Starfish directly, we recommend you email EXPLORERSOFTHEDREAMWORLD@GMAIL.COM.
As for Mr.Dupree, he can be reached at HOGWASH.DUPREE@GMAIL.COM.
We thank you for your visit today & hope you take away something of value.
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