a place a time a lost time
a place a time a lost time
it’s worth it
fomo
forgetter
forget her
innocents killed by the stupidest creeps ever born
a world torn
by cowering
to a fucking imbecile
glory glory to all the warmongers and their fucking misery
i hope hell is real just so that toilet rump forever boils to a crisp
…
a big bang
a tangerine
a little twisting
hammering
glamour wing
clamor sing
disappear into the opening
the hopening
happening
alone upone and stammering
backwards fling
tracker
to the beginning of the beginning
on the way to
fire
sorry it has been a while
the world has been dissolving
and I was sick too
this goes out to the people traumatized, for no reason other than someone’s evil, actual evil
above it all above it all above it all
psychological warfare on the world
is it good enough?
who cares!
I mean
what are we even doing at this point
I invite the light
and I would kindly say
I invite the light
I invite the light
every day every day at the edge of the cliff
drown in sound
watching the watching the
death of truth
may the swords be
fallen on
it can happen here
it is happening here
it is happening here
it is happening here
joyless men, here to take you
what a disgrace
just
make music? I don’t know
not thy revery
I know it has basically ruined everything and so
SORRY I’ve been gone
doing things such as
go around and around and around
choose pride and fear is triangle eyes
a temple, leaving
tapestries on the wall
who are you from one moment to the next? the same? sure?
I’ll make a way through
and wind the depth perception
into a close taught brick wall,
taut
and locked
kriss kross a loss
is it true
is the endless creep of creep true
it’s true
it’s very disconcerting oh
very disconcerting indeed
we are greater than
at least we could be
together
oh my why would I want to try to fly beyond
what away to speak of
adult times
the world of sadists and miserable people
dominating bullies and creeps
how to believe
it’s not a game
let it be me and the sea and the wash of endless reverb
as good as
forgotten dreams
a mimicry
obscene
or on… world
I’m still there
remember when you
whispered in my ear
or was it
everyone?
waste time, waste mind, remind
teach
in a place that maybe didn’t exist
or did exist for a moment
or in a moment outside of time
that we relived already a thousand times
before living it for the first time
and it was easy to laugh it off
it was fun to wonder
it was fun to wander
meet me in that time and space meet me here
now
pass along
the word is
iii
a perfect take for a perfect song by a perfect musician
you know
really get out there
translated as
blank space
the hiding
the vulnerable
the insecure
the wonder there
behind everyone
behind the cloud
always back here it seems
teach me the dance
like, I mean, honestly, oh me oh my, is it dark
ice age
rampant idiocy
we all pay
make me heart throb
make me make me yes
a little less of this
a little less of that
a little bit missed
a little wit
a little
where to make the mark, at the end
I always planned
to never give up
this was always the way
this was always the way
I always said
I’d let you know
this was always the plan
this was always the plan
I always pray
you’ll let me pray
this is always mine
this is always mine
I never said
I’d never read
the words invisible
the words invisible
just play the cello in the morning and worry about it later