(no subject)
deliver me
in rapid succession.
movement flushes out sounding horns of bellowing norm. yes bellowing norm of yellowing storms, greening lights and lakes of mice, crawling and squirming, dark days looming. emitting light sources, inventing 5 turn courses, mic lifting into thorned trees, captivating feelings, entrails showing, swimming swans are swiftly gliding, movement collides, movement hides, with fear and loating, it loses its glowing. movement presses, mind succession. mental progression? is that the word. correct correlation. movement sounds elation. moving bodies of jello, karma minds and encamped bodily minds. wait minds times minds is minds times minds times evil power gustavo. i didnt mean it, but i thought about it and now my mind is toxified, toxicated, with mental pictures emitting, fluids of birth and fluids of blood, soothing noises never felt better than love. love from above. not love from a person, but love from music. each comforting zone, earth embodied souls, moving stars and fixing planets, fix your hair before you go to work, fix your hair before the planet earth, dies and drizzles beneath this sad place of
birth.
and so the song continues, moving on past subconcious, typing mentality waking, my mind is afloat, aloof about its wishes and adament about its goals. its wishes outweight justice. goals over equality, is usually how it happens. there i crossed the line again, and again, and again. no e. sorry no dissapearing act of babies reaching over of age. stop floating u hands of death! stop mimic-ing my movements, stop copying my features. my pride is sinking with every blow, an inch thicker and an inch deeper. sounds floating speakers. captivate what if i started stairing at the letters, will something appear, will time stop and catch its breath? will time stop, whisper something into mine ear? keep it open gustov! your doing such a great job. never look back, keep it pumping. never question keep the mental blocks functioning. fluid of noise and movement, tripping over rocks of stone and birds of clones, flying mechanical arms, ambushing harm, into lockets of hair, remove me from that icy, icy, cold fucking
stare.
so you look, you find the right moment and you strike. you eventually win but u poke at me first, until my body is limp and orange from snow frost and bloody gaps is twitching, eyes gouged by the rims and birds pecking at my devalued rib cage. blood squirt, mental flirting images colors flash and i am of no more than a frozen moment of time. i am the snapshot of a million lives and you cant distinguish one from another. i am frozen between hair line thin slits of time, integrated and crossed over time and time again for desired effect. please retune your radios because we are returning you to your upright position and correct reality. but reality is within a reality, you never can count the levels. you are always in the middle, floating between level 4 and level 5. you never know the difference, but there is no need for you to find out. you are to as live as you once lived, you are to enjoy life and after climbing this gold mountain you are able to fly off its back, saddle up and call your last love that you forgot why u stopped talking to begin with. make a baby and start that older life. make that expression because reality does have its holes, its loops. becareful of looting crooks. hide in the wastebasket because the time has now come. eventful days, losening sleeves, all the worlds crumbling, rising above fire and milk and resistance. fight over your own mind, and that my friend will win you the battle. beat exhausted. mind drifting into driftwood lakes of black and brown. captivated touches, riding horses, and shooting bodies. red razored gutted fish, floating atop bridges, snuggle and smudges, emitting toxic gasses, passing and asking questions how, event full of polar bear eating minds flutter like flies in heavy rotation. mixing relations and loosen tensions. evoke emotions and bend for brighter days. that purple sky is coming soon and i am here to accept it. end transmission, the day is over and so be this mission, purple gifted skies, sometimes death follows close behind me
i
really
wonder
why.
in rapid succession.
movement flushes out sounding horns of bellowing norm. yes bellowing norm of yellowing storms, greening lights and lakes of mice, crawling and squirming, dark days looming. emitting light sources, inventing 5 turn courses, mic lifting into thorned trees, captivating feelings, entrails showing, swimming swans are swiftly gliding, movement collides, movement hides, with fear and loating, it loses its glowing. movement presses, mind succession. mental progression? is that the word. correct correlation. movement sounds elation. moving bodies of jello, karma minds and encamped bodily minds. wait minds times minds is minds times minds times evil power gustavo. i didnt mean it, but i thought about it and now my mind is toxified, toxicated, with mental pictures emitting, fluids of birth and fluids of blood, soothing noises never felt better than love. love from above. not love from a person, but love from music. each comforting zone, earth embodied souls, moving stars and fixing planets, fix your hair before you go to work, fix your hair before the planet earth, dies and drizzles beneath this sad place of
birth.
and so the song continues, moving on past subconcious, typing mentality waking, my mind is afloat, aloof about its wishes and adament about its goals. its wishes outweight justice. goals over equality, is usually how it happens. there i crossed the line again, and again, and again. no e. sorry no dissapearing act of babies reaching over of age. stop floating u hands of death! stop mimic-ing my movements, stop copying my features. my pride is sinking with every blow, an inch thicker and an inch deeper. sounds floating speakers. captivate what if i started stairing at the letters, will something appear, will time stop and catch its breath? will time stop, whisper something into mine ear? keep it open gustov! your doing such a great job. never look back, keep it pumping. never question keep the mental blocks functioning. fluid of noise and movement, tripping over rocks of stone and birds of clones, flying mechanical arms, ambushing harm, into lockets of hair, remove me from that icy, icy, cold fucking
stare.
so you look, you find the right moment and you strike. you eventually win but u poke at me first, until my body is limp and orange from snow frost and bloody gaps is twitching, eyes gouged by the rims and birds pecking at my devalued rib cage. blood squirt, mental flirting images colors flash and i am of no more than a frozen moment of time. i am the snapshot of a million lives and you cant distinguish one from another. i am frozen between hair line thin slits of time, integrated and crossed over time and time again for desired effect. please retune your radios because we are returning you to your upright position and correct reality. but reality is within a reality, you never can count the levels. you are always in the middle, floating between level 4 and level 5. you never know the difference, but there is no need for you to find out. you are to as live as you once lived, you are to enjoy life and after climbing this gold mountain you are able to fly off its back, saddle up and call your last love that you forgot why u stopped talking to begin with. make a baby and start that older life. make that expression because reality does have its holes, its loops. becareful of looting crooks. hide in the wastebasket because the time has now come. eventful days, losening sleeves, all the worlds crumbling, rising above fire and milk and resistance. fight over your own mind, and that my friend will win you the battle. beat exhausted. mind drifting into driftwood lakes of black and brown. captivated touches, riding horses, and shooting bodies. red razored gutted fish, floating atop bridges, snuggle and smudges, emitting toxic gasses, passing and asking questions how, event full of polar bear eating minds flutter like flies in heavy rotation. mixing relations and loosen tensions. evoke emotions and bend for brighter days. that purple sky is coming soon and i am here to accept it. end transmission, the day is over and so be this mission, purple gifted skies, sometimes death follows close behind me
i
really
wonder
why.