motivation and block surprise
intention blown in the endemic journey
float us now in alcohol so we do not break the fall of communication when we loosen our tongues in vibratory enhancment...


juxtaposed to what? what do we we know except a loss of purpose that will break us in my divine

i'll lose my soul and chain myself to time with plastic zip ties standing on a plastic plate.....wish i had a plastic whiffle ball bat to beat the plastic out of this plastic intensive verse

blank thoughts are shaded with pencils that have the "#2" scratched out with a climatic hand in tow

if it breaks in shame then perhaps i'm to blame and if i'm deceiving myself i'll never know


i've only ever loved in a dream in one game after another as jaded as you could be under the couvers

i could be mistaken but you're more and more shaken at the time this has taken to read nothing at all so....

i've got my shit, i'll let you say goodbye