Fire-Toolz Lyrics
Here you will find all the lyrics to every published Fire-Toolz song from every album except for the first one. They are organized by album, newest to oldest.If you've decided you don't want to read my lyrics, the least you could do is buy or download my music, stream my music, buy my shit, or buy me a coffee! š
Breezeš“ Everything & Everywhere Is Grace (Heaven Is A Decision I Must Make) feat. Sam Greenfield
Please, Iām not ready to die!
Sweep & mop, drag in the Chewy delivery, flatten the box, forget tomorrow is trash day, empty bags of litter sand (or lug them upstairs).
The dishwasher opens & closes & opens & closes & opens again.
Say goodbye to my insects.
Grieve their slow fade.
Cheer them on unbearably.
Big things coming soon!
Give SĆ¼ki treats.
Replenish the bird seed.
Watch my littles feed.
& they scurry as I open the back door to let Layla out to pee on the lawn I paid a Republican to mow.š“ To Every Squirrel Who Has Ever Been Hit By A Car, Iām Sorry & I Love You. feat. Nylist, Lipsticism
Radiating sparkles.
Resting, maybe sleeping.
Matter alive in a manner.
Lightās made of you.
I could read all of you through the oily layers of the eye.
Lightning up the optic nerve.
Animated.
We look onto the far side of the aperture.
Slip into a windsweep.
Rays of my palms pointing fingers at your final location.
Dear sweet backlit nerve-endings, I have sent you my protection in the form of God in the form of sleep & flying & some version of time.
Rest in peace, you aching shelter.
You may now devour the planet.
Your first breath, free of compounds & grief, windswept & twitching & drinking from my birdbath.
I hope this bug is a bunny is a bear radiating sparkles everywhere.
A potential to have accelerated.
The road to heaven is paved in none other than asphalt.
Iād have held you in travel if I had known you before.
Iām healing you from here.
Not shaking.
Not running, screaming.
A retroactive process & a pre-birth perceiving.
Getting sorted out & stronger & learning to see.
One candle per body.
Many of you get multiple candles.
May as well light some for the rocks.
I know youāre hopping around.
Micro-forests of corpses & divinity.
I hope youāre hopping around, my lovelies.
I canāt wait to hop around with you one day when this is over.
āX-ray of the spine.ā
āImaging the teeth.ā
āImaging the skeleton."
āPhalanges.ā
āInside the gall bladder.ā
āInterstellar mucus-producing cells.ā
āHumanity is now faced with a stark choice.
Evolve, or die.āš“ That Makes A Lot Of Sense. Given What You've Been Through.
I seriously fucking promise to cry more than I scream!
From now on!
To just sit in that breeze & suck in my burnt blood.
Emergence: A firey light slinking around a cavity.
What I wouldnāt give to relax in the stomachās mouth & turn into lovely loving love-goo.
I spill them like Iām brave.
The butterfly that I am.
The butterfly that I am.š“ Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window feat. Cole Pulice
I switched off an awareness of that bubble.
I didn't think of my companion body double until I drove away packed in metal.
It's like a dream I wake up from every morning.
Into a new dream, I swim through struggling.
Our love-making guiding rays travel through my covering at odd angles.
It makes rainbows on my floor, but I have trouble feeling that it's the same sun who has always been there for me.
The same moon pulsing insight from inside me.
The same mountain who is me.
The same reflection rooted in a cavity with a name that means virtually nothing.š“ The Envy Of The Heavenly Powers
Keep this outside visionās eyes.
Pixel seeing.
Little spies.
Force field.
Lens flare.
I will rest nigh.
White light speared.
Rainbow light frizzled, burnt, smeared.
Affirmations utter me.
Singing sunray hash-fried glee.
Arenāt I abundant?
Arenāt I so safe?
When thereās a warning, Iām safe & in danger.
Iām safe from the danger.š“ Sibling Sun, Sibling Moon, White Concrete Steeped In Celestial Light
I Sibling Sun 0:00 - 1:10
II Sibling Moon 1:11 - 2:11
III White Concrete Steeped In Celestial Light - 2:12 - endš“ Thin Neck Of The Woods
There is a place where the depths of God, the depths of hell, & the depths of the soul are the same.š“ Labyrinthian EMDR
I never knew this room was here.
Key shielded behind the shields.
Swept away.
Little dive.
Falling through hands that look like faces.
Dusted downward in an oubliette.
I canāt see the light here.
I donāt even wanna see the light here.
Why donāt I wanna see the light here?!
A paint-splattered storm.
A mind to forget about it in the lotus flower seeds & web-set glitter.
What grows from mind is made for shame.
Liberation transforms a broom closet.
Light peaks when the mirror comes.
False alarms script a world thatās dying, but the pain is just coming to a head.
I see this light reflected in me, forcing me to reckon oblivions of births.
Everything never processed. I never knew how.š“ RE: Official Request For Reciprocal Indwelling Procedure
Every day fuzz around my ribs.
20 maybe 10 degrees.
Slips of shhh coming through the little cleft so I can smell the lake.
Ice friends enter.
Dissipate with the cosmos in my red, blue, purple-leaning lights.
There must be another, & another, & another breakfast spot.
Sew my undergarments to this maze.
Parking lots for geese.š“ Asparagus Pee, SETI, & The Gift Of Tears
I Asparagus Pee 0:00 - 0:40
II SETI: 0:40 - 2:41
III The Gift Of Tears: 3:41 - endThe cataclysm shield above.
I stay wrapped up.
I stay in bed.
Who am I now?
Am I dead?
Please let me go back to live instead.
I stared at the walls.
I dreamt of a field.
I bounced in the clouds.
All before I healed.
The power to be here now.
A new earth to manifest.
Iād like to be finished with this. Done, cozy, blissed, blessed.
Iām the daybreak in a shipwreck.
Iām a kitty in a window forever.
I can feel my name in the hologram.
I can trace it in the great book.
I cannot utter it.
I look out, looking downward.
Skin on fire with a Moonpal heartbeat.
I am willing to take a look.
I am traveling down under until the depths & I are familiars.š“ A Considerate Amount Of Pining, An Invasive Species Of Spiritual Anguish, Some Kind Of Knot To Tie, Sitting Tight, Peering Between Planks, Palms Are Sweaty, Momās Spaghetti feat. Joseph Trahan
Army men eating toxic waste.
Toxic waist.
Listen to the geese.
Listen to me: Liberty, guns, beer, & Trump.
But I raise you this- Nonduality.
Rather than kill me...
Are you gonna kill me, man?
Open the door to another dimension.
Cryptic functions compute truth in lines of sight.
Thereās no removing the haze of photonic molecules from light.
From soulless to solace, thereās no connection.
No seed of being.
No nodes.
No auras.
No right.
Without us, literally the only-begotten one.
The only fucking one!
Thatās us!
Iād like to guide you into old age.
Iād like to love you.
It is time to melt into one another.
No war!
No war!
No more!
No war!
No more!
No war!
No more!
āIt really felt like I was in a really, really expanded state.
& I would say really boundless & being able to see things coming into shape & form & understanding them in a different way than I had before.āš“ It Is Happening Again (Enmeshment As A Winged Spindle)
Slow crawling tearing.
Let us zoom in.
Photons dancing inside the thick flowing glowing glue.
Stinging & sparkling cuts.
It is happening again.
It is happening again.
The threads have never dissolved, but I remain protected.
Propping my imagining eye open like fire in the sky.
Running screaming from my mind.
Grace just makes me face it.
No forces, only spotlights.
Grace just whispers from the field when the river is primordial & the surface quivers with pain.
The soil is shifting in circles.
Worms finding new thruways. Angel, take her hand.
Let her lead you into the waters.š“ The Pain-Body (Child Synergy Tears) feat. Jordan Reed, Nick Krueger
Demons hungry.
They want to feed.
Oversoul can see they ache for pain.
Love them by starving them.
Watch them disappear.
Interject agape.
Flowy glowy sparkling veins;
I feel them shrivel as they mirror.
Iām thankful.
Iām grateful.
Iām hopeful in the snow.
āNo hope = no fearā but this hope could not be afraid.
Be not afraid.š“ Removed From Everything & Everywhere Is Grace feat. COCOJOEY
Hawk-eye every eveningās moon.
The liquidās lights switch on.
Please remember the trash goes out tonight.
Spinning cold then spinning off.
Whirlwind.
Spinning cold then spinning off.
Gardening nothing.
Cozy constantly.
Hiding in my path.
Morphing feeling.
Incessant beaming.
No idea why.
I am upset because I see something that is not there.š“ It Is Happening Again (Thank You, Council Of Saturn!)
āAngel, itās not happening again.ā
Float down your cove with ease.
If you feel your hand lifting, paddle gently, effortlessly.
āI wanna be a cloud.ā
Into the cloud you are.
This prickly grief teaches me.
I knew the end had come when you charmed our necks with celeste.
I sunk in the halves.
The fastening stung.
I could spit on your couch from here.
Weāve lost nothing at all.
Weāve lost nothing.
Listen to your voice.
Drown me out sometimes.
Pummeling ideas at you like youāre in a batting cage.
All around everything is dying.
āAttention is the rarest & purest form of generosity.āš“ Mantra-ing & Golgotha: Double-Bind (Prequel)
{ 0:00 - 1:16 Ritual, 1:17 - 2:40 Request, 2:41+ Prayer }
Om.
Please, or if you want, love my arms.
Love my legs.
Want to touch me.
Want to feel the shape of
everything.
Memorize it.
Want to electrify you & me slowly, slowly, please, so I remember everything, so I can see when itās over.
So I remember everything, so I can see it when itās over.
Eyes closed.
Wide awake.
Unprovoked.
Years pass.
A body running itself.
Never asked.
Never hunted.
Twitching, seething, self-fulfilling, stuck to my skin.
Little help?
Okay, I know youāre helping.
Iām just too afraid to know it.š“ Soaked: Another Name For Everything
{ 0:00 - 0:53 Spring Home, 0:54 - 0:58 Mantra, 0:59+ Summer Home }
"Let your spirit grow in fullness & abundance to fill the continent with this healing energy being channeled through your connection to a source of infinite compassion."
"Om Namah Shivaya."š“ I Couldn't Have Been BoRn At ThE wRoNg TiMe Because I Was Never Even Born LOL!
In a boat, in a float.
Praying takes me away to a mansion Iāve always heard it could be.
Iām safe in a cove of what I heard you say.
Even demon voices become lucid now.
It was a Wednesday night.
Slow motion snow-lit drive.
Watching my garage open, beaming green.
Wonāt the light of love shine through & the love of light ensue?
Sometimes I donāt want to heal at all.
Just let go of me!
You can let me go now, please.
Iām talking to you, me.
The wounded self must be released.š“ Inlet / Paraklesis { 0:00 - 0:27 Inner Bonding, 0:28 - 1:44, Extreme Psychological Pain, 1:45+ Hope Light }
Power-washing the sky.
Fountains situated at the top. Existential wailing.
It feels filled up but itās not.
But it seems so deep.
I thought it might drain.
Just oozing out.
The stream falls.
Never hits the ground.
Drain or transmute or transcend or whatever the fuck, man.
Clean up!
Wake up!
Grow up!
Show up!š“ A Thin Place
Adults cross their arms.
A child shrieks and runs.
Smug sugary fiction.
Wait for the spark of circumstance.š“ The Great Allower
{ 0:00 - 2:38 [A->B] Death, 2:39 - 3:07 Metanoia, 3:08 - 3:17, Integrating, 3:18+ Restoration Of The Gaze Pt 1 }
Solar plexus coughing, coughing, coughing.
The green light blowing through it like a bath.
Thatās my value-vow-destiny.
Turn the lights on!
Turn on the lights of the world.
My deepest river is a distorted voice.
Itās your voice!
The planet sweats & shivers to keep me alive.
Donāt let me ignore it.
I know you will.
Youāll allow anything within the laws superintended.
I wanna walk out of this house today tripping over my own gradient.
Iāll spew it all into everyoneās mouths.
Iāll eat it up & milk it & drool it out.
Slimy footsteps.
So many footsteps.
I wanna see them slip & fall & hit their heads.
Watch them empty out.
Watch the love & light pour in.
Make me a fucking instrument of peace!!!!!!!
I know you will.
Youāll create anything within the laws superintended.š“ Gleam Beam
Rectangle sun.
Glaze & gaze.
Sling beam flare.
Splattered skin.
Forgiven sin.
Honeymoon.
I remember you now & what you look like.
Itās secure & for sure.
Weāre practicing staring & bearing the light.
It goes white.
Desperate to dispel illusions of living up to something that isnāt there.š“ Everything & Everywhere Is A Divine Mirror
Itās hard to soak in the voices I hear in the lawnmower knowing what itās doing to us.
There are neurons firing, screening our lila.
Dancing divinely in 3 persons.
Everything & everywhere is a mirror.
It measures tiny little mirrors like black holes sprinkled about this breath.
The ants try to climb the blades with so much on their backs.
I watch them struggle.
I project my hell like a Playskool flashlight run into the ground.
Iāll never forget the shapes they made on my ceiling & on my face.
There are neurons firing, screening our lila.
I felt some kind of paradox deafening my discernment.
There resides mystique: The Great Mystery.
Itās as rich & as deep as ever now.
There are neurons firing, screening our lila.š“ Above All Else I Want To See
{ 0:00 - 2:41 Entering The Rainbow, 2:42+ Wormhole Of Wind & Thick Light Greyish Blue Dust }
āWhat you hate is what I love.
Nakedness.
Failure.
Woundedness.ā
On another planet strange worlds scream into me.
I want to see.
Where am I?
āWhere I Am.ā
Is this where I go?
What is coming soon?
Am I this?
āThis I Am.ā
Are you coming with me?
Are you me?
What am I?
āWhat I Am.āš“ Novaturient Wave-Form Collapse
{ 0:00 - 4:39 Restoration Of The Gaze Pt 2, 4:40+ A Mystifying World Of Sobbing & Light (to be continued) }
Some day I hope I go deep.
Whelve me up, eunoia.
Solivagant moonstruck Adonai.
Most days Iāve got no idea.
Alone on a swing.
Twin flames keep the bees from flying in.
Bottomless mineshafts seated in my face.
Self-opia.
Flood into whatās full.
Bottomless wineglass sewn into oversoul.
Lifting hands again.
This time it feels real.
Self-opia.
Float into whatās full.
I will not use the body's eyes today.š“ Soda Lake With Game Genie
Iām relieved to repeat that youāre going to go
Thereās no way you actually know
There is still secret pain bursting rain from your soul
Through your body collapsing on this path through the meadow
Punishment & love trip the light
Who will end up my strategy?
Who will I fight?
Every week you meet you
I tremble
Do you know your skeleton?
Iām oozing spiky gelatin
A rainbow shell within
I canāt landscape fast enough to pardon the strain & stress in my skin
Canāt be bothered to remember to move forward into quietude
Interlude to a new beatitude
Oh Lord stretch out my soul
This is why I chose this life
To stretch out my soul like a fawn in the face of fear until I compress my tears into a heavenly waterfallš“ Vedic Software ~ Wet Interfacing
Iām a thought inside the one thinking
Iām thinking inside the one thought
Dancing in a ball room in which there is no material
Asking for swirling color
Physiological confirmation
But that's not your speaking sound
Gleam
Green
Gleam
Then blue
Squeeze the samba into a cube
Powerless I connect in the dark
Confirm our correspondence with goose flesh
Dizzy dreamer or plight
Faithless in light
Thunder in fright
Red life
Higher burning fires hire angel friars
Infinite immediacy of no mediation
No longer no delusion of no contact
Eternal essence is a contract
Eternal essence is a contract
Eternal essence is a contract
I keep to myself & to you to feel whole & real
Hidden in annointation
Gleaming green then blueš“ A Moon In The Morning
Self-radiant rays of radiation kickstart an environment of cultivation of potentiality for catalyst in which it may occur where the recognition of self, by self, of the self-healing properties of self self-heals
Muscles default to tension- progressive relaxation
Radical renunciation
Repentant returning to one-ing trains the rigid rope melting
A grace offering back to it all
A mended thread is mending everything
Another name for everything
For incarnation integration into the soft bed of infinity
The feeling of chewing on dirt
The thought and the porcupine prick
The veil and the councils, the rings of Saturn, the two Yahwehs, and the negative veins coursing through our world
Gardeners, pull up my weeds and feed them to me like embodiment would
Create a high & rooted world
I Can't Die As Wellš“ Holy Tether
āWhat a liberation to realize that the voice in my head is not who I am.
Who am I then?
The one who sees that.āš“ Mosquito Mouth
Mosquitos born of me
Leave a trail of slime
Everywhere I slip
Traps set by the scent I send
Set sail in silence
Into the sunset where you belong
Thereās no fucking way youāre supposed to be here
All sticky and stuck
Everyone wishes you luck
Take classes in order to un-suck your life from the walls that soak up sunlight
In the small halls of our house
There is no fucking way youāre supposed to be here
I should be alone with these slithering friends
Whom my sharp shooting brushes against
In a way without theories
Without worry, just fury
Just furry little friends
Never doubting my love
Just running from the sounds they donāt understand
And yet they understand because they donāt understand
So they understand everything
I barely understand anything
AI is running the show
Iām the projector
Youāre the screen
I take the fall
I am the front lines
I am the fall
Or this infection is
I taste something not far from my tongue
What is it
Mosquitos probably
Flooding, flooding, floating
Iām making dinner with equanimity and spice
Iām making a fire so we can be warm and nice
Iām making our meals now
You donāt have to work hard anymore
Iām making you feel good now
You donāt have to worry anymore
Fill my mouth with mosquitos
Let their venom mix with mine
Let their venom mix with mine
Fill my mouth with mosquitos
Let their venom mix with mineš“ The World Is A Yellow Brush-Fire & I Am No Longer Afraid To Surrender
("Angel, it's not happening again.
The things that happened in your past are not happening now.")
Where is your gleam?
Turning up pillows
Second dose silent & sun-risen absent
("I'm not going anywhere!
I want to be with you!")
You pour out everything I wished for
("I don't feel trapped.
I'm entirely wanting and willing!")
Ballet
Sensual
Sealing in my body
You are everything I prayed for
("I enthusiastically want to be with you!")
I wish I could put my ear up to your heart
("I love you!")
& hear how much you love meš“ I Can't Die As Well
I guess itās not so bad
Living for reasons
Other than loving life
Bar & block is mirage is suffering is germination
Contamination in the spurious self
Veilās a little thick donāt you think
Anyway...
At least I canāt die
The Great Allower (Mutants Mix Vol. 6 compilation)š“ The Great Allower
Solar plexus.
Coughing coughing coughing.
The green light blowing through it like a bath.
Thatās my value-vow-destiny.
Turn the lights on.
Turn on the lights of the world.
My deepest river is a distorted voice.
Itās your voice!
The planet sweats & shivers to keep me alive.
Donāt let me ignore it.
I know you will.
Youāll allow anything within the laws superintended.
I wanna walk out of this house today tripping over my own gradient.
Iāll spew it all into everyoneās mouths.
Iāll eat it up & milk it & drool it out.
Slimey footsteps.
So many footsteps.
I wanna see them slip & fall & hit their heads.
Watch them empty out.
Watch the love & light pour in.
Make me a fucking instrument of peace!!!!!!!
I know you will.
Youāll create anything within the laws superintended.
BIO BLADE (split 7" w/ R23X)š“ I Was Born At The Wrong Time
Somehow I was born wrong
Documents got mixed up or something
I'll bet our higher selves planned this shit
I'll bet the wrong time is right, isnāt it?
All is well and wisely put I guess
but what about those who move away & leave their pets?
This broken system that scoffs at every feel we felt?
& all this healing that just wonāt take?
I donāt fit in this absence of light
The puzzleās in progress
A silver cord around my waist
No reason to trust a choice made in the illusory dark
My guardians have me pinned down
Itās why Iām still here standing in my yard
Watching the bunnies eat
ETERNAL HOMEš“ ā In The Pinewaves ā
These rocks absolutely must become jewels by
First light tomorrow
When I do the dishes
Somewhere, arguing
Rehearsing fixing everyone
Turning up slate slabs for signs Iām heard
I put it down
The oscillation
I hear it tones muscles
Bullshit!
Iām owed strength now
I just wonāt work
Just make me face it
In the pinewaves
Iām not paying for a mantra!
Whatās stopping it from landing?!š“ guardian angel bear
Iām no body but the body wonāt follow suit
It happens by itself
In the illusory sea of square pegs & round roles
This is how separation appears
Shoulder-angel! ā
Force-feed me! ā
Help me! ā
Help me guardiansš“ Odd Cat Sanctuary
But conscious clenching shutting down
Grace fueling my online connection
Flowing kicking in
Softer allowing on
We may as well be mushrooms
What is evolution going for??!?!
When my embers frantically fly
As nerves thump in the bathtub
The formless is the essence that animates form
The formless animates form
The formless & the form are one
["True divinity is the only reality"]
["Flowing kicking in,
Softer allowing on"]
Corroborate with the being in the back of the brains!
Surrender!
Those deep porous color-blobs at the brink of abuse
It was a birthday party, a predictable cycle
Strange infuriating path >>> Warm nurturing bath
Pull appears as drive!š“ Yearning = Alchemical Fire
I send some cradling
It is the ground you have
I am no one
I send you some way to see
With no name
I'd love to tell you
In dedication, in honor, in silence
I send you a single perfect sphere somehow
A call to know, a different mirror this time
Some voice or nudge so you see this Source I still somehow do not know that I seeš“ Shenpa Indicator Light!!!
["A lot of the path is ongoing obediential fidelity to the unconsummated longings."]
The sparkle of hurt wiggles wormlike home
Address it in a night gown
Like a bear by the fire
No nightmares here now
Deep sleep cradling will follow
Dry reflection, bad reception
No compassion, no affection
Before the golden dawn I heard
The answer to the question
"Is it safe to open?"
I love the leaves youāre dreaming in
Irrigating my treasure chest
Imbuing body with sizzling
Personifying the synonymš“ --> Ā¶rogressive --> Ā¶ath -->
Thereās a slit in your heart
Shiny & new
It seems like Sheās pissing through you
No static, no superlative
My child & my relative
Mystic Son, Science Mother
Bonded in our honor
I donāt mean for them to fight
āI am the light of the world
This is my only function
That is why I am hereā
That is why I am hereš“ Umbilical Cord Blood
Mistaking sense for other senses
The sense to detect such is stunted
An awkward dinner date with the Scientist & the Mystic
Pin-pointing the source of gentle giant energy
Guiding home what I scan for
Thereās no weakness in guidance
What could not be guided ultimately
This is absolutely Brahman ultimately
It is guidance
It is grace
Drip into my veins
Runneth
Poureth
Tip me overš“ "Lellow< "Birbs<
Weāre on concrete while the trees let go around us
The puppies visit us & they go home to watch the news
The scent of macho sports dad-isms faintly murmurs
But the light that proves love is real is louder
When it burns past these trees
I donāt want anyone on my lawn either
I donāt want to own anything
I only ache to be safe & understand safe
If youāre with me, come sit & share
Letās fumble amidst words that barely point to the holy moon
I canāt hear silence through the body alarms of possible pained predator persistence closing in
Itās always a nice day when we can be nice togetherš“ ŠÆubber Band ļæ¦rist
Photons bursting in air
Hours after seething cyanide
Floated under the floor
A subtler hook drifted by
Caught your feet for today
["Yes, but one's experience of the brain,
and one's experience of anything else is an appearance in consciousness.
In fact, nobody does ever, or has ever, or indeed could ever
experience anything outside of consciousness."]š“ [ Maternal ā„ Havening ]
["They were made of a whitish, bluish light,
and the arm looked like robes to me,
& it was like, flowing energy,
so it was really just this idea of a form
more so than an actual solid form."]
My child, myself, seems to reign
My mother, myself, runs fingertips up her forehead
Through our hair
Palm tops on socket caves
Instead of prayer
Or direct feed
Haven & squeeze
I huff, I puff, & blow my house down
["I'm tired of being tired of not being awake.
This life is exile from home!
You can't go home until you're ready.
You gotta pass your exams."]š“ (e)y(e)s w/o a %brain%
["Have you allowed that familiar yet mysterious being we call 'plant' to teach you its secrets?"]š“ To Make Home, Be Home
["The fallen angels are us.
End of story."]
Ego wreck worms in Elysian dreams
Wavering still-frames
Rays through plastic & paint
Warping shadow fantasyland
Place placements in my hand
Feet on the ground
Looking, I listen
Head tilted slightly up
Something's transmitting
This Dreamstreet I drove to ripple & refection
& swarming still dandelion dancing inflection
& the hissing breezeš“ Thick_flowy_glowy_sparkly_stingy_pain.mpeg
The sting that slings belief
The lessons that taught themselves
With no adult chaperones
Of wisdom hearts & softly true nudges
Iāve always known it was somehow
Possible to hatch
When I saw that the thing was fine
I realized I was in a lava-proof boat
Itās all right there burning
Wow, look at it!
The Thick Flowy Glowy Sparkly Stingy Pain
How I ride it into the sunset
How I ride it awayš“ Where on EARTH is my SaccidaĢnanda?
["It's like the system is in a constant state of fight or flight mode.
It's in a constant state of stress.
Where is the next hit from life gonna come from?"]
Where in the world is my saccidaĢnanda?!
I sampled everything there is to learn!
& my intellect paved the way!
That dirty yellow prism floating in my head
Turmoil in progress
āNothing real is threatened
Nothing unreal existsā
Herein lies my dumb ass
If I belong, Iāll need a raft
Stiffened
Reluctant to look around
Wrap me up in clouds
Shield me from the mirrors
Glances made of knives sometimes
But when the birds arrive
To feast upon my eyes
The cosmos tastes me in my coffee
["Have I met the devil? Well...
Whenever I hear my voice saying 'I', 'me,' or 'mine,'
A little trigger goes off in my attention.
Beware"]š“ Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window
I love the brilliant sun
I'm in the light that's bent
Is it beyond the bar to bypass believing?
In order to be brimming,
Knowing what I am, that I am that I AM?
I made the glimpse claim my own cliche catch phrase
Thru my gross window to a subtle body to a casual planeš“ Awakeningā¢ Fantasy II
At a midnight picnic
In the moment the snow begins
My crystal covered eyesight
Under the seething incline
Into the softest bed
A permanent silent tingling background
Rendering description misleading on rendering me as unreal as ever
Thought cannot think of what is higher than thinking
As the light cannot reach around the surface that stopped it
I stupidly weighed it
Blown up & out
Every piece of synchronicity
Cuz I want a voice to scream at me
I want a voice
I want a voice to scream at meš“ Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window 2 Window
Angel with trident is a snapped finger
How else could wounds heal without my knowing than subtly?
When I didnāt need love & I was the love?
From whence this whisper blew by
Constant miracles, mendings
Hanging up hasnāt given up
Stuck complexly stricken
With doubt & dire needs
A lamb arching over a quaint wooden fence
Meadow stretches out forever
Elongating this day
Zooming out to One
Zooming into Nothing
Curving back into myself
Who floats in my garden
Me talking is an ocean fish
Dynamism & modulation bump into a wall & say
"The void seems to be quite a lot"
Ready to burn
Thought adjuster
Flame a supersonic road
Divine alchemy
Muscle memory building
Gratitude
For mornings it seems another window unshattered
Curving back into myselfš“ I Am A Cloud
Each side of scales have their own face
Gravity positions them the same
So equally complete
Enough for my defeat
I look for outer rings of glow
Of light, of flow
The days in my meadow I profess life is a film
I act on behalf of who?
& so I am a cloud
Just a moment to feel the stillness
Under my feet, around my arms
The forms donāt just float by
They grab on, theyāre leeches, they lie
Break in the body til itās gone
Some kind of shade
Hope it dissipates
I wonder if I was ever tortured?
I wonder if I tortured?
I guess I planned it
& so I am a cloudš“ This Particular Universe Is Friendly ;)
I cozy up curled up in the ice sheets with Funny Bunny
Cradled on Half Moon Bay in that floating piece of our Mother
Crisis creeps thru the pane but I'm already watching
I've been cracked open & the pavement is alive
I'm standing on yellow lines like a mountain
So there must be a source
No magic of maybe
& the sounds all DIE in the quiet
STIRRING field of PEACE
The sanctuary is ALLš“ Outside =^..^= Bears
["A stillness that never leaves you,
no matter what happens out here."]
["A cosmic dance of emptiness and fullness."]š“ |ĆFF| 2 Åosā Vagus
The mosquitos are fine
Yes, your dog can approach me
I agree about the day
Always a nice day when we can be nice together
I just donāt know if tender revolt exists
Reconcile my nerves with the state of the union
State of unison
State of stuck, of not enough
Spaciousness sees witnessing presence
Gotta stop looking for where Iām looking fromš“ To Make Whole, Be Whole
Can I relax this idea
That once Basket grows up
& my teeth all get fixed
& I get back on track
With the IRS
& move to a small town
I'll be okay?
Angel,
There is no ground
You can't ever be fallen
You won't ever stop falling
"She simply will not die!
She will not die!"š“ World Of Objects, Minus Fluids
Your pain body reminds me of mine
My pain body triggers yours & mine
āI wanna be a cloud,ā you cried
We are, lover
We are one & no one
Therein lies the Peace of God!
["Welcome to another course in clouds of unknowing."]
I CAN'T DIEš“ Shitting Into Gaiaās Heart
Every creature is a book worth reading about the source
Weāve been shitting in Gaiaās heart for quite some time now
Weāve been found out
I give this place a name & a face as the light,
engulfed with the fucking of higher density beings,
turns up the sun
I want to fly but I canāt cuz I got the small self caught in the sticker bushes
The sicker rushes
Body so sick from keeping score
Thereās something that wonāt allow my release
I give this place a name & a face as the lightā¦
Guardians!
Is that you?!
You slip in without my knowing, illuminating choice in a timeless world
Not a debt to pay
Just a union to be made
Heaven all the way to heaven todayš“ Dark Lite-Brite Of The Soul
Watching personality entropy in a hovercraft of neutrality from the other side of the borderline
The entire ride, I watch the design
Surrender glows up like doorbells
Flexible tree trunks replace eggshells
Not one word hurts here
Not one word
What the fuck even is a word in this place
Every suffer cycle dripped truer seeing
Everything means nothing, just being
Is-ness & lack, perfect points & back
Sidesteps arenāt actually backing tracks
I feel a choice (but it bubbles up)
I feel a noose (and it cuddles up)
Ears now perked the fuck up!
I heard my momma calling when I was crawling
I donāt need silence, I am silence
There is nothing but inside everywhere
Hard to hear with the ringing
Partitions up in my singing
Blinders on when Iām clinging
Seeds planted in my upbringing
Might be letting go, now Iām swinging
Other people relax into it
A voice never lets up on it
Original doubt
Decrepit baphomet
Never been this far down
This pit is wrecked
Something smells like itās watching
Oh fuck itās me watching
Fuck
Ok
Ok
āI understand this concept of āhomeā now.
Home is not a place, its a state of being.āš“ Spiraling Dynamically
Dynamically spiraling
Patterns assigned meaning to innards oscillating
āI wanna die but I canātā
Youāre damn fucking right you canāt die!š“ Spiral Dynamics
Buying tickets to a film of you having a blast
I begged for them to scream at me
āFind a baseline for peace!
Find a way to love!ā
The sun beating down on a new family of rabbits in the perimeter garden around a suburban Starbucks is what life is
An open window
āGiraffes, rose bushes, operaā is what life is
More Spirit Spit Please feat. Sam Greenfieldš“ More Spirit Spit Please
Water of forgetfulness
Like the river of lethe
(Wakes up, realizes what it is)
Eat from a garden
Spouts an eagle
Banishing stripping
Utter completely trinitarian self
Cosmic image
Archetype pattern
Moving toward with roots on fire
The animal is connected
Maya mind
Forget Iām a god
Planet power
Luminaries and eons
Luminous spark
Stable and serene
Unlimited
Unfathomable
Ineffable
Immeasurable
Incorruptible
Invisible
Unknowable
Virgin spirit spit
The TRUTH about HELL!š“ The TRUTH about HELL!
Hereās the truth about hell:
It isnāt real!!!!!!
Yet, here we are.
The pain I can touch shows up on the meters.
Angel, row your boat down shore.
Itās magic!
Things just vanish.
Can I graduate through portals of suffering?
Mmm, the taste of next density, tasting itself.
Row your boat down shore
Until the dreamās no more
Only love is real[lyrics below by Faye Fadem/Trust Fund Ozu]
When I look out
Paralyzed because it has no fear
Look to the red light
Persevere
It will guide you thru the Never-ending Flood
Never-ending Love
Nevertheless
Look to the west
Always deflect
Why?
Because I can.
I love you Hell.
Why the hell donāt you text me back
Is there no service under the ocean of black, thick tar?
But itās featherweight while I desecrate?
What if I tell you this lie about love?
"It isnāt real yet here we are"
SYNONYMš“ Synonym
Para Brahman, Adi-buddha, Ein Sof
Shiva-Shakti
I love Truth more than I love God
But God is a synonym for Truth
I love Love more than I love God
But God is a synonym for Love
Red glowās a dark seed
Red glowās a wrapped gift
Red glowās fortressād gold and silver
I love Us more than I love God
But God is a synonym for Us
I love Truth more than I love God
But God is a synonym for Truth
RAINBOW BRIDGEš“ Gnosis .ā¢oĀ°Ozing
āThis unchanging stillnessā¦ Isnāt that what I am?ā
Arms wrapped in neon like a warning
A rainbow bridge unfurling
And now I lay listening to nothing
I feel my organs locking up
Layers in grief not unlike stages of passing
There are many
Not too many
Not so much
Not yet knowing that Iām already knowing
āOk, goodnight. :)āš“ Itās Now Safe To Turn Off Your Computer
No time
No time could possibly arrive
A voice like a gong
Vertebrateās ease & the balanced seas
All thought is merely happening
So I dream of counting to one
Could death be absolutely safe?
I breathed but we do not
Unless we do
So it is both
This divides like a puppet in passing
Weāre all passing
Walking each other home
Could death be absolutely safe?š“ Rainbow ā Bridge
Please donāt be mad that I cut your cord
Fear lodged in my gums
Pressing into my face with finger-like force
Breakfast!!!
Heaven
Youāre everywhere
In Heaven they say I can sit & soak you up
You are everywhere
Heaven has no location in Heaven
But they say I can sit & soak you up
New fluids by my will come into you
The āI Amā disappearsš“ āMegoā ā MaitrÄ«
My darkest, sharpest, shakiest shock for you
I pleaded for light for you
& now a primordial aware direct connect protocol for you
Moksha display for you
Celebrating you
Now you can see, so try again
Miau!š“ (((Ever-Widening Rings)))
Love melts the ice
& what we thought was in the way is the vessel
Ice turns to water & hydrates the whole world
Send it all to our sun
Strong back, soft front
Grace unfolds in space
The ground is the eye
Any sound a window makes
Cicadas, helicopters
Am I that?
Rings back, down & down & down & rest
Hitched a ride on incessantly vibrating things
Am I that?
Yea, but is that your experience?
āToā ends & āinā begins foreverš“ dEcRePiT Ļ PhOeNiX
āRepeat after me. Be still.ā
If butterflies rein, then I worship their dashes
If clouds will rain, then I worship their splashes
A poor silent phoenix canāt feel its gashes
So with a butterfly sword, time rehashes (itself)
Obtuse remainder of ignorance flashes
I drape the veil over my flutter-by lashes
Melted & melded & molding crashes
Illusion of self reduced to ashes
āBe still & know that I am God.
Be still & know that I am.
Be still & know.
Be still.
Be.āš“ į“ÉŖį“Źį“tubules
Resonant dancing
It is snowing
I am crying
When something opens up
The hologram is speaking
The hologram speaks
Were you afraid of crossing?
Did you know why you arrived?
When your bones burned, were you also what I am?
The hologram speaksš“ Dreamy #ex Code
So as it turns out
Iām not quite done
Sucking up
& fucking up
my fatherās son
I should really take the time to listen to what my āenemiesā are sayingš“ č§é³ Prayer For The Abuser (abridged)
To those that inflict terror
I remind you that you shine
with the purity of a thousand suns
To those that cause agony to others
I give you the gift of free-flowing tears
I remind you that the angels sang in celebration
on the day of your birth
I offer the perfect sanctity of this very moment
Report-Spiral (from Doom Mix IV)š“ Report-Spiral
āYou know, this is like trying to have sex with God every morning before breakfast.ā -Dorothy WaltersāDonāt try to think of Eternity. Itās not possible. Or, do try to think of Eternity, and in doing so the mind will bring itself to its own end.ā -Rupert Spira
FIELD WHISPERS (INTO THE CRYSTAL PALACE)š“ mailto:[email protected]?subject=Mind-Body Parallels
Human. Out of touch with your birthright.
Tranquility. Synonym. Kingdom Of Heaven. You feel it.
Then a thought comes & itās gone.
Yen is the block, & knowing is a foot in epicurean flow.
Evading is still only here.
A 5.25" herniated disk.
Illusory spasm.
This centralized location could travel at any moment.
Bowels, back, caffeine, slipped. Backspace these rigid curbs.
Then a thought comes & itās gone.š“ Clear Light
[sound byte of Sri Nisargadatta Maharaj, translated to English]
āThere is only one consciousness.
Prior to the appearance of this form, I was neither being nor no being.
Consciousness has to appear in this form, so this form can recognize consciousness.ā
Mind is an okay chair I built in a watchtower.
I am loving this you living without us.
Far into town, Iām arboreal.
Like bent light reflected off the Moon,
My crystal eyes thrive crystalized.š“ The Warm-Body (Blessing & Removal)
Hell beside you & within.
Mute, grinning inside & around my back.
Weāre born mirror & maze.
Alive is dreamlike, hex is futile, belief is inapposite.
The middle of my head can always see clear.š“ ā BEiNG
The Unified Field whispers, so I open.
Lit substance of sentience undiluted.
Mind as prism.
Aliveness sees it, all colors coincide.
I am insect spit & tree sap.
I belong to the mother, I am her.
I was with āmeā & yet I was I, the great I Amš“ Smiling At Sunbears Grooming In Sunbeams
Your stunning arms aligned.
Inquiring, vibrating.
I canāt hold your hands for long.
Theory-less in the brief gaze.
Future & past is now.
You already are it all.
The cozy night - in you the stars bathe.
Then enters light, it pours through, the pane waves.
My soaking beasts, rays of Source, source of rays.
Transaction.
Conception-less.
You connect me toā¦
SKINLESS X-1š“ ā iNTERBEiNG
In fights we find we fear the same
Tires screeching sound like children through classist pleas & craving
All throughout thereās been caving & sirens keep enslaving
Skinless barking, drowning, waving
As if traffic gleaming changing changes anything about what one could bring to the sidewalks & their strainš“ Experience ā Slips ā Away
Freeze this moment a little bit longer
Make each sensation a little bit stronger
Experience slips awayš“ Screamography
Watch the glass for a mirror-melting glare
A forward lens thatās centered on the tunnels fixed & tied up
Tranquil, hidden, dried up
Thirsting for a router reset dawn
Can you see their eyes from across the parking lot?
A middle of the road family concerned & confusedš“ Response To Subdivisions ā¾
Goodnight scattered light
Forests & fields
Iām awake
Then a sparkling swamp sings me to sleepš“ ļ¼µļ½ļ½ļ½
ļ½ ļ¼°ļ½
ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ š¦ ā”āŖā ā§
May your roots effervesce in a cove parallel while my airspace smiles & spins around youš“ ĪĪ®ĪøĪ·ćLethe ć
Immobilized air rests hot
The passageways are lit with glitchy flailing thought
I, a single perfect sphere, earthquaking & dead, balanced & queer, balanced in my head
In a 1992 dream I leave on a piece of hemisphere
Into the warmest star
A path straight thru fear
No monstrous hunt at throats of the throat could ever weld together a single quarter note
& every time Iām lost in my story I radiate more heat than light A pulsing crux is interviewed, bolted in itās heated La-Z-BoyTM
It tongues a serving of voices that unfurls onto Letheās shores
A fishhook wags its tail ambitiously
Us refugees question our chests yet they are still safer harbors so the victims of wrong perception can safely foam into youSkinless X-1 track notes (as seen in the LP insert)1. Fire-Toolz š„š Theme - is a song for navigating the foyers of transcendent dimensions.2. ā iNTERBEiNG - Everything & everywhere inter-is.3. Experience ā Slips ā Away - There is no time, only now.4. Screamography - RIYL the silent observation of the mind-made self.5. Second Life
I: Windows Might Explode {0:00 - 0:56}
II: Angelfire {0:57 - 1:44}
III: At The Pig Well Pt 3 [CODENAMEAIRDROP] aka There Is No Death, Only Transmigration {1:45 - 2:56}
IV: Ticker Symbol MSPG {2:57+}6. Response To Subdivisions ā¾ - Thriving in-between the bright lights & the far unlit unknown.7. Shadowfacts
I: Point A {0:00 - 0:45}
II: Point B {0:46 - 1:15}
III: Point A [CODENAMENO RETURN] {1:16+}8. ļ¼µļ½ļ½ļ½
ļ½ ļ¼°ļ½
ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ļ½ š¦ ā”āŖā ā§
I: Labyrinth {0:00 - 0:36}
II: A Friend {0:37 - 1:39}
III: The Nigh End {1:40+}9. Ī¼Ī±ĪŗĪ±ĢĻĻĪ½ Ī½Ī·ĶĻĪæĪ¹ćFortunate Islesć - Passage 1 of the Hidden Tranquility Trilogy10. ĪĢĪ»Ļ
ĢĻĪ¹ĪæĪ½ ĻĪµĪ“Ī¹ĢĪæĪ½ ćElysian Fieldsć - Passage 2 of the Hidden Tranquility Trilogy
I: Eventide Bats {0:00 - 1:10}
II: Forest & Swamp {1:11 - 1:46}
III: First Light At Artās Pier {1:47 - 2:59}
IV: Fresh Fields {3:00 - 3:48}
V: Vivid Dome {3:49+}11. ĪĪ·ĢĪøĪ·ćLetheć - Passage 3 of the Hidden Tranquility Trilogy12. Proxy Bay š
I: Another Page {0:00 - 0:54}
II: Every Turn Of The World {0:55 - 1:46}
III: Rendezvous {1:47 - 2:38}
IV: Back Of My Mind {2:39+}13. In The Computer Room @ Dusk ā - 38.898632, -76.512993
INTERBEINGš“ Window 2 Window
A draft does sew oneself straight thru window to blade to passageway
Window to window
I want to find something good in the air
I place my hope in suburbia
Just once in the grass on my lunch break I materialized right in the center
I let myself hear the meathooks, the Macbooks, every street crossing, every sidewalk slash, even Jesus Christ on a podcast.
I place my hope in suburbia
Iāve always aimed to live in an air conditioned car in the cookie cutter district of a desolate utopia
It can be such warfare to unclench this ego and evaporate as keenly as I came
Iāve embraced my inner suburbia
A small seedās needs are always met
Why do I ask questions before thinking?
Iām creating complications!š“ Window 2 Window 2 Window
Iām dressing my hungry brain in freshly cut lawn
I felt lightly touched tips of row houses on my toes
Tender in new cities without sleep
Wake up alone
Plant myself in the floor
The spout of golden light in my ear
I am empty
I am free
The zās got caught in my split ends
The hook is through my lip
I crave so much a loft to live in
A cozy grave to call my Homeā¢
I crave
Everywhereās spacious in real life
The random access memories
A work path
These blending options
If you lived here, youād be home right now
The future of the world will be a network
A pyramid turned upside-down
Solutions for a small planet
I craveš“ [CODENAME_BONKERS]
āWhen there is hatred against you, may you come back to your bodyā¦
May you come back to your breathā¦
When there is harm, may you remain visible on the path of spiritā¦
May awakening be known in your body at this timeā¦
May rage be settledā¦
May the idea of enemy be banishedā¦
May actions be filled with sincere purposeā¦
May wellness be illuminatedā¦
May all beings be well in itās broadest sense.
May rage be settledā¦āš“ Passageways To Meeting Areas
Iāll empty myself out so I can see.
Everything & everywhere is spacious.
Is there somewhere empty that we can meet?š“ The Step-in Fantasyland Place
āI am demon, with horn. [sic]ā
Why doesnāt anyone wanna pay for this copulation?
You see me through white dust
My hairline past my shadow
The web is just a web
Unclogging ports one afternoon at a time with weapons
I think I will undergo disambiguation from these orbs of folly
My roots can attest
Iāll smile the weapon
In a Fantasyland Place, I step in
I will undergo renewal, re-transformationš“ Reality Mask [========= ] 93.7247/bps 90% -ās
Pouring water over my glass eyes
Such a tiny gap to find
Noise shaping, total pre-saturation, self-bias resistor
Iāve become alignment flexing with sheen, blossoming into meš“ Dreamt Hex Code
So as it turns out Iām not quite prey
Thereās hindsight for free in the entryway
But at the wheel, a bristle worm
Your HRQOL, my investment firm
I felt I had been screaming doubt
But someone elseās voice was crying out
I unhid your files and iced the Finder
Then took a nap in a canopy
Ultimately my red hot rise that went through walls and squeezed your eyes shouldāve lost so much more
I shouldāve really realized that at its core
So as it turns out Iām not quite done sucking up and fucking up my fatherās son
I should really take the time to listen to what my enemies are saying
In the arms of a morbid angle, fly away from meš“ The Path Straight Thru
āIf you are centered, nothing can really hurt you"
Even when your neck is bubbling
(Hello fiery gateways. Pillow liberated tenderness.)
Even when Iām faced with danger
And I will be because my body is a danger to me
āI felt, I donāt know, it was like I was outside myself, watching myself"
[lyrics deleted]
DRIP MENTALš“ Subconscious Pilsen Relics Pt 2 [CODENAME_AIRPLANE MODE]
I donāt wanna make this drive
I feel like Iām driving through last year
Look! Iām already here in Pilsen/Iāve already hit something
Woke up and found myself hunting for a warm place like neighborhood cats
I donāt wanna be here
I donāt wanna see you
All of a sudden, I felt there was more closure
There is nothing that isnāt handed to myself from my own grip
Woke up and found cancer inside
Crawled out of my own organs for a warm blanket again
Warming up the cancer
Bleed it out like moneyš“ All Deth Is U [CODENAME_FINAL TOUCH LOCATION]
Guns donāt kill people unless the guns are me
In a sea of semen a slug can still be free
Iām squeezing your lungs into your burning flags with the heat
So unbelievably connected
Scars, stripes, straps, bites, stars
Stripes and straps and bites and stripes
Gotta choose between fucked or dead
Cuz this glow inside head shot back
I dreamt that every man who didnāt fight for me was shotš“ All Deth Is U2 [CODENAME_GUIDED ACCESS]
āThis isnāt your average every day darkness.
This is advanced darkness.ā
Iāll peck off your foot and your fetish
Your temporary contemporary and self loathing bastard ale
Your rare and flaming burnt brightly firing freakout
Your aversions
Your adverse reactions
A good honest look between your legs
A drippy mental cloud of marble spelling spirit spit to shower in
Its not like a dream at all
The airport took my pepper spray but Iāve got the pocket knife a cop stole from an urban outfitter
Lets take a good honest look between our own good honest legs
Mine are covered in razor bumps
Iāve got 5 new cartridges
Iāve saved one for this occasionš“ Relevant Shambala Texts [CODENAME_INITIAL TOUCH LOCATION]
Everything and everywhere is a teacher
āPlace your fearful mind in the cradle of loving-kindness
and nurse it with the profound brilliant milk of doubtlessness
and in the cool shade of fearlessness, fan it with the fan of joy and happiness.ā
Place your fearful mind in the cradle of loving-kindness
Loving-kindnessš“ The Graying Of The Crocs [CODENAME_PASSBOOK]
āLook behind you. Hahaha!ā
āThis was a dead end a minute ago.ā
āNo, thats the dead end, behind you!ā
Kush distractions hush your brain waves
Hush angelic voices cuz kush saves
Kush! Kush! Kush! Kush! Kush! Kush! Kush! Kush!
A low-level format is complete
I make the bed with sheets of hurt
I promise I wish I wanted more
I fill the bed with dreams of hurt
I know you wish I wanted more
Theres always something there for trial and trauma
Inner-living
Dusky shadows skid into creeping crevices
Youāll always be a part of me
Youāll always delete a part of me
Less and less and less and less and less and less and less and less and
less and less and less and less and lessen less and lessen-less and
lessons in your sanitary quite contrary slut-shamed fuck-less
sorry I slut-shamed your fuck-list
Iām sorry I slut-shamed your fuck-list
Iām sorry
I sense the fur and feathers near
I feel the lure of tongue-tied fear
I watched the film crack and fall
Youāre almost gone after-allš“ Busy Beaver Lunch Break [CODENAME_SPOTLIGHT SEARCH]
Iām lost in an alley somewhere between Spaulding and Kedzie hiding from cis men
Iāve got my one-hitter stuffed with girl scout cookie
Just enough to sizzle my eyes so my sail back into view is warm
I donāt recall who I am
I donāt remember anything
Clasping a view is sucking in plasticity
and Iāve not dreamt and sat with you in quite a few armfuls
Its been months since Iāve caught sight of myself at a sustainable distance
Iāve not glowed with fine-feathered broadcasts with my apartment amidst space and time
Within local contexts and vocal complex characters bright and born in 1995
This delusion of a physique, an exciting panic
A losing fusing stone of oxygen
I suffer less, so much less
(ātake all your pills, sleep all dayā / take all your thrills, slip all day)
Iāve dripped and fallen through a tiny eye like a camel hovering with wide angel sails
She was shown the way through heavenās gate
A gate drenched in tears
Will I find accumulated shit underneath the fallacy that I am far away rather than nirvana-tied
That distant girl chained up inside the cavity above fragile winding roads
A water balloon filled with tears
Like a fuck palace built with particle board
Like a reality made from reality
āIām so sorry, Angel. Iām so sorry, Angel
Do you want me to walk with you?ā
Like a fucking water balloon filled with tears
Nirvana is without concepts
I could take a gander at ourselves and say we are graying, graying, graying
I see life sprouting little mushrooms and homes from within our collective corpse
I smell that corpse
Total desaturation and karmic seeds
Very little fire
Much room for dreaming
Unstable and shallow
Reaching stakes
Intertwine, interweave
(Round up some awake and awake and sun rising wide open vast blue sky)š“ Libra/Virgo Cusp Shit [CODENAME_PERSONAL HOTSPOT]
āI need those codes.ā
āNo, you want those codes.ā
I am about the shaking that isnāt worth much time
Iām inside the tightness of your faint pantomime
And how far beyond I wade in this crystalized frontier
A hand in my hand is bleakness
The dawn of me is near
The cityās sins are clear
Your city lights are dear
And the other type of victim is every time you say it
Tied to a chair with my skirt at my ankles
Holding my hand is bleakness
Your breath was filled with downsize
And I was there as beforeš“ To See My Hatred Clearly [CODENAME_TOUCH ACCOMODATIONS]
This is the place where I have not yet begun learn at all who I am:
Iām callinā you, Iām callinā you
You donāt have to pick up
Just put your iPhone in your pussy
Iām callinā you
We share your mind
One gray dull point in consciousness
I share a universe with a face now
I swear its incomplete
Violet, growing, smooth and steady
Now my body, now my bodyās ready
Now my body is ready
āClarify my hate with grace.ā
A grip of shreds tied in lace
I can make art out of your face
Iām callinā you
āIt feels like everything becomes a trigger.ā
I admire your lineage
Her growth like a little friend climbing foliage
And I think highly of your abortion
Exiled and fused, we end in tune
And I think highly of your abortionš“ At The Pig Well [CODENAME_CARPLAY]
āDrip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip! Drip!ā
āCome on in guys. Come in, come in, come in, come in, come in.ā
ā!Mih hsinifā
Iām dripping, dripping, dripping, from your juice box
āFile existsā
Not unlike this sip sound from your drink boxes, your bangs are pasted
Blank mouth
Youāre inside yourself
Iām so often close by basking in a meta fragrance
I donāt have to have more of you
The swans greet you through my green upper body
Dripping, dripping, dripping
From your juice box to sincerity
Swallow me, please, like a yolk
If youd like to fuck, thatd be fine
I love you in this way
Uh oh!š“ At The Pig Well Pt 2 [CODENAME_TOUCH ID]
I am a flower
You are a long fence
I tend to cower
Beware! A pretense
I can skate the surface of an untied shred of you in a faux leather harness
Do not pursue!
Holy shit! Now its my turn to pour the bubbling ink all over her!
āDoused in pink bubbly bubblegum, smile with your tongue on my faceā
Eye-pinned spy vs spy
Maybe forgive my ricochet
Thu vibez r dizt0rted
Do not pursue
Square off
Where is the door?
At my right hand, a very soft face
I wanna tell my supervisor about you!
Iām confident a copper mud will smear
And bits of words with some lump in their tone
Could you maybe explain?
The recluse is me
All we do now it seems these days is swim in each others palms
My ten legs stored up courage to clasp neon red structure floating in space
Always a brown recluse
Its in the leather
Hooked fingers wiggling worms galore
Open windows and doors
Thin, thin, thin
āDoused in pink bubbly bubblegum, smile with your tongue on my faceāš“ ? [CODENAME_AUTOBRIGHTNESS]
Well, Iām naked and stoned as fuck
I got lost in your sheets but you changed them
Sirens blazing all this time
Black light coddles white darkness
My eyes gray and yours as shut as the unborn path
I stockpile, I still frame
I was tracing back the footprints through your door into the womb
Its getting less and less
The sharpness of this big fucking orgy
Youāre all spiky like golden rays of light through my feet
I canāt hear my convictions over all your bodies
I am too ill to muster the sleep so I trickle out of my worm-body
I stockpile, I still frame
You were rushing back to protect me from my perpetual doom
āAt night, I think of you. I want to be your lady, maybe
If your game is on, give me a call boo. Gonna give my all to youā
I am glitter-shitting
I am capable of receiving love in our mutual tomb
They make the bed smell of hurt but I promise I, I want more