strange humans
strange human creatures with added on features they find you and beat you to apparently teach you but never truly reach you you aren’t the car you’re the driver the idea behind the fiver not the money earned not the body burned…
Keep It Regular
strange human creatures with added on features they find you and beat you to apparently teach you but never truly reach you you aren’t the car you’re the driver the idea behind the fiver not the money earned not the body burned…
we work to explode it diagram work to corrode diaphragm we are here to breathe and to leave the lethe bring it on like phlegethon not go and drop this like a stagnant cocytus doing well like a river of hell like…
don’t right what you write fight for the flight poly ticks in boxes takes an ear and docks it takes a fear and clocks it puts it in his pocket broken stages in a rocket lock it in a locket take a…
sum days add up to an overflowing cup we are throwing away sense of humour to be serious and mundane treat every issue like a proliferating tumour let it equal one pain that overwhelms, that underwhelms who is at the helm? just…
pavlov your non-thinking dogs stacked together like lincoln logs don’t ask for whom the bell tolls have no conception of their eternal souls like a log each of them rolls spinning on the spot in a log jam held barking after they…
these numbers in your head the alien sat upon it rocket math, the apps that track everything is dark and black all those half heard rumours fester in your head like tumours and you dribble out the cancer as you drive along…
we set light to it to see if it has fight in it jazz matches, blues flames fireflies and dice games we’re rolling like a river through the guts of a tune breaking the plate to make a half moon holding the…
labouring under labels horses for courses stable in stables you want to be a schroedinger’s cat proposition super-positional, not in one position you are not desiring a binary condition not wanting to be bound; wanting to be found but people cannot move…
this ladder’s rung this sadder tongue this line that’s strung to other from one and wrapped back around to bring to ground the sounding, the sound the pavements we pound salesmen for an apocalypse anger spit from hotter lips that say the…
i record to find out my own voice which i never hear when i speak no echo chamber head just words flung outwards like skimming stones across a pool each an emissary of a seeker fool on the day when i solve…