Without work's calving increments. Or love's coltish punch. What would I be?. An animaless isthmus. Beyond the sea. . Oh bees only swarm when they're looking for a home.
I can see you in the window. Waiting for my car. With the moonlight shining on you. You look so beautiful. . We were searching for that something. That we could call our own.
You can't try to keep what you've given away. Oh, be still, watch them still, let them fall down. You're wasting your life trying to rescue the day. All your steel, iron will won't break this frozen ground.
While under a silvery moon, a neon flower born of the desert. Love to touch her body of water, flicker in the morning light. While she was still in the mood,.
Flipping through a magazine curlers in her hair. Waiting for her nails to dry in the beauty parlor chair. Soon she's turning thirty something discontent with life.
We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see it. . We see us. Our logic projected. Everywhere we see ourselves. . Make it, find it, see it.
Repeat, redact, repeat, redact, repeat. Deflect, deflect, deflect, deflect, devolve. . Tear one down, build the same. At zero, yeah, we've changed. The pattern's built to last.
Necrophillic life, generating death. . Death another disco, dance another death. Death another soft drink, drink another death. Death another boyfriend, date another death.
Reason, chanda, eon, nama. No abstractions, (paticca) samuppada. Logic, tanha, season, rupa. No nature, anatta. . Time.
Reinforce culture, concede ideals, selling subversion, status intact. Flawed reasoning, flawed irony, flawed reversals, flawed strategy. Mute commentary, market reversion, co-opt critique, status intact.
One down, one to go, in time. This two thousand years' prelude. John's dreams paved the way with death. And we willingly walk it. Holy destiny. . Culture made of wax will melt.
On one, our motives obscured. Events (just) accidents or fate. We had no choices, no sight. On one, we dreamt it, it's done. . Our excuse was fate. Stuck inside our end.
Burn all these maps. Lose this way or drown. Burn all these maps. Bodies a warning. . Sleep in a trap, hang from it. Burn all these maps, lose this way.
Bottleneck, bottleneck. Open it up one more time, open it up one more time. And then break it off. Stifle dissent. Your ideas are the only ones.
Two only exist in time. Dichotomy. Synchronous events drown in similitude. If we stop, wind it down, see in reverse. Linear (is) synchronous: two become one.
Lacking instinct. Who taught us to hate?. Who taught us to love?. Who taught us to sleep?. Who taught us to breathe?.
What is choice, then? A ruse?. Allegory and rhyme. Hasten to prove the point:. What we're watching is true --. Our emotions tied to. Vacuous tropes and mime.
I'm bored, I just thought I'd let you know,. That your world dragged me down like undertow once again,. Face first, I saw it all in slow mo,. Good things, they just seem to come and go like good friends, So Go,.
Along the edges, colors blur it seems familiar. While you read your magazine. I was counting all the markers. And California seemed to draw you like a siren.