Stage 1

Grinning elder disappearing disappearing
Loving the time gone by gone by
Slow foxtrot (I'm laying down) down)
Piece by peace tranquillize tranquillize
Reminisce in the absence of hostility hostility
Complete deaf definity definity


Stage 2

Foxtrot is not slow anymore rather it is phlegmatic
Prolonged
Broken
I am still thinking i am
No day is Sunday
No thought is clear
Static
Beautiful


Stage 3

Try
Not playing for record
Jump
(bleep) Remember that they are the ones dead
You can take a break or stop
Jump
Look at yourself you can stop at any second you are here
The atrophied record jumps


Stage 4

Suffocating
No second left no second given to breathe
We're on the other side
This is where the mind meets the instinct and the brain becomes a fluid free of flow
I feel free
Free from thought
Free from thought
The best from invalidity


Stage 5

I care what he's saying
Am I supposed to feel
anything
Recycled
Right there is he sitting again just this time behIND A CLOSED DOOR
RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
Where am I
Give away
We cry


Stage 6

Alone
Single
The empty *****

I can only see through my I

Look at what I drew
A flat announcement of disaster -
I am better than you
I'm a satin falcon
So I salute myself
I, I, I captain

Underneath your clothes I'm wearing nothing
If I peel away your skin we're both the same
Dentists and surgeons only ever see one person

I
V

(I am standing in front of my open second floor apartment window naked for my boxer briefs briefing the nightly field)

Start with the smell of blossoming lilacs
With the night full of ambient noise
That with rare birdsongs and barks is in wonderful poise

Light poles stab out my eyes
The wet cold makes me sick
I am now the ambient noise
That is beating the hope with a stick

"(..) a perfect idea of freedom and flight, limited by nothing at all"
/Richard Bach

I used to spend days crying my eyes out on the pillow
Now I'm blowing bubbles in the park
I've become my own widow
The other side consumed itself by the dark
I'm a lark and I bark, and I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark, I bark
Not a brithmark, no scar, nor rotting tissue - it's a spark, a spark


Tomorrow I will take flight and fight
But today I'm blowing bubbles
Because no bubbles gleam rainbow in the night

"Jesus loves you, can't you see?
He loves you, and he loves me."
/Edmund McMillen

I've always known a guy from a christian band
Who made an offhand comment that the bassist is racist and the singer - a ****
I did not see remorse
Of course, due to the talking in bad faith I will not participate
Even tho I was offered a red key to unseal the ***** lock
Well, ok, to be honest, I couldn't anyways because I do quite like **** -
I vote for Dorothy's friends
But god knows he's got no ballot

Was the lock ***** - I don't know, but the ***** certainly got dusty
Here hides the reason of why I'm so angry,  the case was open and shut
Dust isn't suficient - the ***** need to be cut

Don't le
Never g
Downfall is
We shouldn'





Yes.

You can talk but I still want you to leave to other masses
As long as you don't spend some days without your sunglasses
That absorb the screams of classes but not the great debaters
And, hei, don't forget your aviators
Every single thing you touch sounds plain, simple, easy
Whilst your politics and philosophy at best gets a subtitle as something ******
So live, love, laugh and money has never grown on trees
Means if I'll ever need it I'll ask for your expertise that seems to always come with ease
Like mayo on chips
Or a mayor with his chicks
But instead of beauties you have a rotten mix of hardened constructions and distractions that form in one-off interactions
Media would love you, the public as well
Whilst people would ******* to hell
Because ******* do: with all the major philosophies
But I will not ***** you 'cause of all the ******* STDs
Clap for ******, bow to gonorrhea
You won't be getting rid of those any time soon, will ya?
You know you are gaining victories to Socrates, you always come first
Are you worse than what I can get from you?
You are aware of your existential thirst
But to know something they all need to be rich
So I'll tell you what you are
You are a philosopher's *****