A lot of frantic terrible things about me,
Alleging that I'm heinous
Striking stigma down into my heart's core.

Then i collapse inside and it shows through,
Some demons circle around smiling,
They have exchanged words about my low state.

They don't mean anything,
The words she says,
As even right now in a skinny state of enjoyment I am aware
That is the place I am always pulling from.

The pain caused by those words and that energy
Are the teeth gnawing into my flesh
The same teeth that masticate, digest and drop their payload
Into the state of affairs right now
Where i am able to enjoy things.

But I refuse to believe that.
It is a false association,
And enjoyment stands alone
And terrible things stand alone,
You do not necessarily have to make a causal connection.

However you see that kind of logic in a lot of things we base our lives around,
And life would be crazy without that kind of logic.

The sum total of the parts
Does not miss the parts it does not lack.

Kissed on all sides by love's rainbow
Featuring ribbons of music who mention the emptiness of love,
Are you okay?

No.

Everything has changed.

It's hard when you come into the world
And all your decisions are ready to be made,
But something is very sternly saying you make your own decisions,
And all the lines of spirit have one loaded,
Ready to tell you what is what.

You may think that you hate entropy,
But it's all
We have
To build on

And you might think you're not a killer,
And you'd be right
Until you
Include me

Cause I got teeth in every dimension
And all these ghosts come back
To haunt me

And every angel is friends with a demon
And every pastry here deceives me

We are what we were always going to be--
At the present moment predeterminism and its holy foil are suspended
I choose the same moment I was always going to choose but yes
Someone does have to choose it.

But you are disinterested,
My death drive saps the fun right out of it
But the Romans are listening
And they know their word quantum has made it to the final stage
In ways they never would have guessed
Do you think they crave a return to their former glory?

My eyes are just mousetraps
Covered in sweat
Mouth full of cottonballs and teeth are cracked

A beautiful dame
A tres jolie femme

Stuck in the world,
My identity lysed
We go on living with organs in the sky

My guts stretched all around me like Saturn's rings

My jeans and shirt are stuffed full of straw
When I breathe, which way does it go?

My metabolism set the western sky ablaze
All conforming to my gaping maw;
Smoke rose up to the moon
And the moon shone down on you.

Rotten wood makes a good home for the oyster mushrooms
Wood that tastes the heterotrophic delight
Wood that was already dead,
Long ago
So you are not a parasite.

Not a nightmare,
Not all the time.

The fire outside your window isn't reaching
It is there,
And triangles became water
With the tangle of currents returning to silence.