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 *****
This was more of a recording of a happening, not meant for other people. But then I thought - ehh, whatever, I wonder if anyone else feels akin