it migrates into purgatory fashions
and plays like a quiver on the nerves
oh so rich art thou in artifice
that would have me believe
in a cold and unattributed consciousness
like an infestation of infant prodigies
for it is a vicariousness of viciousness
that leaves the music of C Major
devoid of untold homage
and a singular letter on a scale
is it a transmusicality of mutation
punctuated by red felt tip notes
for all music is life
the life of C Major in the time
of vicious vicariousness
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 8:55 AM UTC
it migrates into purgatory fashions
and plays like a quiver on the nerves
oh so rich art thou in artifice
that would have me believe
in a cold and unattributed consciousness
like an infestation of infant prodigies
for it is a vicariousness of viciousness
that leaves the music of C Major
devoid of untold homage
and a singular letter on a scale
is it a transmusicality of mutation
punctuated by red felt tip notes
for all music is life
the life of C Major in the time
of vicious vicariousness
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