(0344) predictable feedback

skip on the record. empty and cold. fill it with lies and the things you were told.
no shame in admitting where you once were. our reasons are useless, and of that, i am sure.
cleaned up your life, and you're still dusting the shelves. they'll never know you if you don't know yourself.
people are either coming or going away. you wanted to help, but you didn't know what to say.

ghost of corruption in a graveyard of what you still recall. don't want to mess it up if there's anything moving at all.
stay out of the way.. keep in your lane. wait for the future to appear in your brain.
you strip off the paint and start over again. this time, i'll be ready when it comes to an end.

(0343) ferment

scratch it out with the pen in my hand. i'll strive to do only the best that i can.
let it ferment in this tired state of mind. maybe the silence will make it hard to find.
the hidden costs are what i can't afford. it's impossible to even contemplate more.
i don't have what you choose to refuse, and i'll never forget what i never knew.

we only reap what we sow.
i tried playing a beautiful song, but they always come out wrong.
i dreamed of going back home, but the past has ruptured the way things used to be known.
a lie that was never even told.

(0342) cosmic radiation

i've started living like a frog. i've made my way from the little puddles to the big ponds.
the seasons have changed, but the confusion has remained... and i'm sure i'll feel different as soon as it starts to rain.
a neon blue lights up my face. i start feeling faded signals pass through my yellow brain.
i'm listening for a sound to tell me which way to go. i'm trying to push, but someone else is trying to pull.

now all my problems get fixed when i'm not lookin'. i feel like i should be busy, but i'm barely movin'.
an unthinkable surprise has opened up my eyes to all the cosmic radiation that keeps me alive.
i made a business deal with a friend. she said if we moved slowly, she would show me where to begin.
the sun never showed - and even the moon - it never came. we looked at each other, but there was no one to blame.

the water stretches, and we unwind. i could make everything so simple, but you would never make up your mind.
what's the point? why pretend that we're so similar? i won't subscribe to the way that things never were.
take a number while i wait. i'll just sit around and act like i don't have anything to say.
hold on to what's inside, and it'll grow like a cancer. you can call this number anytime, but don't always expect an answer.

(0341) black noise and conspiracy theorists

confliction of mass-marketed interest, and we're crossing the border without using projections or showing our weakness. feelings are separate but equal, and you don't understand why you should view them as actual people. their power is wasted ambition, and no one's allowed to react unless they're given permission. all that happens is random yet fatalistic so why do you act surprised when it's hard to be fully optimistic? traffic is like the water. it's flowing as soon as the temperature gets a little bit hotter. although heavy concerns have been lifted, there's something about it that still feels scripted.. but you didn't read the words.. and i didn't hear the music.

detached all the strings that hold all the lights in their place, but don't be too quick to wander away. the black noise and conspiracy theorists have all left for the day so wake up from your dream to make your spirit happy. how could you forget what it feels like to be happy?

(0340) pattern of broken numbers

pattern of broken numbers.. split up in pairs and waiting for summer.
we are the new generation.. pouring through holes in a constant rotation.
abandoned all that was missing.. i should have never assumed i was winning.
it's just a repeat revolution.. all they're doing is adding to the pollution.
victim is what he'll be playing.. trying to make you take back what you're saying.
better stick to the edges.. i don't wanna end up in a twisted version of heaven.

guilty of what hasn't been proven.. i'd say it again if i wasn't already movin',
but talking has turned to silence.. you started it so you'll have to end it.
recycle your paper and plastic.. i can't believe i've become such an addict
to the thoughts that feed my neurosis.. almost forgot about all the roses
that are spinning inside their eyes.. it should be some sort of crime.
motion sensor detects no movement.. but there's plenty of room left for improvement.

wanted to run away as soon as i arrived..
wanted to fall back asleep as soon as i woke up... but i never woke up.

(0339) unmarked envelope

create another password. needle stuck in the vein. all roads are blocked, and love is what remains.
write it out in detail. don't focus on the so-called mistakes. consequence is poverty if you think you're getting paid.
you hold the key, and i hold the lock. if we're making music, i don't want it to stop.

these little pieces only make me long for more.
submerged in the water with nothing else.
if i'm not there, i'll know exactly what this was for.
and i'll just go back to sleep.

fogging up the windows. when does it end? i still believe in fate. it doesn't matter where you've been.
arguing with the silence in my head. don't know if you're alive; don't know if i'm not dead.
i want it to continue every single day. i want it to linger in every possible way.

slowly move your feet and follow what you need.
when the night is over, i'm always feeling ready to give in to my greed.

(0338) coffee stains

we can't afford that. i can't pay for it.
there is no way i am going to beg for it.
the party's over. i'm on my way home.
i'm feeling sober, and the cold has crept back in my bones.

fixed on an income and the future's lack of reason..
this music confuses, and i don't know how to listen.
design your look, and i'll design my narrow thoughts.
pissed off and rambling to anyone who gives a fuck.

forgot the number. forgot to wash my clothes.
forgot everything except the way the wind blows.
so now i'm vacant in this vacant apartment.
keeping my eyes open just so i can pay the rent.

sometimes, i dream that nothing's happening.
it's hard to wake up when you're in the backseat.

(0337) leaky faucet

defragmented through the wires that don't exist now in the back of my mind. serrated onto my skin, and i don't even know where to look to begin. lost somewhere in the dark.. can't remember where we are. starving, but i don't care.. because there's something beautiful at which to stare... ... picked up on the disease. the intersectional cuts of a lobotomy. it's still floating somewhere, drifting about. why try to understand what you will always doubt? protective of the things you can't control, and there's no way for you to see this hole. i'd look to see the time on the wall, but i don't want to know that it's moving at all.

guess i'll just have to walk towards the light in the sky.
i can hardly see why nothing comes out when i talk.

dressed up the past and called it home, but now i know.
now, i know.

(0336) a distant reminder

i stayed up for hours. couldn't even breathe in the smoke. i decided to reverse the curse that i had set in motion with one simple note. i walked in the room. i sneezed and sniffed. allergic reaction. these memories are a distraction. completely corrupted - a long, narrow driveway that i never did back out from.. but that place is just a reminder.. that place is just a distant reminder.

i felt until i couldn't feel.
i prayed until i couldn't kneel.
i put my own hands on the steering wheel, but i'm still waiting for something to confirm that this is real.

write more to keep myself warm, but that is exactly what this is for.

(0335) twenty minutes from the end

we're cautious to break open the egg.. if we only knew how it would taste. the tragedy is heavy in this air, but circumstance has helped me to prepare. i write it all down at once and use a million different fonts. inhale again and stay up until the negative thoughts are dead. can't keep them out of my head.

i sedate myself to try to get to sleep, and all i hear is the rain falling on the street. false advertisements everywhere you look, but these pages will one day form into a book. he tries to talk, but he can't. he's busy watering the plants. they'll slowly grow and branch out, even in the snow. a new place to call home.

time tries to negotiate with space, but space tells time that it needs to learn to wait. we're only twenty minutes from the end, but i fucked up, and there's no ink left in the pen. attached myself to a string and slowly lowered myself in. i swim until i can't see land, and the sky is in high demand so i decide to reach for your hand.