“The cold I feel
in my toenails
I might never feel again,
take it as long as I can.
The fur burning up my soul,
‘Yiff in Hell.’ No,
I don’t want to win,
just passing through this land.”
They think.
They think they think a lot.
i see it in me, i know exactly that spot.
‘One-trick, helpless, mutt of a horse donkey’
I’m really talking about a fox looking for home.
Trying to go back when forward loops,
back to the missed destination.
because there’s not really an ending;
Permutation, ‘Dark City’-
had to pull it from somewhere.
the experience teaches me to talk of things by point of reference
because sharing is what’s demanded,
not wanted. Well, ‘not really’ feeling.
“The cold I feel in my toenails I might never feel again.
Take it as long as I can.
The fur burning up my soul, ‘yiff in-‘ hell naw…
Don’t want to when, ‘just passing through’ this land.”
Checking the mailbox.
Nothing.
Old notifications, guess I keep track of ‘em.
I interact but I like being in my isolation.
i still hate mirrors
but not quite so figuratively.
there's things 'we' expect from 'me', flipped.
Which way, 'ma'? Am
Substituted punctuation. preference still don't exist.
They still want My Name.
Sci-fi brainwashing waves beamed from space
in the towers of babble screwin' with the magnetic perceptions
of other races.
there are things we don't know what we're doing.
"God's Domain."
The cold, I feel.
in my
toe
nails
I might
never feel again take it
as
long as
I can. THE FUR KEEP BURNING UP MY SOUL
YIFF IN HELL
NO
DONT
WANT
TO
WIN
JUST PASSING THROUGH THIS LAND
Sometimes I
take a look outside to see what I'm missing.
Living
in a box, but 'not really.'
Feeling stuck,
but 'not really'.
Had enough,
'but not really,'
Keep on;
keeping on.
over;
committing.
Fisher of foxes.
who's in the shelter plane with me?
Vibes given assumptions like a hammer
swung, missed
thumb hit
explicaddictive
nail lost.
gonna step on it and lose temper again
sudden pains could be avoided
but, well....
"That's another story and 'mine' isn't for 'you', like this song isn't for me."
'art is what you do', it isn't the picture you see.
Tao Te Ching.
read a bit; "Feels like flying".
The cold I feel in my toenails I might never feel again, take it as long as I can.
The fur burning up my soul, yiff in hell, no. Don't want to when just passing through this land.
want to savor what i can if i can but can't plan it.
Stuck in loops, revised, rehearsed
but trying.
trying to be nicer, trying to be natural,
trying to be the me i lived for and hoped to be.
Old patterns woven, no care given to how things fold in on themselves occasionally.
Reality marbles constantly expanding.
making room. add-on. guest suite.
Something like that gradient, maybe.
discussion difficult on these streets; One-way.
kinda hard to explain what can't be explained.
Technical difficulties, might be time to learn a new language.
was thinking japanese, not just frontin'.
trying to get by; Venn diagrams.
linin' up, not bumper to bumper.
Grinding to a halt, handbrake 180.
yeah we got our rad pose
with explosions in back.
slow mo.
Grapes landing in the mouth.
