frying my mind ain't so bad (as far as i kin feel it)--

it's losing my teeth that truly frightens me.

it's listening to my father blindly spouting truisms.
so i may likely smoke prior to seeing him. this will also help me stomach any food stuffs he may suggest we devour.

i mind the people around me when they are not listening. when they are merely awaiting their turn to speak, counting their thoughts and the seconds and gripping tightly to their words with their tongues behind tight lips.

people and their influences. their influences bother me as well. why couldn't they float past the gate of possibilities. why must they insist on following the same tunnel without exploring the windows on their way. without investigating the source of light shining high or to their far left sides upon the aging roads they tread.

i'm unwinding blissfully, arrogantly, ignorantly. i hardly know what goes on around my own perimeter, where do i get the gall, the nerve, the inclination that i know better.

i only want to step upon a stage and bang my drum and sing with a proud tightness around my eyes and a wide mouth excreting the biggest words i can think of with abandon.

i want to live with abandon.

and the Bees Made the Lion Sick--

and so it was, that in the year two thousand and eight, Earth brought forth a masterpiece of calm, collected sound and unleashed a swarm of warmth into one's ears for roughly fifty minutes.

inside the warmth (of "The Bees Made Honey in the Lion's Skull") were suspended notes backed by slow rhythmic heart beats and cymbals. entrust your faith unto your hard drive and release unto thee through small or large appendages a rolling grace before the building you're sitting in collapses.

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{if you are Earth, or affiliated with said entity and you would like me to reconsider this post, please drop me a line. thank you.)