elvis-inspired mix.

brothers in arms
dealing out all the harms
jokingly delivering fun
letting the cops see some sun

broad eyes
wink once
wink twice
got you
satisfying me

jus' a little more
got you tired of talking
jus' wait around
we'll be dealing out
all kinds of action

one two three. revision.

one two

he's seen

our mindpans might be free
minds of glee
one two three

twelve parallel to six
divide our whims
throw some brain to the mix
one two three

your demise
our surprise
i think i can sing
one two three
minds of glee

even though i think i can sing
im suicidal
but only on occasion
so its okay

dirt can climax
one two
freed
minds of glee.

Pretty personal?, Chapter 2 of Would make sense

Unless you think
Like me->schizophrenic
               my mindpan is free        
<-schizophrenic
mindpans of glee->
go no charity                                   aranoid.
minds of glee.

--- partial reflection

very personal stuff.
but at the same time.
very alien.

Trilogy of Would Make Sense, Chapter 1 of book

New moon.
Has chewed.
Half a heart.
The rest is spewed.

Don't know.
Why I waste time.
Everyone is dumb.
'Cept for like two people.

Gotta run.
Late night.
Fate right?
All white.
No insight.

It's catastrophic.

Everyone.
Always the same.
Running in circles.
Seem like they change.
Always the same.

mooooon

it seems like its
this ?
nothing is certain
everything looks broken
it all feels broken

notify our placement
no hesitation
when it's said and done
it's all lies and pain

but we still got our

"tangerine sky."