“The freak show talk to a careful minimum.”
(Sleep Token reference)
“The freak show talk to a careful minimum.”
(Sleep Token reference)
“Process of elimination.”
(Playing with concepts)
“I have flossss!!!”
“Toxic fumes are ‘generous.'”
“All of these things, that could have been…”
“My tennis shoes are now falling apart.”
“New and reorganized patterns of functionality that join to connect along one line of continuum when highest priority.”
“I guess that I should be celebrating…:
“That I walk in harmony…
I don’t.
Inside, there is raging pain full of cacophany.
But I keep reaching for light’s markers in reality.
Maybe that’s the only difference between you and me.”
“Survive…
Help each other…
Survive…”
She had heard his call somewhere within long before understanding or having proof of his existence.
Searching for his heart, she grabbed onto ethereal impressions and sent him love’s healing and protection.
As I yearn for and reach toward you, I feel trapped and mired down in suffering.
“Paralyzed by my own will viciously reminding me still: I’m born to believe. I know you can see.”
(Sleep Token lyrics)
“Like a Bon Jovi wannabe pop star.”
“The moons are beautiful here,” he wrote to her from his open desk with a feather quilled pen. “I wish you could see them.”
(As passing through that space in between where leaving night’s dreams)
“It feels like there will never again be a place that I can call ‘home.'”
“Am I really asking for too much, here?”
(Baseline needs)
“Feckin’ ‘high on life,’ man…”
“There’s a time when the sun has set too low where it becomes their time to feed without mercy – and I must wait until another day to water my garden.”
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