endomorphin power rangers

furious intentions in mundane traffic

future orphan

he and i are one lucky dog

join us you'll be sorry anyway

my brain pretending to be thinking i can't trust billions of other brains

polarity vortex

pretending is the brain's work

the depraved city cuntry tune

why does my brain complain. i'm tired of my brain. why does my brain complain. shut up my brain is sayin, it's you who complayn.

blue steps remember

blue steps you won't get too complacent

born to suffer and die in relative luxury

don't remember me

i was cranky today (yesterday)

latent stars of thought

layers of what

the shore is a moving spine

there will be more experiments and it will be established that free will is an illusion

the notion that you see nothing without light is an insight

and each time it was the same though forgotten

as a boy i ran along the fine edge of a long chasm every night almost lalling

i did time

i drank for sorrow and love

i told him to stand still and he looked at me and i said ok and he went and smelled the house

i'll bring my songbirds but i can't promise they'll sing

ichthyuss progress

is that a flute. i used to hate flutes. i like that sound. is that a flute?

he remains unconvinced though no one is trying

remains unconvinced (astral)

the god of tomorrow will be faceless

the things we come back as

that was pretty much how it looked had i been there and altered everything

a long chapter in which nothing happens accept the weather

could you imagine what its like

he who waits goddamnit

i asked again if it was too late and again there was no answer and then i realized i was asleep and knew. it was too late 

i cant go out there again

i'm sorry, your tragedy looks like hysteria to me

i've flown around the world and now i'm gonna kick your ass

ice and fire

me and barney

ok thats not what i mean

so many stories about zombies and slaves these days

the what if we just stopped wondering why drone

you will become soundtrack music

migrating beach house.

flying kid. the only way i escape bleak chicago is in imagination. it sounds pathetic but i feel i was put here to suffer and to try to glean bits of light from the grim landscape.