ReminderNo event, no thanks, nor salute forReminder2 days ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the forward thrust of meteors,
eroded, bodily, the thing in flight.
Raging, scraped across the night.
But then, those who have not worth mention
do suddenly give their full attention
to the rock who’s fatal spark had died,
in their plain and public sight.
Though in spying such a brief surrender
some take upon that spark to tinder,
to immolate that thing that burns them,
and send it raging, scraped across the night.
HuehuehuehueHuehuehuehue2 days ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The sublime state of the primal mind. Meditation on monsters wrapped in mammals. Making art of the ugly, and posing like a human. Living as a bucket of red paint. Composing disturbance. Sketching plans. Squeezing thoughts into tight corners. Opening to heal, and freezing wet inside.