in the early morning, barely rolled outta bed and im already stoned. there are silvery phantoms with their hands all pocketed bundled up in coats so I step out onto my ten inch balcony to feel the cold and i pick up the appropriate jacket gather my things and go, and suddenly I’m on the train, the purple people eaters are going insane they cant stop laughing at an advertisement on the ceiling, on Dr. Zizmor’s face, theres a strategically placed penis and I laugh too, at least we all still have feeling O! my mind drifts away as I try to conjure up a face that i had dwelled upon it comes to me in fragments but it’s form evades me like a dream from the night before and then I get into my classic routine of staring into space (it was a pretty place x3) and now I can call your face to mind with ease, but I’m stuck on other things, do i have enough evil inside me to take what i want? does she have enough evil inside her to keep me wanting her for long? and suddenly I’m at eighth avenue, that ain’t where I was headed to, so I sit around and write this song it’ll hold off boredom for long enough, can’t wait to go home to my ten inch balcony

so I wait for another train just like I do every day focus on the music that barely keeps me awake, through half closed eyes I see a grey mist rise “yea, enveloping the fuzzy figures, and your one and only sappy singer, then I move on.” no one noticed it, or thats how it seems its seeped into our reali-DEE “quiet down youre feeling fine it’s a contract nobody signs, you knew about it.” so now im suspicious but this burger is delicious, and no one wants to risk their comforts oh see how we flock “cmon, you’re a lucky one born a free american, but now that you brought it up you’re only free when you self destruct.” O!

I said it myself im real hard to please i dont try to make sense of my inconsistencies but thats the easy way of going about it im sure if you knew you’d probably undersatnd that the world is too small to be taken by more than one hand. I thought it out right i thought it out well but when i wrote it didnt make sense except to itself/ i tried to revise i tried to make changes i tried to dot my i’s and meddle with phrases but i never really understood too much about the written word its too hard to understand, its even harder to pick up on a slow beat will make it possible to predict or understand

vector squad, lets have another beer, we may be going in circles but its better than staying here look up translations and leave your love in the ruins of an ancient civilization, what a sensation it passes through me as i pass by you and though i’ve never seen you i’m meaning to, there’s a light in the doorway that illuminates your form and you hold it in as i try not to realize that you are pretend into the deep with everybody it’s all in the movement and we take all we can get and we’ll all leave a legacy on the internet into the deep with everybody it’s the best joke yet

“what the world needs now is love sweet love its the only thing theres too little of what the world needs now is love sweet love no not just for some but for everyone” Ooo!

“don’t say i didnt warn you about the government when your computer spoke with such an air of authority and i didnt think you’d wander from the mothership but you hijacked a civilian freighter bound for synechdoche and the armored guard was bored with sighs and politics and boasting bout how fast their engines go from 0 to 60 they were on your tail before you got your mirror fixed cause it doesnt take long to go from 0 to 60 and i tried to provide a distraction with my oh-so-forgettable face but you were in the brig before i even left my base now theyre asking you some questions about our secret operation and the names of men and women who were counting on your statement i didnt want to have to kill you, but i guess you had something to prove”

There are topographic maps fillin’ up empty space there’s a demon fox howling your strange sounding name it’ll take all it can it’s become a theme its clawing at it’s cage in 3/4 in my dreams. so we trudge through the first snow that was mostly rain and the mischievous ice trips you on the way to the train so you’re no longer in a rush we get closer each day and just when i get comfortable i hear him howling far away. this giant structures gotten far too big and its never gonna change but somethings clogged up the subways and everyone’s late it’s tails are a-swirlin’ its eyes are aflame and knowin that it’s down there is what gets me through the day

An early snow changed the leaves fast the faces that pass all wear the most fashionable masks as they hurry to their destination the sidewalk pushes back birds are borne gracefully in a bad wind and the fishes dance on the currents baby dont rush to the end, we we’re made for stumbling

Faulty eyes of caramel how you bore straight into me we checked the poison at the door, and went to the party oh the drugs were on the table and the girls were on the floor and i made such a promise as id never made before yeah i swore to be respectable and not to be irate i swore id try to understand the choices you had made but i didnt give my signature, no i never signed no page and i killed all the witnesses so you wouldnt have a case but the jury found me guilty anyway

“hello ladies and gentlemen or should i say goodbye. we'll never get out of here its all about money. oh it always was. we're trapped down here, they closed down NASA, do you see them for who they are? those are the criminals, not me. lord knows it had to be done, i took it on myself and was that so wrong?” those were his final words. he knelt to the ground. they cut off his head. he knelt to the ground. those were his final words, “and was that so wrong? i took it on myself, lord knows it had to be done, not me, those are the criminals do you see them for who they are? they closed down NASA, we're trapped down here, oh it always was its all about money we'll never get out of here or should i say goodbye. hello ladies and gentlemen”

I have lost my name left it there on the choppin block it’s comin back again takin notes on the overstock no reason or rhyme disproved in the next line I am not the same, as I was a moment ago, but nothing’s really changed every piece of me resisting the flow a universe in flux i could give two fucks about it it dont touch me it all feels the same, i’ll keep searching though it’s in vain. a burst of colors on a blank screen on the otherside coercion to dream of universals flickering with verbs forms are features, facets of words

pick a spot in the lines that twist about the wood and metal, and dont look up. curl up in your egg lest the walls falls away. gloom everywhere, death is a greasy gloom burger, it’s not unheard of but its still a shock, the feeling will pass away like it does every other day. oh golden bird, oh golden knife of science, we all were liars, no cause for accusations I reached my hand into the black and plucked out gold, but its hollow. there's nothing really there, its a trick of smoke and mirrors. so here are my new hands, same as your hands, same as always, same as nothing, here are my new hands, same as your hands, same as nothing soon to be something again, soon to be something again, again, soon to be something again, again, soon to be something again, again, soon to be something again, again, again.

oh, wooden vortex if it could record information it’d play like a phonograph black mist condensed in the air that flows into your hair and molds in my hands and falls away like backwards rain and you feel something but dont know what to say so you go: ooo oh i am lukewarm on an infinite plane and it still feels the same i am pregnant with half baked ideas for a flash i cease to exist in relation to only myself and then my nose comes into view this dewdrop world’s a morning nuisance for your shoes ooo (The Glowing Silver Orb) the glowing silver orb, appearing blue, does not appear. the fire sizzles like bacon on lesbian satanists in an old french movie. the walls pounds away at the air with our breath, and with the smoke from cigarettes which occasionally takes the place of breath, we push back. no. into the land of all seriousness we argue and create things that are new as each moment flows through them, unstable explosions- trying to fool our senses or something... so stamens slivered from the blonde, bellowing stomach of the table, gutted and guttural, but huge and veined, made of fluid wood that gives way to the touch like flesh. swirling and growing... and like a flash of thunder in the peripherals, the pollen dug into to the talons of bird, who attempted to perch who was both golden and blue, like splinters. and in a blur of movement drilled into the walls, hanging her there by her feet. I lay my hands upon the back of the... Ah! cool to the touch... -the bird, the birds back, the bird is metal, but then feathers, feathers in the metal, within, without. like the blue and gold, not spotted or separated, but... simultaneous. I feel these are words that would be truer in Braille. So here are my hands amongst all this wood and metal, and yellow light, and lack of night stars. Here are my hands again, far from the clouds that won’t show their true purple, whose electric souls do battle with laziness, who tell me, “I don’t have a soul, I am just a sum-of-parts.” Here, are my hands wondering if all this wood and metal isn’t flesh? or just as good? It beats like the pumping or arteries. So here are my hands wondering what I can reach into and what I can pull out. fumbling for things to turn into profit, demonstrating in the air, talking with cool ease, now pocketed. Here are my hands, amongst all this wood and metal and I don’t know what to do with them. I would give them to you, if you could truly receive them. They are made of are made of wood and metal, I realize, that gives way to the touch like flesh. they, too, are a shimmering simultaneity of every color, they are sonorous whales, they are a multiplicity of dancing electric charges, a million subtly flickering layers, they are like everything else. and like everything else, they are infinitely specific. they are not the same as they were a moment ago these are my new hands, sifting through primordial goo, hoping to touch something absolute, and in the meanwhile searching for your hands- or the cardinal directions of your stomach. resting on your cheeck, yet filled with all that dancing electricity! here are my new hands, the same as your hands, as wood and metal, as fire, as plaster and air, as a tomato, as a seven pound hempen shirt, as vast and endless space.