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This Is The Frequency
Soft dream
transmissions
from the dead
Do you copy?
They speak in
hieroglyphics
I lose myself in
the transgression
of time
The monotony
of gray skin
Cut off the
machinery
Turn it off
Turn it off
I Ching Jukebox
Spectral
Dadaists
appear
eating
greasy
wings
Neon
moons of
expression
bellow
in dark
corners
Exploded
Buddhas
dig crazy
wisdom on
I-Ching
Jukeboxes
Move on
over for the
gray ghost
of infinity
A Penny Dream
The future is
expected be
written, insidious
words chose as
lines and sound
exhibit self
deconstruction
words as leakage
multiply
intentionally
deconstructing in
automatic
movement....
abstract
breaths.... textual
suicide, dream
crimes psychic
sweat standing
wild surrealistic
thrusting
a penny dream
becomes long
and cold adorned
with slow
despair, pointless
nonsense of the
heart the anger
paints layers of
wonder and neon
purgatory
muttered
memories and the
amateurish
sketching of stale
flesh and the
usual trappings
God exists in
songs that offer
no hope
Soft dream
transmissions
from the dead
Do you copy?
They speak in
hieroglyphics
I lose myself in
the transgression
of time
The monotony
of gray skin
Cut off the
machinery
Turn it off
Turn it off
I Ching Jukebox
Spectral
Dadaists
appear
eating
greasy
wings
Neon
moons of
expression
bellow
in dark
corners
Exploded
Buddhas
dig crazy
wisdom on
I-Ching
Jukeboxes
Move on
over for the
gray ghost
of infinity
A Penny Dream
The future is
expected be
written, insidious
words chose as
lines and sound
exhibit self
deconstruction
words as leakage
multiply
intentionally
deconstructing in
automatic
movement....
abstract
breaths.... textual
suicide, dream
crimes psychic
sweat standing
wild surrealistic
thrusting
a penny dream
becomes long
and cold adorned
with slow
despair, pointless
nonsense of the
heart the anger
paints layers of
wonder and neon
purgatory
muttered
memories and the
amateurish
sketching of stale
flesh and the
usual trappings
God exists in
songs that offer
no hope