Nobody does things all on their own We lose ourselves, get in the zone, Voices blend, a space becomes home our thoughts and hearts we intone What is this in-love state? Is it inside us or are we in a place? Our conversations circulate, the walls reverberate. Did choice lead us here? Is collision merely fate?

The flesh of god is liquified The belly chord is tied The tongue crunches up the food And the teeth keep it inside I’m impulsive; I switch my love from branch to fruit When you’re drunk, eat mangoes When you’re high, eat bread Born belly chord Bored word catcher Tongue clasher Dream master Bad dancer Blasted with the flu Clue finder Gem miner Coat liner Loud whiner Don't mind her She's inclined to Sounding like a zoo Made wild with two left arms

Liftin on up over fog filled horizon The purple sun is rising The view is mesmerizing I’ve got a little place where the two of us could lay And the crew would not complain If you never went away They understand the feeling Of wanting something freeing It’s why they’re always singing why they’re always singing Yo-ho Cuz We can see it all better from the bay If you could try on adventure for the day You too could see it better from the bay Yes, you too And I could stay with you I’d watch it too So what do you want to do what do you want to do I’ll love you until you’re weak What I want I want to keep Can you trust me? You know I'm an animal A swindler A player A thief But I'll let you be my right hand girl and all my dirty secrets you will reap You’re right to do this, my lovely pair of butter lips, ill give you promises and commitments, just so you'll be balled in my fist I'll offer such a life worth living for, however I can prove to you it's you I do adore My doll, Imagine just how smooth that it could be, perched upon a gentle breeze, living true and living mean with your eyes always set on the sea? We’ve got the vigor of our youth And the years to prove it too So say i do, Submit to my spell, You’re a soul, i’m a shell unLess you’re here i will never be well So lemme tell you You’re worth nothing more than what i make of you My lip torn tattered sash hard ass cast and crew can support though, a band of young bandits never destined to grow, Live in the mouth of the island Monarch bay Where we watch the sun rise and set each day Love her, lover Lose yourself to loving her Cap says submerge yourself in something bit slimier, try this here, the water bottle fulla tha sacred elixir, itll fix her, are you hearing me better? We were talking about when to leave not what if or whether. We’re staying together. Through spine storms and beat drops, ill flick the wrist of forget-me-not and you can leave your old life to rot. Join my melting pot. My crew is mean but welcoming and they always like what ive caught. So run with me, whats to lose? Theres so much to see. Come be free. When this ship sinks we’ll both go down Yo-ho Don’t get thrown by the things people sayin I know you’ll be okay If in my arms you are laying The future holds a fortune for us if you come with me we’ll be there soon, you’ll see We’ll be singing on the seas, like Yo-ho The light shines on the waters of the bay watch it too and all your troubles will fade away Yes, us two I will stay with you I’ll watch it too So what do you want to do what do you want to do We can see it all better from the bay what i want i want to keep i'll love you until you're weak They’ll be sorry to see you, sorry to see you sorry to see you go I’ve got the smoothest, got the smoothest tongue, I know But do you want what lives below? Comfort lies where water flows Where water flows, we dip our toes, and all the lovers stand in tow

Actively enjoying the presence of a lover present for another, hovering in techno brainspace, the thoughts we encase on a digital page. Sprinkle sage round the edges with a fire momentous, bringing our world back to us through tablets and hard hits, ramshackle brick castle built upon cliffs engraved with hieroglyphs of monoliths and zebra spit, this is our wit—how it banters, bounces and wobbles, to and fro, it fills hampers, and laundry piles up and the pasta gets fucked too cooked now it sucks but we still sit at dinner, slurp that shit up slurp that shit up slurp that shit up So what? Smell my feet? They’re quite pungent at this hour. Nice and sour. A snack of yeast and flour. A smell that i’m sure your tapeworms will devour. Get on track and bend your back, there is no need to cower. Silly, lame, what a shame. We call to our dames using pet names, and we’re bouncing like we make money that way, tube tops and thigh highs and our titties displayed. Playdates for the purpose of seduction, Go ahead, get bumpin, can’t lose sight of that muffin you scrumptious love stuffing, For a smile we’re bluffing and our thoughts got us blushing Desiring something you just can’t face, won’t embrace, need to chase, and as a result our hard work goes to waste. So we turn the page, pick up playing the bass And enticed by the sound realm, start exploring space. Green dirt. Fire ants. Red skirt. Do a dance. The pus squirts. Onto our hands. The pus squirts. Onto our hands. Maybe we can make this donkey prance. Better not leave it up to chance, ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? ain’t that right? aren’t you the man? Hey. Wait. WHo left me alone in here? Was my sense of direction not utterly clear? Did I not make a list of all my worries and fears? Oh, was that too much to hear? Well alright, if you say so, i’m ready for the limelight. Fists to your face, watch the chest when you fight. Just don’t get tired, pace yourself. Waste every ounce of cat food on the way you curl your pouted mouth. It’s uncooth, uncouth, to be tripping nub toothed in gold shoes splattered with the wet goo. you hollowed out your roots, that’s what the city do, and our smelly rotten apples go on past the point of food. I question I question I question I question and here I am so invested, bent upon a message, being tested by an asshat making petty wisecracks bout how the second verse was sung a bit too flat and i’m too young at that to be involved anyhow, Better minor in lettuce, major in jerking off cows. Too vivid? Im livid, as if high weren’t enough, so im here sip sipping off a trough of this stuff A classic head to head, what doesn’t go on bread? Cereal does not exist. Those bowls were in our heads. And I’m through with belief and concern on being clean, And what good is belief if its source is unseen? I wanna be A dirt that’s diseased, a ship that’s been greased, a sense of relief, pleased but never honestly, only in a way that the public can see. that the public can see. that the public can see. Can the public see me? Please, please yourself. Bend backwards, end up with your brain up on a shelf and you eating shellfish and us fearing squish and none of us willing to fucking call it quits. none of us willing to fucking call it quits. none of us willing to fucking call it quits. Go backwards, go head, stand top a lapis lazuli, call out to the butterbees who whizz on through these rubber trees, a flub of fleece, a shoe to grease, a feat to feast, a cunt to eat— They all wanna try your meat They all await your expertise I know to them you aren’t too keen But thats the price of being seen thats the price of being seen thats the price of being seen thats the price of being seen I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, love’s inside me, love’s inside me And its beautifully freeing, these things im experiencing, A portal to madness giving me tunes to sing Im so willing to dive down this rabbit hole To see what ive been waiting for The fun I missed while stuck indoors I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, I’m not in love, but love’s inside me, love’s inside me, love’s inside me

Water leaves us dry We ask the tarot why a Moment could inspire Such a foolish kid as I, Keep our feelings tied And neither can decide, our Hands are to our sides But we let our bones collide What if we could stay underwater? What if we only breathed underwater? What if we disassociate and wake up to a slaughter? Spineless weeds and guilty deeds All thrive beneath the water I know said i was gonna draw it out, gonna drip it out, gonna let slow slime slip into its own shapeless cup but I let my water get drank up we toss ourselves to sound baths and mind math and I squeeze between these shards of glass, the mirror shattered pleasant disaster, whatchu after? one side will howl, the coyote's growl, the prowl, the chase, the unfettered ways of exploring the taste, as we make our gaze into grace. this is how the ocean calls to me, in orange, in yellow, in the moment, do you see? the foam of the waves give me kisses and the dogs'll tongue in the distance, what are we missing? what am I missing? what are you wishing for? What if we could stay underwater? What if we only breathed underwater? What if we disassociate and wake up to a slaughter? Spineless weeds and guilty deeds All thrive beneath the water. We sit in an intellectual room with mystery and misery too we pass notes through the vast binds of space and sleep escapes us Didn't take good care of myself Forgot my needs, lost mental health Got addicted to the time we’d spend So I mold into sand like a child again This is how whispers of ourselves crack open like the knowing of now, the wanting of yesterday and the thoughts we hold in. we hold our hands to die, pale knuckles wrapped in wire, we drink til shit turns dire, Our palms perspire We cannot tire Is it worth wanting more? watch the waves becoming foam, the tune they sing it brings me home, I brush my hair but rarely comb, I see the teeth inside the dome, Is this the sea I have to roam? I’d rather just sit back and moan. Is this a path to being grown? To hold my own, to hold my own. What am I being shown?

hello

The soul of a wearied one Seeks out an extension For their brutally calcified tongue “Who won?” They asked once their Mouth had been cast Into plastic and glass And occasionally gum “It’s fun to become an immortalized one and live on among These someones made of scum. But only if i’m past the plastering point So that I may anoint myself with your cum.” It was then that they stuttered, fell back into a cupboard took a moment to recover before chowing down on rubber “Isn’t that not the tastiest thing?” Said a bird nursing A mildly injured wing “Yes, but my tongue is now hardly an organ, my taste buds are entirely numb, So I cannot feel the sting.” Inside.

you jump into a pond. there aren't alligators in the pond but there are alligators in your soul. you open your eyes and you see something. at first it's an ice cube but then it's refracted into six different things at a time. one of those things is something you remember, one of those things is totally new, and one of those things is exactly the direction you're going. (what about the other three things?)

Today we’re focused on the subject of one such fairy named Atmosphere. Now, we found this specimen in sector 2341, which is a tiny meadow right past the treacherous slime bog of the eastern woodlands. When we found the creature, they barely had enough roots to keep them steady and their leaves had only just begun to unfurl. Despite that, they had power gauges up in the trillions, equating that of a gargantuan horse flitter. It was completely unprecedented for a being of their magnitude, which at the time was only around 1100-1300 watts. But still. That energy left uncontained? Infinitely dangerous. They were attracting crowds of juice suckers. Yes yes, those fae did deny it, said they were just there to enjoy the music, but all of them were intoxicated beyond measure, simply from being in the presence of this strange flesh lump. We removed them from the ground for their safety, sure, but for the safety of others as well. Who knows what damage they could cause. Their species? Uncertain. There is definitely a presence of the bug family. Something draconic. Maybe feline. But we actually can’t seem to identify where this fae came from. They appear to have just sprouted into existence spontaneously. The most that we can ascertain is that they have great influence over the realms of light and sound. Moreso than any other fae we’ve seen. They seem to have complete control over the way a space is felt. It’s almost as if they are the light and sound around them, and this being we see before us is only a concentration of that energy. Not only that, but their powers flow from them naturally, all the time, they just believe it into being. This was of course was another reason for their necessary isolation. We wanted them to feel comfortable in their cage though, so we tried to dress it up with as many of their favorite things as we could. You know. Mirrors. Dirt. They seem pretty happy most of the time. They keep themselves entertained. We don’t actually know how communicative they are because the Qwing is the only one who is allowed to speak to them or have any kind of interaction with them at all. Our observations only happen from a distance and only for specific intervals. They seem to talk to themselves a lot. Sometimes they throw fits, but the cage keeps them contained, and their powers don’t work inside it. But for the most part, they’re relaxed, pretty weird but well behaved. We assume they’re happy. They’ve got all they could possibly need, don’t they?

Terrible, terrible Lali, terrible, terrible Lali are you done yet? --No.... You silly goose! What is the matter with you? I'ma spank you! That'll make you cry. We'll get a wooden spoon after you! We'll get that bottom with blisters on it! Then you'll cry! --How'm I supposed to stop crying when you say I'm terrible? Oh, and do you think I mean it? Or are we having a little drama? Do you really think I mean it? --No... Well of course not you dumb dodo! I think you like to cry. --I do. We're right back where we started. You're more comfortable crying than you are smiling. It's just basic. Gotta change it. It's not fair to other people. --No. So you gotta stop. And—just refuse to listen. That's the best way. It's to just plain refuse to listen. Cuz I really understand. And I would think... I'd be feeling something and I'd think, "Oh my Barbara, aren't you dramatic..." Like, thats what this little person on my shoulder was telling me! So it made me feel like my feelings weren't authentic, like my feelings were all about drama...I got... My self was embarrassing me, How crazy is that! How crazy is that. --I mean, that's just how I've felt all year. Just. tell that person to go away! You can do it, I did it. Tell that person they don't have any validity, just get out of here. I don't need you. Just get the hell out of here. I mean seriously. That has to do with the befriending. You tell that person to go to hell. You don't need that person. We're more— and I always thought this way interesting, We're more built to be unhappy than we are to be happy. You have to teach yourself happiness. It's a learned thing. --Yeah. Well, you need to really concentrate on that. I mean, even to the point of like, at the end of the day 10 things you say that were beautiful. Ten things that you were grateful for. It's just reprogramming your brain. It's like a computer. It's got the wrong program running. Reprogram the brain! And that's all it is. I mean, you can do that. You know how to do that. But it's gonna take effort and time and you can't expect it to happen overnight. It's gonna take a while. But if you determine that you want to... It's that law of attraction thing you gotta really be careful about the law of attraction. I think that's one of the biggest laws we have. It's that we attract. But, you know. Just look at the sunsets. Make yourself— cuz you're not going to want to. This is not easy, this task we've set for you. There's nothing easy about it. But it's necessary. It really is. This can't go on. --Yeah. Want me to start stomping again? --No! Haha! Why not?

i go to school every day i get an F+ every day then i got an F- and I was so mad I threw my pencil at my teacher! She's mad! Oh no, I went to detention! Oh no, I got a spanking! Oh no, there's a creepy doll there! Oh oh oh oh yea!

The fool fails and fumbles and falls and tumbles and falls and fumbles and falls The fool fails and tumbles and falls and fumbles and falls, he breaks down the walls He mumbles and jumbles his failings and fallings You know he is stalling, the moment’s enthralling He’s falling and failing and feeling his feelings His heart is a-beating, oh boy is it weakening Feeling is all about failing and falling And falling and failing; your heart you’re impaling Feeling is all about failing and falling Falling and failing and feeling your feelings So tumble and fumble and fail and fall And fail and fall and break down the walls Fall and fall on over the wall On over the wall he falls and falls The fool he falls on over the wall, Over the wall, he falls and falls The wall is a tool for failing and falling And falling and failing the wall is a tool The wall is a tool, a tool you can use For failing and falling and tying your shoes The wall is a tool, a tool you can use For falling and failing and failing and falling And tumbling and fumbling and mumbling and jumbling And tying your shoes, and singing the blues And falling in love — not something you choose I choose to buzz! And love! Because! It’s what a fool must do!

Feedback between self and other, Fuck me, fight me, be my lover! What does it mean to be partners? You and I — becoming blurred. I had a dream That you took the bird out of my heart And put him into a box I’m weak from spiraling There’s passion without any trust I’m suffocating from a hug Your eyes becoming mean Experiments in cruelty You utilize what’s triggering Here is my body You say its skewed and broken too But this is how I open for you. Feedback between self and other, Fuck me, fight me, be my lover! What does it mean to be partners? You and I — becoming blurred. Feedback between self and other You and I — becoming blurred Not working, Not playing Just brooding And ebbing Away at each other Friend made into specimen Or is this just me speaking your words again Your words again Feedback between self and other, You and I — becoming blurred. Feedback between self and other, Fuck me, fight me, be my lover! What does it mean to be partners? You and I — becoming blurred. I had a dream That we sorted through all the gunk And what was left was only love The sky is filled with bees And no one sleeps alone tonight Or walks home through the snow and ice Feedback between self and other, Fuck me, fight me, be my lover! What does it mean to be partners? You and I — becoming blurred.

Music is me (is me) Music becomes (becomes me) Earth it surrounds me Earth loves (loves me) I am the (body) I am above (the body) I will never be just a (body) HEy look at me I am out of my body yup! YOU CLICK Now you're into it YOU DIP Now you're rid of it I FELL IN LOVE WITH MYSELF IT AIN’T ABOUT NOBODY ELSE I don't sleep Not tired I don't lack Desire I found a home Inside my mind I’m fine I found a home Inside my mind I’m fine I'm divine I'm divine I’m comfortable with a lil noise I’m beautiful cuz im wearing joy Anything is possible