I believe music is the tragedies o… micro-dosed to us. A chord change to minor ends with us crying, a picardy third

Betwixt imagination And anxious reality You exist; A phantom. I hear you

Yellow-green leaves lie still Upon the concrete ground. Cars are parked, People are sparse; It is the afternoon.

I shot the president and he melted into a pool of ice cream. Yummy!

Bestow upon me wisdom So that I may forget it Once again.

The words, the hate Flies, no, spurts Out of your dull mind Faster than comprehension Allows you to filter,

Look, the moon is out! It’s almost full moon. But it’s midday, the moon’s not su… Go away moon!

From the day that we met your name has bounced around in my… increasing in volume it’s really loud now but i don’t mind

Yet I use it all the time. The weather? Check my phone. The time? Check my phone. Calendar? Check my phone. How many people died today? Check my phone. It’s so exhausting. Everything ha...

Lifeworld is wondrous full of possibilities endless in time theoretically

The wall’s broken down, The river’s run aground, The water’s sound Is nowhere to be found. The angst of it comes to call

Progression or depression, it depends on the portends. But never regression.

This headache, these carpenters in my bedroom, pound my respite with no quarter. Just now, I need, despite the con…