Blue EarthBlue EarthBlue Earth
You are walking in warm deep blue, Toes poised on the tracks, swaying as you walk To a tune strung across fretted oaks poking their fingers Into the firmament, conducting the whirling clouds As the red brick rides a low D call and the blue responds; The Mockingbird sings a car alarm, Sharp clack scuff of your shoes on the track And the iron's in tune.
The words are beyond the beyond the melody between the worlds of eyes and forever skies Even time tween the crux the lines in which matter divides falls away into sky which in turn falls away into space Bl
Stream Train Memory Identity..Stream Train Identity Memory SynchronicityStream Train Memory Identity..
Slip. "Everything within you will feel erased now." Record needle Johnny Cash, gravel pouring on dirt roads voice: "I hear the train a-coming" Ewan: "All his songs are about trains." *clicks mouse* "Shoot a dream in your arm..." Record needle. "the material world seems to me like a newspaper headline - it's explicitly demands your attention and it may even contain some truth, but what's really going on here?"
In Birmingham you have to press a button to open the coaches on the metro.
OctoberTwisting fingers reaching for the sky— Fist Turn things over—October
It’s cold today. Not a cutting cold…a calm chill, a breath of frost that plays with our fears. The birds are unfazed, calling to overcast sky like any spring day. First true day of autumn and the trees begin to take off their green finery and jab the air bare-fisted, but they’re still mostly clothed, enjoying the remnants of a lingering summer while tasting the tension, the imminent end. Even the rain is hushed but this is not April rain,
October. &n
Pixellate, Cope, Devastate...Pixellate, Cope, Devastate, Heavens, ResetPixellate, Cope, Devastate...
Frenetic. No, don’t breathe Get this done, just a couple more hours’ Optimal mechanization of myself. Digitize me, manic world! Pixellate me.
To cope with our driven-ness, we created weekends, promised lands of hope and rest that will never satisfy; Drop of water to a thirsty tongue
Happy MLK day! Live the dream.
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going sleepless
and you're out of lullabies.
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they must believe they peelin'
back banana skins
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