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another ambient track i made. I bought arturia's pigments and been messing with it.

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new ambient track, haven't made one in a while.

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messing with music again, got a few tracks i'm working on, but this short snippet i made gave me some crazy "anti-gravity racing game vibes" lol. I'm gonna try to turn it into a song I think, but I'm guessing it's D&B which is new to me as someone that mostly makes ambient.

time to start listening to d&b and get references i guess :)

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antihistamine.

walking towards georgia, wishing for a smile in a cthulhu tendril way

Some birds on powerlines, some bicycles too hanging there, shoes slung over by the laces, and other epitaphs for the unnamed.

it's heavenly hot,

yeah, I know. birds be tangled up in blue, it's the only reason they fly.

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yeah okay.

just to watch it, Rain falls I d on't influence. and i want to lie to you, about who i am, who i will be.

A good kisser, a good husband, a good father.

want to lie to you be causation, simmering pot cooking jambalaya maybe i spill it all on the floor let my friends know about leaving doors open.

I don't know who i'm named after. cold tap pours warm water, gotta check late at night for a leak see a possum running eyes glinting in the dark.

Some thing, I think, is watching what i do next, Deer police guarding the rye fields ( a reference to when i was a reverend reverence for old texts manipulated, Rocky always saying only read the KJV, but there's a reason it's named after a mortal).

any way south to mississippi or alabama, whichever, from the mountains to the gulf, I don't influence the rain, let it run naturally along the river and down my arms too and I don't lie

instead, I don't say much of anything.

what if i'm a circle. maybe in prison i'll Speak good things about people i knew about from cousins twice--removed on dad's side, say "i heard once" a lot; to break out, steal a bus, become a baker.

ptsd he says in his chair, and there was a cop car outside, and on the way home bags of trash slung in the middle of road, narrowly missed.

They'll do something to me, evne still, evenings are still lately. attitudees thick and muggy, a plane flies over head to look at my house and my small body and they take pity on me, the passengers, say look at that strange man who wishes f or a bed surrounded by walls to feel truly protected and un0nervous and unshakey.

you'll figure out i'm lying eventually, and the rain will stop, and then you'll tell me what i'm lying about and i can finally know too.

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grow backwards-ing into time,

listening to arguments about hatred

some Days are soon. we know.

so a garden from sound, a temple for flesh is what we have for us still up in the holler, away and far, until it creeps across the pines.

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the night hangs low, ripples into morning.

clouded head me just a small big thing on a sphere surrounded by lights. Too small to be significant, too big to be less so.

everything is put inside me all at once, and i become the distant thunder, i become the songs of birds.

allowances to save up for later, to remind of Some Thing when i want to hurt, desire it so much as to be concrete foundation peeking through plaster. Still solid, but enough difference, enough of Enough.

unknowing much of anything, a shadow of Time-Space splinters into flowers and engulfs my doppelgangers with windows as to look into them, to see reflection, to see past and present.

This is the abusive me, this is the abused me, this is the me that is full of love and the other me full of hate.

tick-tock.

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Kara-Lis Coverdale - Daze

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withdrawal

of that softness in nowhere signal looping radio static

i am me, me is you.

Memories of befores long for afters.

a piano on a lake playing Rachmaninov, the church and her steeple shadowed by surrounding mountains.

i walk paths others have gone through, and then i say to myself i am alone cause i am nowhere.

think a little of the feelings of tubberware, how long they've been stored in the bottom of the cabinet. Thrown in there, loose lids strewn about.

i feel soft like fur in my heart but they say i always look angry, the tubberware mocking me every night. It's not a metaphor for anything, everything has a consciousness.

i am connected to the iron girders holding up my buildings that i own on sycamore street. I'm rich, i'm woven, kudzu basket leaking light.

hike up the price to extort the residents, mostly emotions, but emotions do not pay me anything.

i have a fancy car, i have a fancy soul. I'm going to heaven. It's good to know these things.

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berceuses for Much Anymore.

pulling apart the letters of my name until remains only truth

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out of garden, sell it all, build the temple

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at the window: smokestack plumes and a tree too big. Inside a room four walls and a Self lessened.

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= his mouth is mocking birds, chimney left open for the swifts, and i watch colors and my scalp furrows at every door hinge that creaks from his throat.

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a ghost film behind the eyes. there is something still listening. in which every house leans in menacingly toward the sidewalk (i avoid cracks, i also avoid birth places) and Meaning is implanted in my skin until there is the hollow-sense.

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thick algae laid across the pond, suffocating what lived beneath.

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positively. posited. positron.

i cling onto very human natures so as to be saved from my own.

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evnslo

to unlearn names, doors open for wasps Who, as in the moon over cityscapes all illuminated (to know enough about nature from documentaries.)

Cried a little folding laundry, just a small amount in private, with no one looking.

everyone is numberchosen for the powerball, but nobody lets everyone know.

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sustainable complicity, What a One wants.

fire alarm, left the oven eye on. A house filled with smoke.

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the appointment of sooner than later, eyes itching dry at the imaginary.

where in is, some leaky faucets

in Light, loud TV, pain and Baclofen

a small shadow, moth or cockroach, on the cataract life.

Maybe if did not know boundaries, the kind that split this world from the others this universe from heaven.

A mountain is singing a eulogy always for it alone reached high enough to know the elsewheres.

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hushed now Solitude summer wringing out hands, prayers, market stalls

exhausted from noise, see me on the stoop sitting, abiding, a do-nothing villain listening to distant car alarm watching heat lightning across the sky

it is safe in the End. feels warm next to her. neighbors judging cross-armed by their swimming pool

i don't take care of the inner self, a fault line set in by honest parents, false friends, deaths and doormats.

there is a great desire to rest heavily in Light.

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Looking for Dawn in All the Places

We spoke once in the language of salt and windowlight, where mornings arrived like promises left unopened at our kitchen table.

There were days we could name clouds by how they made the sky feel— and nights that asked for nothing in return.

Now, even the walls have forgotten our voices, the floorboards no longer greet our footsteps. Time unspools like thread pulled too fast from a wound.

We map constellations in response— in the static of screens, where warmth is pixel and silence loops with nothing new to say.

You said once we’d laugh about this, when the clocks forget how to spring forward, when we find one another again incidentally.

But laughter is its own foreign address, with obscure directions.

We've run out of ways to say what we mean.

So we sit, like ash, fearing the world is turning into something else— as this moment threatens to become the unimaginable distant future from not so long ago.

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i don't think people ask the serious questions anymore. Like for instance, how come we eat the bulb of onions but the leaves of chives? Aren't they similar plants?

what is this crazy world we live in smh my head.

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gotta admit, with the fema and noaa defunding i'm pretty worried about this hurricane season.