Intermission: Thesis of Infinite Measure

Mindnumbflesh waiting on homecell and lost loves found

dealin with scabs and no one ever lives signin papers and

bells are fillin the sky with the schemes from the

temperature rises and bats say wondering claps of dying

basalt origins touching waving corner of the eyes blind

star legions hiding in cauldrons loving girls. no. no

man, play number 11, play that number 11.... yeeeah.haha.

the scanners are turned off and i got thirty or forty

more minutes. relationships in real life are SO hard to

handle with friendly friends touching breathing my way

sultering on my wavelength. is my phone ringing? old gods

dying under shades of anti-gravity we come from the

water, we came from the air. pray for good tidings was a

thought that kept repeating, but no one could ever find

out said they, when will we wake up, and swim into the

sounds? swim into the sounds x5