a path of light to forever flowing forth like a stream a path of light I remember cutting me off from the dream your dawning day has come your hands been raised to overtake the sun the doorbell has been chimed you must now awake man there…

I think I’ll drink til this makes sense and that might be a damn long time I’m at the bottom of the well but at least the water’s become wine Is this what passes for a fantasy? it’s all green screen and electrical tape To seize the…

The madman looks distorted in all mirrors but the funhouse variety.

verse 1 the train has left the station the terminal is bare there's stirrings in the psyche ward it's something in the air that same old aggravation old dog that bit the hare a motion blur on the chessboard which pawns have played…

catscans on this dogday reveal the zero brainwaves can you come out to play on the living side the still line lingers sideways whatever thoughts left far away is my message making it through to a mind content to hide?

A wise Canadian once said that things still happen in the chronological spackle that fills in the space between the narrated events.

Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

Sentient Spiritual Spirograph Scribbles Sorcery Sigils

before I disappear I form a fossil shaped by fear fresh thoughts have gone up dry yet old habits still multiply my waking life is said and done I'm just this script I have become no good solution can be found let's burn this whole thing…

sustained guitar