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The Monolith

Back when i used to go to Syracuse University School of Fine Arts, I got such bad mono I


missed almost a full month or possibly two of semester, I could barely move, I could not


walk crookedly through the hallways at school, one long hallway, endless stairs, nothing


has been done before but it is the way you do it that is so cool, she reminded me of it


my muscle memory, I used to work out, I used to do a little light lifting myself back in the


basement, it was second semester, when I couldn't move then, I can barely remember it


half a year gone to the distance of history, so much more gone to the sand, so many days


go by I couldn't count them all, all the instances I have loved anything at all about living.


POSTED THE ALBUM


  1. Seventeen Minutes In By A Seventeen Year Old On Instagram

  2. Is That Leopard Print Or Am I Just Asking For Leather Pants

  3. Bring Back The Machine, Thats Tree, Cut The Roots Tangled Within All Things

  4. Babe, Call Me A Cabbie, I'm Shooting This Bark

  5. Your Mind Is Urine

  6. Cold Sores From Cold Stones For Cabbage Kids

  7. Unplug The Television From The Tube And Telly It To Mars

  8. Pray For Rain, It Is The Seedlings, That Matters


She is an evil one she is, I wouldn't know a thing about it, I wouldn't know if it is or isn't and I


Still couldn't listen to a thing a single says about a stamp, much less the bar-codes, it is of


Some dance the numbers painted on the floor with fans, was this floor sand, was this trotting


Spam folder empties man is getting drunk somewhere with my friends, do I have any I dont


Still know probably not and most likely all about to fall away from me like a leaf falls in the


Streaming hulu taught me things I wont be likely to forget that cup is full of sea water I knew


Something about somethings, knot in the wood fingered by the floor, forgot to touch the rug


So what, i wrote it didn't i did i who knows whom should be so pleasing to the eyes it was a


Surprise, was it, a jagged edge, thats jaguar print am I guessing again, I dont know cats I do


Sometimes read their language it is a line of paradigms it is a dime in the driveway it is a sign


Sign your name on the chain to join the time is sand in the light beams coloured for to play


So what is your name anyway what is it like on the other side of the mind somewhere forever


Some distance away down the stream catching leaves on fire for the burning crush, scrumble


That is what you do to a crumpled mistake on a peice of paper made from the ashes of dust


That is what you do to a mysterious guest of the hallways glow some round about rainbow


That is what, a light fixture, royally fucked for the straight, hardly a flushed face could breathe


That is what, a house of cards made only of royal faces, pull the rug out from beneath one


That is what a waving flag in the battalion, hanging from the rod, tied to the ring by a rope


Tied tight, knotted thrice, rope strands split from the bark of a hanging tree branch still it is


That rogue, the righteousnes, what is it to be rough from the heart lucid on the pavement it


That heart left to the aces to be crushed into red diamonds by a tire swing, a whole park of


That, tires, everywhere you look there was one to be, tired of trying to tired to speak still to


That, I would just like like to say this, when I spoke freely about what I was thinking of within


That, I don't know if you read the news, but it wasn't about you, things happen in lands far


That far away just a bit downstream and when they happen I just don't know what for and


That is something that makes me wonder about, reason, is it Lust that causes Rape or is it


That Rape creates a paradigm of punishing idealogistics, and in about just how many lives


Unless there is a balance between the accuser and the accused, the accursed rights of life


Unless there is just something to it that I have missed, unless it is the purpose, is it one and


Unless it is the same, just actresses and actors playing out their fulfilling parts of the play


Unless, this isn't a stage? when wast it then all things revolving madnessesess, unless it is


Unless it is that that is just how things happen then, I wouldn't bring myself to say things I


Regret to inform all and each and everyone, I am still just one beneath the sun, yet it is a


Regretfully dishonest misnomer to be considering what it is to be one with creation of all


Since the beginning of time then, there was I, is that what I am to believe, is that what the


Slippery words speak slitheriane serpentine speeches from salivating sounds slipping from


I dunno, i used to say that sumtimes. Sometimes i get bored of writing things because


I forget where I am and I start to question every, and all that goes to shit, things, a fucking.


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