I spent a whole day sitting alone in a swirling cesspool of the unknown. I go into this earth with intentions of un-intention. Disinterested or disconnected. Yellow glow, red and green to mezzanine and dreaded median it seems. In-between the lesser grounded thieves of air and enlightened beings. Material freed from metaphysical streams of pleas and refreshed seeds or one-up keys. Fake promises of top or bottomless in a solvent of wind and fire and earth and air and breathe... Oxygen or oxycotin, dilute yourself in freedom or in unison indeed. A nihilists ideal is black and white to shelter emotions of which one must feel. We’re all cliche it’s just what matters is recognition in dusty screenplays, or modern innovative intricate mediums erasing sucker-punch complacency. This is where the laugh track plays and the crowd goes wild for an existentialist’s last day. Last daze, the brick wall approaches and bashes the barrier burial ground. Stay. Awake, not fake, but safe, in knowledge. The freedom’s a burden just don’t acknowledge anything. You’re my little everything, essentially synced existence. It’s echoing.
Amoeba hit mitosis, Midas hit psychosis, might have slipped my focus how the lighter essence closes off. Don’t swap the thoughts, not amoeba, not not, not bots, don’t stop.
Foundries and foundries and fountains of bad dreams.
I spent a whole day sitting alone, writing useless poems, chiseling statues from stone. You look like glass to be thrown in a classroom full of droning cacophony and the ringing of telephones. Hella glow, hello though. It’s the voices of 16th century composers all calling in just for closure. No sir, I don’t want a bribe or any modesty, honestly, I’m better off with monotony. Mahogany bounce off of he who speaks forth without common pleas or forced report. Report to contort. Resort or abort. Sort.
From Johannesburg, South Africa, terrence? delivers an EP of gorgeous soul and moody hip-hop surrounded atmospheric production. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 13, 2022
