i'm existential

crave neon light

I appear as mantras

chanted into night

the superstition

as intuition

wave good bye

to our reason or right

truth?

irrelevant!

speak your mind

with a thousand daggers

we carve the signs

into our chests

blood boil death

we

glowing red under the UV lights

seven verses spoken to me

I'm neither awake or in dreams

how did he lose the fight

all is given to you, so breathe

with voices in electronic seas

we ride through night

and we'll be fine

and we'll be fine

(oohs)

Inconsequential

to the culture hive

i live in darkness

with candle light

burnt down so low

the wax, the mold

I feast on Eros of inner life

Perceive

Pursuit

Don't compromise

for the greater follies

of a grander lie

turn on

dissect

but we credible

infect the

people of paper

inferno

cries

seven verse spoken to me

into the magic of the inner wayward space

the haze of futures press and rattle at an epic pace

around the ankles arms 

churning into microscopic cities

of seven verses spoken through

biological duplicity

i got polyphonic sight

futures prophesied  

galactical & theorized

we ride through night

and we in flight

we in flight

and we in flight 

we in flight

 had an idea for a video.  Pretty simple in that it's one family.  The family is depicted in two extreme settings.  First Fam is in the suburbs, on the couch, going to church, father goes to work at a prestigious  company or a lawyer, kisses his wife, fast food, ipods, TV, mostly feature interactions in one location.  Second family, is like a complete hippie opposite but its the SAME family, gardening their own food, mohawk on the kid, mother/father go to Burning Man, happy.  

turn the camera

twist the lens

can you see far enough

into your own outer space

vexing

floating

star gazing

inept to internalize it all

just yet

another sip of aged bourbon

another symptom of the truth

of all that we are

or would ever hope to be

washed away in the icy chill

of the restlessness of a Pacific Ocean

the ringer around your t-shirt

faded from an improper coin op

co-opt

bleach wash

staunch this

resemble that

won't compromise under the shadows

sparkle in the bat's eyes

it's ears 

ever to be more than that

there

efficient

quotient

quotation

for another

flawed equation

floating into the equator

living 

breathing

under the dock

of the atomic space station

rippling through another cardiogram

between your heart and 

your nose

this particular stretch

of the imagination

to forget the feeling of a insensitive vacuum

i feel my skin leave its home

i howl in regret

and my teeth shine for miles