Some Primitive and Turbulent Age of Transition

Halnya Andri: Strip bars, just tears in the fabric Cars spit vile alchemy, caught in the ratchet Faggots, with caveats of baggage Tagging windows, with awful tangents Static languishing, digital tears Post-Coital Memberanes, deathly stares Waiting for the other shoe to drop, only to find out it was the chair Hanging from the telephone lines, tongues of air forces, screaming who fucking cares If the emperor has no clothes imagine what the peasants wear Emaciated flesh, the mortal remnants Entangled, in the wires of society, just to be unplugged in seconds It's only times nature, for us to neglect it Radical calisthenics, stretching optimism Into fantasy, drowning in the desert I remember, when the days fell in wells of hours Cowering over a bottle, thought escape could being me power But the sluggish retreat, just left a coward Soured all serotonin, eroding on their tower Everything is behind me, and ahead of me Ephemeral body, alluding symmetry Soul Erosion, blinded by pedigree Amagdyla injected by pyramid schemes My cerebellum, is a jet stream, deafing propulsion Can't find balance in emotions Standing on the scale, hoping I'm not noticed Caloric disparity, clarity under quotient I repeat, the same damn lines Without food for thought, of who I quoted Solipsistic pictures, in the moments of grief Silence lept from the balcony, palpably beat Catastrophic failure, perilous peaks Corrosive weeks, jaded months, disappearing years Tears of red wine, hedonistic mimes Passionate decline, aged so indelicately Jesters boiled for a Royal's delicacy Inscurtibly corrupt as we toil Coiled, like ashen addiction effigies Scribbled headlines, information overwhelming me Am I at one with entropy, just foolish memory I thought torture left me empty But the truth is I felt everything cut coffee, cuticle hell cough cautious, in cubicle shell counter processing, a fuming gazelle caught fucking, thought juggling tempered temple dwells dismembering self, misremembering self carnophage pantheon, Calypso rebelled rebel in the delicate, irrelevant epithets pestilence evident, through little threats flexing my head, until my heart explodes discharged by the honor rolls, the story goes she let the carnal drone, parcel bomb explodes cardamon and garlic gloves, gum illusive intrusive thoughts, in bed with my sweat embedded movement, payment to debt at odds, just a buck 75, cult 45 and a strangers demise unquantized drums and crippling anxiety a fear of space and lack thereof patchwork gloves, boxing slugs, neurotic love despondent goddess shrugged mortified of basking out and terrified of shrinking in a shrieking sin, beneath suspicious grins i cannot live my life in a cage i cannot live my life in field yield, to my dysfunction flourishing neurons, still unaltered flower through the bars, pain has started beauty has started, run too fast to watch ITSD: Curse of Akkad Extinction burst by legalism and law On regal stone canalboat towpaths bitter water flowed Bleary dial tone, every disconnected phone floats Wild goats, mountain scorps got the city groanin’ Let the locusts soar Heat warps as a war path, it’ll do 
For you, boo? As shown, it’ll suffice Naram-Sin’s throne crumbles under rising food prices Left to my own devices?
 Might synthesize something righteous Maybe chemical, maybe in slices
 Maybe theoretical, it’s a new epoch Oh, you must be joking
 You really thought you’d win in Iraq?
 Came home choking on stolen soil
 Concerto Bach, now by Coil
 Constant shallowness leads to evil? Maybe just despondent paralysis, alp foil
 Weaving through hostages, boils popped
 Remote viewing, image cropped I’m just talking, let’s stop and refocus As above, so below’s the adage 
Am I languishing or do you need to watch your language? 
Whatever’s whatever, the banquet’s neverending Blanket with holes in it I stay wending Pressed send, looking for rapport not pity Same color as croutons He couldn’t walk anymore So I dragged my futon out onto the living room floor