A Verdict of Science
Yes another morning. Wash. No mildew
in the miraculous. There’s no more room. New songs
begin…round two or set two. More muscial and earthly. No room for
loosing the optimism bridals. Shit such optimism for just a day. Sol me
entra y me dice lo que digo aqui. Horns very sweet
swishing sounds I assume brushes against steel or andro-amped crickets
by microphone being recorded in order for government agencies to play loudly
outside dissident homes in order for to succumb. Check the bones.
Seem in place. Water there’s a good thing won’t fuck with that. In through
the spicket and down the pipes, my fins ripe, an American in the sewars!
grounded in earthly tones and changing into more outerworldly sounds. Tamberine
dreamy keyboards give furtive yet controlled pace like two people fucking
on nighttime train (ie, risky buisness). Why not, name another way
to start the morning? There will be surprises if I will them. Think of
tigers and make them come. Not like when an elephant comes in the window.
Free the intricate architecture. Impedings expected. Muros hasta el fin
del campo. Building to a new pace now. It is nightime
as the music plays but some music always sounds like night…dark and exciting
and with the sense of anticipation of event awaiting to explode from the
furtively controlled fuck tones to explode orgamically but alas it is just
an association of movies seen in past. Alternate routes available.
Where people have been and down things with each other or just sat and
left remnant inhalations. Never thought I’d come up here! A tissue floating
across a sheen. Helado no va asi. A verdict
of science is what they call it. I don’t hear an argument or resolution
yet….as I said it is more dynamic in very narrow static range of motion.
Submarine movies tease me into thinking I can hear sounds of nature; not
birds singing or gurgling water but I mean the respitatory heaves of and
water expiration of a dying planet now living and burning of cool watery
shell over molten core. I pull myself out by the seat, and towel
off with a mildewy neglected rag. Back in the shower for lack of a better
way to clean. A few rinses and tom-toming the tombas. Dab dab. No soap
but clean clear throat.The level where the earth’s
water and lava make steam must be close to point where one would fluctuate
unendingly between two poles of gravity’s extreme. There are different
sections of this track with returns to the interrogative head of bass line…I
guess I take back what I said about not moving towards scientifical musical
resolution. Dripping across the tiles. Each drop deeper into the
pool. Roommates will be pissed appearing from slumbers like they woke up
with stomachs glazed and shallow recollections. What more can be expected?
What science prove to him? Sounds like musicians
machines hung at some sort of jumping off point waiting for the next wave
to emerge. Or maybe that is just me. Drums pound while high hat and snare
fliter snake-like toungue sounds. That we are mostly water, and
thus subject to evaporation in heat. Aqua caliente sobre de los quien los
quien corren al oriente. I would light myself afire if it weren’t for my
wet hands. There’s a solution. There are no problems.
added intermittently like subtley used booster rockets of docking space
modules at space labs. Used just enough to glide object towards destination.
Music can be an attack of comfort feeling in body. Only solutions,
remember? A lighter, plastic, and I navigate its safety features. Flammable
water. A blue burn around my thighs first. My hair's like an exxon oil
duck. Excellent diffusion. Very quick. Excellent. Poor roommates with their
companion in flames, a puddle of the home’s interiors step by step down
the stairs. Sounds cause physical effects felt by
body not just processed through the ears. There is soothing element produced
by the horns as waves of modern electronic outerwordly sounds rush pass
steadied paces of foundation. A new chapter has begun. Here I guess the
horn asked the question I have been searching for…not so much as understanding
the questions but understanding how the sound patterns reflect spoken variations;
for instance when one fazes out in a labored speech yet instinctively reacts
upon interrogative remarks or evne just very-welcome closing statements.
always known that there’s more to this than our current element and anyone
thinks otherwise is an unadventurous sucker. The air is even lighter when
you are air, and there’s more than enough space to roam when you enter
through a companion’s ear. Repeat again I hear a
tangerine dreamy sound similarity and it not keyboards but xylophonic vibes;
unless keyboard uses the same effect. Music has dropped to flutter and
pop noises and gronking sounds through the hammers and internal
guck where mechanics and proper processes fire and thoughts dive off into
a synapse’s abyss, the flying brothers of aqua caliente sobre todo puro
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