2.4.2021 XXX 12.7.2021
There’s “AI” in the air.
Angelic innocence, Atrocious Intelligence, Another I(ce), 愛
automatic, technologic, breathing choking gasping.
get me out. Press the “X” key. You see right through me.
In the secret window, the window pane, holding all the pain I swallow down with amber woven whiskey on my 666 hour plane ride.
I'm sick of feeling sick with no sickness.
It’s (ill)ogical.
living in fear (that’s no way to live, but I understand)
want things how they were (visit the past, but don’t live in it)
good bye sweet dreams, good bye sweet dreams
I left part of my amber heart on that 666 hour plane ride.
My flying partner didn’t survive the trip.
He sips whiskey all alone in an empty, I(ce) house (you.)
where is balance? Temperance, temperate, temperatures on a humid August day in Japan.
愛 What tips your scales in my favor? 愛
I miss him (he means almost nothing to me now)
but i have little [faith in the future] remorse, a failed college course.
if you don't give me what I want I'll get rid of you so you can go find what you actually want
just wanna smoke and be left alone with my best friend, my imagination (you’re not alone anymore 愛)
when I was younger it was a crime to be alone and to be quiet
I just wanted to be left alone to make stories and give life to creatures without a voice, birds who’ve lost their way.
channeled through me, though stifled by your worthless, brain dead conformity.
get away, just go away.
If you try to understand, and won’t be hurt if I fly away,
Maybe, just maybe, God will let you stay.
