am i going to have to purge more music?
more painful memories? i hope not
i owe nobody any explanation





nursery neitszches want the world
and they want it now
it’s 2007, and i don’t know what to draw


my dear friends
and family
of this much i am sure
we’re all gonna die
and worms are gonna eat our eyes
sugarcoat that trip however you want
you gotta, right?



tapered, tattered, what does it matter?



i’m losing it
the trance, all trace of inspiration
there’s no hallucination anymore
there’s just the void, reality, all that

there’s no point in rhyming
nothing to use it for, no beat
there could theoretically be



all work and no play
all play and no work
a passe insanity, 1973


i need some better drugs, or a better life
or a decent death



life keeps me around, long enough
to get a rise out of a mildly clever line
that i think of as my own, even though it’s an inevitable chain
of association, cultural, detritus, up through the ages
to this pathetic age, this slagheap, this overcrowded world
with redundant population

what the hell is technology for?
telos must be banished from science, you can’t ask why
you can make sneering metaphors, say it’s for the big electron
that works for me, i guess, it’s my cosmology, for lack of anything else
it’s bad form to even talk like this, it’s too self-referential
but what can you do, if that’s your style?
and you’re stuck in a feedback loop of fate?



stupid headache
stupid misunderstanding bitch, that i still love, unfortunately for my mental health
she couldn’t get how being stoned messed with my mind

i’m trying not to love anyone or anything – it’s not that hard, most of the time

the game isn’t worth the candle, i don’t think

you can’t appeal to my reason
when i don’t have what i need
or uh, bluh, whatever, i’m trying not to love
but i thought of someone i shouldn’t have
triggered a chemical reaction
yeah, still those circuits embedded in me
it’s unfortunate – it’s ironic
it’s got a vangelis soundtrack
how come we’ve reached this fork in the road
and yet it cuts like a knife?


you can’t appeal to my reason
when there is no telos
under penalty of mockery
by high decree

you can’t appeal to my reason
cause the town crier says so