babies from babies [bright lights premonition]

big city awaits-my frozen decision

mid-life-chasm--mid-ocean-trench

there'll be no accusations

just friendly crustaceans, under the seaaaa

babies don't come from babies - music doesn't come from music

music comes from dreaming about being in toronto

turning dread into daydream

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when did it all turn to dust? why ask that? why ask anything? frayed connections to old ways of writing - limited - spotty - fading - no brain damage to use as excuse - the easier softer way

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one way to hit the jackpot is to get someone to recognize you - a part of your soul no one else gets, could possibly in a sphere of millions of years and clicks

it's empty to simply aimlessly endlessly rely on recognition of self-reflection, re-enforced self-regard - but one can get high on that, as one can pretend baking powder is crack and manifest good as placebo - a desperate squeeze, draw happiness from dust