Breathing Meat (Temporary)
I WANT ABOUT TEN MINUTES (10:00) OF (Y)OUR TIME . . .
(𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞)
JQD
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Shit you can do with Ancient MIDI →
ᴀ. ᴅᴜᴍʙ
ʙ. ʀᴀᴘᴇ ᴍᴇ
No edits, minimal mixing, continual indecision.
ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs/ʏᴏᴜ’ʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ.
Ｉ ＳＷＥＡＲＴＯＧＯＤ ｔｈｉｓ ｉｓ ａｌｌ ｇｏｉｎｇ ＳＯＭＥＷＨＥＲＥ . . .
I understand myself as a conduit.
The spirit is breath.
Basses and bluffs.
Trebles and clefs.
Heat of tears streaked.
Heat seeks.
Heat sought.
Hate of a heart.
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Maim me lame and lay me low.
Sensory overlord.
Burntbulb blinks open portholes.
I feel like I am burning out or perhaps down.
The overwhelm.
Exhaustion.
The onliest child.
Incapable or unwilling.
From the outside there’s no telling.
Shat errata.
Sad erotica.
Disintermediation for informational hygiene.
The turning off of the too-much.
Meaning and meanness.
God’s gleaming cleanness.
I am not the help you seek.
Eyes vacant and cheekbones sleek.
Gauntness greatness turn to grief.
Foundation lost.
Bodies beneath.