Note: We'll be cutting people end of this week.
20 SECOND LAPSE
Severing mountains above us
Stuffed rolls of cloud all fall away.
Echoing in a garbled mash of thick reverb
Meaningless and feverish.
oh.
how you hypnotise
remastered to lose the flak
with a world of expectations on your back
swirling thoughts tickle your mind
searching without hope of finding
because you don't know what you're looking for.
Feverish words.
Tell-tale migraines bursts
Felicitations in a morgue,
Dancing to the sound of the gat
Did you count on that?
for all the days,
parched lips so hurt.
both cracked and blistered.
you look so hurt
reality as a blank abstract dream
You look so hurt.
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I still think it's brilliant that we chose 20 Seconds Lapse. It's a bloody number, so it shows up first on links. Yay.
Those Who Have Posted (And Are Off the Axe List):
Wayne (duh.)
Hafiz
Victor
Twack
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