Polluted wink, psychically tuned - pinned without even being touched, gagged and taped in wide open space. Stranded by casual betrayal and psychic torture. Luckily, immovable stone walls are covering the nonexistent, what isn't there... what's devoid of any and all attachment. Spinning, spitting, spilling, freaking out - all in your back pocket, up your sleeve, waiting... ostracized and laughing!
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every opening is met with saturation
every opening is flooding in
this is an example
Track Name: precipice
Raining on to a thing.
Constantly unfractured, constant shower
warm, support, succor, upholding
golden precipice - statuesque.