I hear no voices in my head

And from what I can tell

There are none,

Only frequencies,

And frequencies,

And frequencies

And recently I've been eating

Whatever it is that suits me,

Though not whenever

And everyday I wish I were

A little bit better off

A little less bitter

A little higher up

A little lighter skin

A little lighter,

Like a feather

Wish

Misinformed imperfection

Military introspection

Complexities and such

Division and acknowledgement

Of no higher power other than

One's own

Sacred stones;

Sorry stories,

Sinister canisters of

Abandonment

Unintentional neglect, depression

Non-representation

Don't participate in it,

If there's nothing there for you

Fair hero,

Your story was worn in

As your uniform,

Not new and polished at all

And in disposition, regulation,

But already threaded to have been

Camped in, and eventually—

Left to die, then

Recovered autonomously.

Riverbend, will you wither here

In less than a year, I beg for death

And still was pardoned,

Still I was sacrificed;

Still, I was pardoned

—still, I was sacrificed.

I had not expected to hang this low

Without having been picked

Or falling to seed anew.

I had not bittered, nor broken

Nor bittered, nor broken

And still I was pardoned,

Still I was sacrificed

Still I was pardoned, and still

I was sacrificed

Death comes in tolls

Knock the door once

Death comes in soft warnings

I didn't want to hurt her;

I didn't want to harm her

Suddenly my heart died,

Suddenly on front lines with no boots

And no armor,

No shield and no cannons,

No sword at all, and still

I was pardoned

I had not bittered, nor broken

Nor bittered, nor broken

And still I was pardoned,

Still I was sacrificed

Still I was pardoned, and still

I was sacrificed

Secrets of the Illuminati Elite.

Kamala.

Mm.

When was the last time you cried?

—.

…

—I— have never cried.

I believe you.

{Enter The Multiverse}

I hadn't been planning on writing at all, and leaving the house—the last time I had taken the risk of doing so on such a day, I was nearly trampled by beady eyed racists in MAGA hats and star spangled banner t-shirts— glared, shoved and patonized—and what's worse—

I had been 8 months pregnant. Maybe it was worse in that aspect, I was part of the problem. But—

What was the actual problem again?

Never ever pay you fares for ferry, fairy monster

Never prick for pixies, golden dust and megapixels,

Whimsical, into the ore and out of the forest,

Disassociate before it's too late!

The propaganda of the product.

The human American.

The human—

American.

dare I to wander?

Dare I to dream!

Then I was wicked;

I was wicked

I was wicked

I had grown so dark

And so tall the tree

Still untouched by any or all

Still untouched by mankind, it is

Still untouched by mankind, by many

By many

By many

By many

By many.

Bye Annie.

Buy again

Buy buy baby

Buy all you can while you still come

Christmas is coming

Out and unleashed is the dragon

How's that spiced cider

And a song,

For your coloring books and

Maps to scale

Your coloring books

And maps to scale

Wayfinder

Wayfinder

Bury you hither

Bury you hidden

Hypocrisy, hypocracy

Hydroponic cry for help

A wish to window seat

Then, and there

Then, and there

Northernbound,

Wayfinder

The end of us

The taking of tire marks.

Just a smidgen armegeddon of corn syrup

And tears on the brink of falling over the shores to the well

The velvet windows, winds on lips and colors red on purple

Color red on purple

Hypocrisy!

Wait for it,

Wait to call the number

Wait to up the bridge

To tie the noose

To hang from rope

Hypocrisy!

A far cry.

The way to the wind is the chalice.

There it was, the ocean,

And still sparked untruth from foraged windspoke

There were 5 of us there

And then four

And then 5 once more

And now 9 we have gathered.

More coffee.

I'm gonna fucking kill myself.

Finally.

More coffee?

Might as well be awake for this.

Another unremarkable opera

From the democrat

Waiting conversavive Republican

Oh, no Bananas are always in season

Oh, right;

There's always a time

Where

Mango fruit does indeed fall

In full bloom

In fall, doom and gloom

Assumingly

Tune in now,

It's on every TV

In the meridian

It's on every channel

In the Bermuda Triangle

It's on every Christmas tree

At the top each year—

So,

A star,

Or an angel!

A star,

Or an angel.

Preach Choir,

And let us all revel

In the absolute sweetness

Of Drew Barrymore.

Aw-men.

Awwww man.

Awwwwwwwwwwwewee

And I'm in awe of it all

Isn't it awful, how

I could have bought a CBS sponsored waffle iron

From Walmart

But instead invested in ending this depression

Single-handedly with home remedies

Of medication

And botanicals

From the garden of Eden forgotten,

Perhaps only as steady inward, or in reverse

As I had thought to run or shuffle

A Madonna

(That's roughly 7 miles)

There were ten of us there,

Then nine,

Then none at all,

Now ten again,

Before only 5 and then 4

And then 3,

Two of them none, and nine become one

Against another

And again, the atom has split

Lightning has stuck

God has come

The song is sung,

I'm still strung up on the rafters,

Or what have you

What a beautiful and pitiful Jack o'lantern

What a disaster, after all—

There was no end.

Whatsoever!

Ring the division bell,

Come around now,

Download the abounding

Clocks set forward

And moving in circular motion

Clouded judgement, now,

Hounding is the crown of a thought

Though heavy is the gold in which has made the kingdom,

There was love in words

And food for throught

And foreign tongue,

Born outright fury,

Fury

Fury

Hands down, master,

Does not that ask I

Of what you now now comes next

Farewell bid you , I

In the where-well I parted,

Never once a king, but a god

And never once a man,

But a time

Willing and ready for attack, goes the king

Waiting and running full force into front lines

Sure to be killed in battle,

But killed in honor

Of those come before

And now waiting to be born, also

So take it next to sacrament,

On uour alter

With your sacred prayers and scented candles

What we are and the time we came,

What as,

The tails of asunder,

The other world of wonder l l l

Come chorus,

Come choir, Come individual countrymen

Come focus this attention deficit,

This intrinsic thought form,

Has indoctorined your subculture.

Sim…sim…sim— why are they all sims?

I don't know:

This one's vaping essential oils.

How do you know?

I know the smell of a lavender and eucaputus oil blend.

What does that mean?

I must be at a spa somewhere.

At a spa?! Sleeping to death?

Could a been a slip and fall…

They're very relaxing.

…Equinox.

What.

Equinox fitness.

I'm at.. Equinox fitness.

You died at the equinox fitness?

In the— steamroom.

Are you sure it's not the sauna?

Heavy on the eucalyptus oil.

Then again, here I was

Infinite and insecure,

Unsure of anything but the establishment so far and just however everything you were

Was nothing for gain and everything I was,

Was just to be there.

And again, easy for the mobs

And ready for the torches and ready for the torture

And ready for the rapture

On hard diets and tied to our l forests. Forfitture.

Misaligned and malnourished,

Tied to our desks and wondering

Unsolved problems and foreign language dialects,

Social repressions and expressions of forgiveness, though somehow apologetic,

Or with any indifference at all

With any indifference at all .

Something overcomes whatever we were in that moment

And here we are,

Again,

Exactly what became of the thoughts you had for us—

The things you gave us a name to

You did make us

And here in the suffer-he,

We all fall, like water over Niagara

Or the last rainfall on earth did.

(The rains it never came again,

And then the ocean turned to mud,

And soon to dust, shortly thereafter in your time

While in our time,

The thing of light,

Nothing really at all,

But in your way, many lifetimes, and almost too many even to tie to your number, I.

The most, you know,

That you can hope for, my dear King, is a fair fight

And then as it were, nothing at all were fair,

In this life or any,

But the skin and eyes of the enemy,

The wool of the sheep of course, and the color of cotton.

Therefore you shall too understand this music.

And nothing my dear king begins without another ending,

And all the same is nothing and everything

Everyone and no one,

Here and nowhere at all,

And so it has come—

And therefore,

I too, shall understand these things again.

Try to remember your honor, at the resting tip of the diamond, and at the unburdened idea of circumstance,

The rush of August, the cinema tongue

And cheek,

The blood drawn and again the awakening,

The fertile flower and the dove,

And the greatness of all that was, which was—

In my past, as you call now and present,

But again also may come, in aptitude to darkness.

Farewell, my great, my son and daughter, my king of glory, and farewell to change!

Farewell to fall and farewell to spring, farewell to summer

And very well gone are the oars of the boat which has sunken, and your oars, your arms,

And your tide, my own

A breath so shallow almost forgotten,

To no wind a sail,

And another great misfortune has come,

To wonder besides us,

What art thou.

And then, what are I?

If none.

If none, I call, and

If none,

I shatter.

If none, I fall,

And if none, I shatter

If none, I call

And if none,

I matter.

Then.

Then and so.

Then and so very well

All and all

And all in all, we all were

Abandoned.

No trauma form,

The faceless god.

No trauma form, the faceless God,

Unknowing of what the world's rules are,

And of course, then coming

Unknown at all to another, and yet

To humankind, all knowing of all things

And being embodied as one,

Then another, and some all

The faceless God, as we all are,

The faceless God, whom we all mock

And The Faceless God, free from the burden of trauma,

In wanting and unknown,

The truth in all things,

Taking all forms and all bodies,

As the time comes upon us,

To walk towards the light and

To free ourselves from all time

In all ways.

Steady, shook, and window watching

She did not wave

To die today. To die today. To die to day.

Is to die at all, not once, but all times

Forever.

It'll come harder the next time I promise.

At my wits, as the man who had sworn my death now some see fit to wear a crown,

A crown such as I had earned, by death and by will

But he, by birth and by blood and wrong done.

Woe is this!

Hellicopter, Hellicopter

Spin me round right round to where you hand

And as I gallantly had planned to cross, I still hadn't lay last I her embarques all for free and care of down down, now I see something like home, over water

The water had music,

And the waves had tongues,

The smell of gas I cherished and did breathe deepl, as sudden to come, I was as far as I had ever been, and as lonely as I always was, but still, mi finally walk on water

To lululu buy a song,

No price, but with time does come the cost and to live as though I always was, here, before the land was born

And the oceans had parted, as something known

As just a thought

{I_NY.}

I don't want it that much, nor do I need it,

And stillc here I am,

Watching

Madame President.

Today ought to be the day for the occult,

The hymn of the omens

And all polished the dolls, waiting the words

And worse off,

Astonishing

The seagulls song had sung

The flight has flown

The dance was talked about

But never coreographed

I never even saw the lighthouse;

And you're just a face in the crowd

Can you see yourself in me?

Do you hope to, like I do you?

I don't have that disaster.

I really don't have that conquest.

I doubt you'd the answer

The system, the sacrifice, the annex,

Get out of my alignment m

Decide to assign you

Resign your retirements

For the full four for the full force

The best place to live is La.

, but next comes New York, if you're—

[America Runs on Dunkin]

I don't know where I was going

Damn that train.

—Actually, it was a boat.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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