lunatic sings

too many sensations now 

for a good feeling

words

morrow the marrow of her bones be thick

hollow shells pipes tubes to fill with

a rhythm and gray

battle valiant with hissing overheard watching tidal surge and fall 

echo statement warning 

nerve path walking and walking and w a l k i n g slower until we reach a fog like a brick wall, then we’re flaring up muscles to push through water pressure, we make strides but stop and make strides still.  holding hands with a grinning illusion arms wrapped around you holding other hands on the other side  arms still wrapped, turn around still the arms guide you through the standing still did you get through the door.  

collapse in a long slow process, rolling around in the cocoon a slide-show of events timelapse

machine energy bellowing catch a little tiger by the toe

hello how are you this is andrea how can I help you?

you will never have to let ___ go

The train is coming because I heard to horn but lets stand in front of it and watch it go by.  The bus is coming and stopping and going and the horse.  

what do I do    breathe here and listen to sounds 

in relative position to the lamp I twisted the switch.  Body energy heat says yes to the lamp.  collection of material gears that rain together.

I rock back and forth spin in circles take my ears off put them in the middle of the room take my lungs out put them in the middle of the room, take my eyes out put them in the middle of the room take my tongue out put it in the middle of the room take my backbone out put it in the middle of the room.  Fingers and flesh vibrate with lower frequencies.  

Pieces separate play with them a game take all the neurons place them in the order not the correct order 

get out of my dream and into my lullaby staying still in peace with protection and care or in the dream where I can’t stand up I can’t turn the wheel I can’t see you

You are turned away from me you are there and every dimension between us is impenetrable.  just voices that had meaning wash over and dissolve into fog.  

meaning is sharing 

here is paralysis

blood

Alas, Sufjan’s version of You Are the Blood is too large to fit here, but here is a little youtube link for the sake of completeness.  

If everything goes according to plan, then I will only have one class left to take before graduating.   That class is: Philosophy of Art.  I am excited because it is going to be a break from what I have been doing with psychology, and that it is my only one left and sounds like it could be relatively easy/interesting/ridiculous depending on the professor.  

Other things to be excited about:  I am getting my first digital SLR!  A white Pentax K-X with 2 lenses. So many photos are going to happen.