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luminiferous aether - sizable logan lyrics

this a better track to probably introspect
drop the impression
can you recall for you those days of depression
probably a third node of a long linked*list in which insanity set in
i think i’ll pass though
knowing you need not hear details to relate
i’ve had long debates with peers on what qualifies as art
ambiguity of perception, the neologistic nature of language and the throes of postmodernism
lead me to believe it’s better to be pragmatic and unstructured with matters as these
my math professors, for some odd reason, seem not to agree with that sentiment
his voice can sway from muted and understated to insistent in an instant
(end quote)

love me forever, that’s all i ask of you (that’s all i ask of you)

heavy*laden with the carpet tunneling my vision of the carpal tunnel
dead and deafening the friction like a funnel
full of dastardizing sophistry of groupthink
with extra*strength dynamic power static for the fuse*link
“how he master arts of satisfying lingo
puzzle*piecing parts of tempo, rhythm, wordplay when he think yo?
why delay the social status?”
convo like a com*show and evoke prose like my backhand with the sight of 2*0*2*0
mask the subtleties of nuanced syncopation
a linguist leaves the message vacant
keeps the focus for the simpleton absorbed all in the sound adjacent
and then stashes obfuscated messages for einsteins and the brained
let them judge by methodology of speaking consonants they see the passion not the riddles written in the nonsense
text*to*tempo pen*to*ink is scripted automation
next to thoreau, asceticism’s consummation
love me forever, that’s all i ask of you (that’s all i ask of you)

often met by interventions of the maker
whether welcomed by the pardon expectation or an aprobation
i learned of myself through internet lectures full of psycho**n*lytic babble
my father figure was at times the tip of a pen
i dabbled for a while in
clever mixtures of honestly, world*play and my subconscious is an intricately masqueraded dancer and
buried alive are questions that lead to questions that lead to answers that i want to hide and the burial mound is stacked, something like
ten feet high and it’s full of cement
and then double*duct*tape wrapped with the strapping hands of a thousand men
and with all the strength that they could muster
they shipped the land upon which it was buried and took it into the inordinate distances of the vela supercl*ster

love me forever, that’s all i ask of you (that’s all i ask of you)

- sizable logan lyrics

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