Allow me to reintroduce myself,
My name is
Doesn't
Matter.
I have a
Dozen
Donuts
And you don't want to
Talk
About it
But
Talk
About
you
must
Who let out Cheshire?!
Cheshire let out himself! It's Cheshire!
Well, that's no comfort, we've lost the cat!
Lost the cat, says hatter, and so then, at most—-
You've lost the brunt whole of all the things you need to go home, dear Alice!
Since when am I Alice?
Whence before were you not?
{Enter The Multiverse}
These are not my songs.
No?
This is not my songbook.
No?
No!
Something is wrong,
You're corrupt,
You don't belong here
So abruptly stopped from having our design
A convex,
Nothing doesn't come at once,
And sudden making nonsense,
To talk and walk as if you've won,
But you've been feeling lost since.
Nothing ever works,
Does it,
When you don't want nothing
But love
And love is coming up from
Bubbles in the tar pits
Tar pits—
That's what I thought of
godless,
So you miss your mark
You want to strike the plaza with a rock,
But looking one way,
You haven't just a run long,
You're surfing on your starving—
Long and homeless Molly;
Never was, and sugarcone and waffles?
Hah, for sure to suffer.
Stronger, furthermore I walked back,
Paperplanes are airborne at the office—
I'm all effect but brown and tender,
Or suspenders
Since impendium, I'm christening your Christians
Listen, module one,
I'm subtle after sunset
I'm dealing her monster,
Oh Mortimer,
I lost your asphalt on the curb
You're conscious? Unlawful.
I'm consciousness, but deconstructed
Unobstruct the conduct code—
You wanted hosts,
You bought them up.
The bottle polish staring at your floor,
As if it doesn't conjure up another lover
As it does before
Cause you don't even want that.
Hahaha.
Chasing Dragons EP is the wall-to-wall fragments of a broken mind, escaping narrowly through the void of darkness amidst destruction and chaos—a leaking neon mind seeping through the cracks of a desolate lack-of-being intuitively by the force of light. In a volatile palette of colors and swelter of subtle and shrill pinpoints that pierce through the veil of high ceilings, the drastic breathlessness of a place that is nowhere bows deeply below its own depths in the lows in the unknown sorrows of a seemingly bottomless spiral of a spirited death, and not long after calling in itself an awakening to that which is ‘other'.
Chasing Dragons, though short in its articulate concept, is a mind on the brink of an eruption amidst betrayal and unending subconscious tragedy abruptly applied by unknown forces—at its core, a realization of the Godot factor in effect; an unjust seeking but never to find, and becoming of what is unfamiliar in form and taste.
Chasing Dragons is the cat-and-mouse of large-scale calamity that is both knowing and needing—without satisfaction nor escape from the constructs which bound all material forces to life itself.
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