Well, she’s walkin’ through the clouds
With a circus mind that’s running ’round
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That’s all she ever thinks about
Ridin’ with the wind
When I’m sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
“It’s alright,” she said, “it’s alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything
Anything”
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen
Funeralopolis
I don’t care, this world means nothing Life has no meaning, my feelings are numb Faceless masses filed like gravestones Sacrificed for the glory of one Funerary cities, flesh press factories Corporate maggots feed on the carrion Funeralopolis, grey morgue apocalypse Black clouds form to block out the sun
Funeral planet, dead black asteroid Mausoleum, this world is a tomb Human zombies, staring blank faces No reason to live, dead in the womb Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead
Death shroud existence, slave for a pittance Condemned to die before I could breathe Millions are screaming, the dead are still living This Earth has died yet no one has seen Funeralopolis Planet of the dead Funeralopolis Planet of the dead
Funeralopolis Funeralopolis
Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight Nuclear warheads ready to strike This world is so fucked, let’s end it tonight
Fuck
Just wanted to start my morning to some heavy doom riffs. Back to work tomorrow.
My little girl, drive anywhere
Do what you want
I don’t care
Tonight I’m in the hands of fate
I hand myself over on a plate
Now
Oh, little girl, there are times when I feel
I’d rather not be the one behind the wheel
Come, pull my strings
Watch me move, I do anything
Please
Sweet little girl, I prefer
You behind the wheel and me the passenger
Drive, I’m yours to keep
Do what you want, I’m going cheap
Tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
You’re behind the wheel tonight
Sidenote: it’s ridiculous how much I can listen to the same song over and over again. That’s how I feel about Shake the Disease, but I’m taking a little break 😉
I’m not going down on my knees
Begging you to adore me
Can’t you see it’s misery
And torture for me
When I’m misunderstood
Try as hard as you can
I’ve tried as hard as I could
To make you see
How important it is for me
Here is a plea
From my heart to you
Nobody knows me
As well as you do
You know how hard it is for me
To shake the disease
That takes hold of my tongue
In situations like these
Understand me
Some people have to be
Permanently together
Lovers devoted
To each other forever
Now I’ve got things to do
And I’ve said before
That I know you have too
When I’m not there
In spirit I’ll be there
7/22/25 – Bumping this up because I just saw that Ozzy Osbourne passed away at 76. Ozzy was a Sagittarius – born December 3, 1948. RIP.
We sailed through endless skies
Stars shine like eyes
The black night sighs
The moon in silver trees
Falls down in tears
Light of the night
The earth, a purple blaze
Of sapphire haze in orbital ways
While down below the trees
Bathed in cool breeze
Silver starlight breaks dawn from night
And so we pass on by
The crimson eye of great god Mars
As we travel the universe
This song – Kapila’s Theme by Om always takes me somewhere else. I only listen to it when I’m driving to work or in some kind of zone.
Sight to freedom rises descender. Ground to screen of the seer, the sight, and the seen. Up to obviate the sentinel and ground prevails. Fuse to seed at the flight into absalom. Orbits arm across to light the new day. Harbingers eclipse a pendant of time unseen. Solidate unto the field of a flow remember. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. Crows the severeic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.
Lock to field screen – row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attenuate the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent – sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme – reflects the new tomorrow. Lock to field screen – row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent – sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme – groundates toward the mountain.
Walk onto freedom shrine deliverance. Accede to ground under blue stoned moon.
Lock to field screen – row the ocean onto sentient ground. New rites of a Vedic sun to attend the blue horizon. Prevails flight resplendent – sails the shrine effulgent windship. Stillness breathes apex supreme – I walk toward the mountain.
Crowns the sovereic rite to freedom. Shored the origin forms to a ground accede. Axiom core of the light shrine flight to shining. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time. Orbits arm across to light the new day. Harbigners eclipse a pendant of time unseen. Solidate unto the field of a flow remember. Glows serene to attenuate the space and time.
Perhaps not being on Twitter is good for me, I am less distracted and reading and writing more. I really was on there mostly for work but then work & personal kind of started crossing over to each other. I don’t know, I guess that was my fault for allowing it to happen.
For this new moon, I re-commited myself to writing for 20 minutes a day again. I was doing it earlier this year but fell off.
Probably my favorite song from Mos Def that I can put on repeat. Always timeless and soothes the soul.❤️
I hope everyone who is actively protesting – whether it’s physical or digital – that you are finding time to rest and disconnect from information overload just as much. The resistance needs you for the long haul.
My favorite Instagram is The Nap Ministry where she really emphasizes “Rest as Resistance”.
I am thankful to be alive, to be a witness to such great transformation. Know that you are also here now on Earth to be a part of it.