Busy Beaver Lunch Break [CODENAME_SPOTLIGHT SEARCH] - Fire-Toolz

I’m lost in an alley somewhere between Spaulding and Kedzie hiding from cis men

I’ve got my one-hitter stuffed with girl scout cookie

Just enough to sizzle my eyes so my sail back into view is warm

I don’t recall who I am

I don’t remember anything

Clasping a view is sucking in plasticity

And I’ve not dreamt and sat with you in quite a few armfuls

Its been months since I’ve caught sight of myself at a sustainable distance

I’ve not glowed with fine-feathered broadcasts with my apartment amidst space

and time

Within local contexts and vocal complex characters bright and born in 1995

This delusion of a physique, an exciting panic

A losing fusing stone of oxygen

I suffer less, so much less

(«take all your pills, sleep all day» / take all your thrills, slip all day)

I’ve dripped and fallen through a tiny eye like a camel hovering with wide

angel sails

She was shown the way through heaven’s gate

A gate drenched in tears

Will I find accumulated shit underneath the fallacy that I am far away rather

than nirvana-tied

That distant girl chained up inside the cavity above fragile winding roads

A water balloon filled with tears

Like a fuck palace built with particle board

Like a reality made from reality

«I'm so sorry, Angel.

I’m so sorry, Angel

Do you want me to walk with you?»

Like a fucking water balloon filled with tears

Nirvana is without concepts

I could take a gander at ourselves and say we are graying, graying, graying

I see life sprouting little mushrooms and homes from within our collective

corpse

I smell that corpse

Total desaturation and karmic seeds

Very little fire

Much room for dreaming

Unstable and shallow

Reaching stakes

Intertwine, interweave

(Round up some awake and awake and sun rising wide open vast blue sky)