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glow mechanics - lost trace lyrics

caught flat footed in the haze of an endless half epiphany, trying to think of things to think about. i took a solace in the fact that my contacts were sorta magnified but never found a full heart in the think aloud. i figured out a motive that i thought would really suit me, but the forcing of my life force proved anything but soothing. now i’m taking off my cap to cats who live on a domino obstacle path and topple down one task, and then the next, and keep moving

and i’m high_level strategic. and it undermines the central cause of my mission statement sequence. and i’m underzealous when it comes to letting things keep being. if i find a rock, next time i’ll drop it in the sea, walk down the beach, & reboot my quest for freedom

lord, please don’t let me grow into the type of man who says “frick.” cut the schtick, tunnel under other modes of glib. over gripped, under loose, nervous chuckle every time a fellow man’s cutting lose and surmising sincere

my ears glued to the ground, but the nose up. mouth under scarf cause they don’t gotta know i know stuff, do they? i don’t want to model after stupid movies. wanna straddle zany tension in a plot with no arc like an episode of louie

streamlined down the middle and conceived as its presented. zen invented by the same twists that used to wind the tension. benchmark = something like “effective but homely” or “starts slow but grows on me.”

at my mothership wit’s end. how many sips til you hit the center of mass? amass doubt, down and out on the couch. the television buzz doesn’t lull me to sleep so i wander the streets like thoughts are something that i could shake off

worst of the lot. bottom rock of the pops. and it’s easy for me to get gone, but i never stay lost. off switch has been trying to find its niche for a grip

this patina doesn’t come any cleaner with a rub_a_dub. most cats coming at us with a breath of bubble gum. not weatherproof, just used to bad weather blues. look out of the window instead of checking the evening news

i rock the boat back and forth. find a hole in the side of it, hop off my laurels to find cork and plug. what good is a thumb? need to move on my own to away from the post i’m hitching from

i life my life in small segments, so if need be i can recall single seconds upon my exit. down low outro or big bang, all the same. still a one_way spectacle, tunnel vision festival. a few truths in solid rock and the rest is up for speculation. a who’s who of puzzled faces, each different but the same in basic composition, and that still doesn’t attest to what they’re really made of

- glow mechanics

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