They sit at tapering tables, placing orders, Sailors dressed up in turds, sort of chic, Atop of stone masonry galleys gabbing About abbots appealing with a sense of Austerity, coarsely rocking in rustic auburn Lighting, morose in their poop filled heads, Multiple personalities discussing disgusting Excrements, with no table manners no less, Pretending they’re not affected by passers Passing judgement, as though profundity Somehow lied in their prides, gathered And packed, wearing embellished mules Sardonically in their irony, because dossier Truths must have only belonged to them.
“That table is brown.” “I know.” But they contemplate the necessity In pointing out the obvious, because The obvious wasn’t actually Obvious Obviously “But it’s… brown…” (???) Because they probably didn’t remember The phrase they said in that dimly lit tavern On a ship at some arbitrarily dreamt up bay.
Indie spinsters confirm under estimations as paupers Welded streams stream, wiles in the covert actionably contact Shouldered discomfort seldom in what was felt, thoughtlessly Extricated, prolonging a sense of longing, harnessings detached From onlookers’ and their sadomasochistic blithe, whence Younger generations of rights in civilizations and their light Oneiric, intents transparent, they snort potpourri illusorily Click, click, click, convincing everyone wolves traversed beyond, They spy, creeping in the shadows, weighted steps encroach, Running silently across grassy acred yards, silvery reflections Glisten from blades, beneath and unsheathed, Whereupon they reached a glade,
Chases premediated by the gods, Blasted rose petals magically appear Out from the thin air, Standing too far, within reach.
Ivan Torrent – The Edge Of Consciousness (Epic Powerful Inspirational Hybrid)
Outstretched arms balancing mini hominins ubiquitously alarmed, Urgently skip on terracotta, alternating limbs blur in a flurry, accented In the scents of wispy frost, leaving no traces on fluffy settlements; a Dilapidated building, long ago erected with pagodas, footprints perhaps Knocked down, crunched up, randomised prior to having wandered in Dank floors, ghostly memoirs procured from dusty grimoires, flakey Centrifugal forces spin in finite axels, arms drawn in atlases elegiac Beauty at dawn, dawning arthropodic instincts towards caught flares Thinking ever so slightly, hoping to face incantations then, alas, fate Garishly laughs at their privy in gritty countable chances confirmed.
She rests her head, heaving, too much on the side of Ivories unsure, scant her real tears streaking past eyes and an ear, Tints unseen, wisely dropping atop a harnessed memento mori, Opalescent pillow tops, tired moonstone distances acute, Klink icily without disappearing searing loves received and given Abjectly expressing despairs in memories, thinking at an end Yielding semantical heartbreak if but bested in severities.
Helios (feat. Max Knoth, Deutsches Filmorchester Babelsberg) · Dirk Maassen
Ostensible causalities, apprehensibly reprehensible, mitigate Tantalising remembrances of dimensional beasts, harbingers Yammering about enchantments flick ofuda card talismans And seal what were alternate universe demons, mysteriously vetoing Nonchalant counterparts sit strung on ledges aeolian breathing, Observing from distances, footholds hoping, ameliorating Incremental stasis, gazing about at scapes, forlorn in uncertainty, Negligibly mesmeric, defunct versions of Occam’s razors trace Grappled ropes gliding on one hand, the other scuttling, skidding down slopes.
Galactic icey rocket astronauts, prioritize the quest’s paramountcy, Teleporting into foreign sectors of political alignments, eyed Sbyll systems referencing illumined balancing acts on escapades Frantic in illusions risqué, posthumous medals with reliefs of acanthi Variants, raised eases in painlessness like consumptions cyclically Timed for slaking the vampiric, this illusorily sown at the uttermost chaste Generation, having practiced self-control, when they said “shiznits”.
Sinuous slender hands curl monuments, positioning myriads of Rhodium roses, mercurial oscillations viscous vibrate, Xenus dusts propagate faunae and florae in bothered claims, Venous pathways decided in babbling existentialisms Vying for smooth answers with their mundane questions, Asking why are we here, for what purpose, explicitly Gambling away talked souls, shuffling clattering sticks Rustically inside wood finishings, speckled vessels contain Morbid fortunes told and untold, plastered in their Mnemonic devices delivering fates, actuated errors N’ bombastic mistakes in solutions, ideated at somber Crypts, dimly lit in differentiations at slighted arcs, still Seething in acids brought forth by beings that proclaimed.
Brushing past processing high-brow strangers, cuddly Motivators of cheeky humanistic tendencies Iterated capacities in poem alliterations of Tchaikovskyian natures of the intelligentsia Ruthlessly bet tasteless honesties, ancestors of a Rhinoceros huntresses wantonly buck, proudly upturning Nascent incompetence, heartily justified to be Silly frivolities on tops of real verdant rosary fields, arbitrary Plumes shaking in nacre iridescences, pop.
Our pure stories falling amidst the dusty debris, increasingly Unambiguous chaoses in vortices of when we’d disambiguated Beliefs in what love was, these cortices contextually indicative in cities Belonging to non-clichés in your naiveté, ever so necessary, meticulous Jaunts in fairly, naturally, spiraling plans of universal fates, accidental Kindred spirits with personality traits hear then sabres end, nearly Exactifying past mistakes in duly credits, poking bodily bearings, Reduced to phantasmal states, extracting quests in existentialisms.
The Legend of Ashitaka (From “Princess Mononoke”) – Jonetsu
Starry eyed owls auditorily swoosh and zoom and Rush by us, woah, hoot damn, j’adore, at outdoor saloons, Yes, with real celestial celerity, might extricated, Eviscerating trust in lust, insanities scant on lush Accents handsomely silken, scattering amusedly n’ Hushing comically, throwing out kush, wantonly Then hollowly imploring, save be before longing Rudimentary sensory movements demoting, ruling Uncovered ploys, confirming, as though she knew.