solipsism
Extraction from O'mindiary
When I was younger (a naive christian
with thoughts like melting sugar)
my fingers were attacked by
nails and I could hear the voice of catharsis:_end_of_organisms:_absolute_purification_of_sins
trollfan
Ta mig över brinnande vatten
Låt snön smälta i handen
Fångad av starkaste nät
Sanden står torr och het
Det tisslar och tasslar
Lyssna - Löven prasslar
meters_final_(accelerate)
tears_have_no_name
Under the dark sky we stand
Under heavy rain we walk
Your hand in mine, my eyes in tears
Here where heaven is forgiven
Here where tears have no name
[Chorus:]
the_black_vagabond_and_the_swan_of_two_heads
Still the fields are in motion
Not as pictures but as time
Hunting the white plague
In the absence of my body
I watch myself drown
in the blue aura
Of m
amnesia:_planet_dead
aquarium_of_children_ _ajatusten_merenpinta
Like stones in silence I stand
As I draw circles in the sand
Naked under blue glass
Drowned I watch children dance
In a mind of an echo
(I know that I
september_(när_hjärtat_blöder)
debris:_the_magenta_harvest:_liquid_flesh
of_devlish_tongues
Night swells to distant spheres
Silent throat of unholy times
The withering wind deep down here
Flesh of the gods bleeding as light
Here in the environs of heaven mechanic_hippie
What are these penetrating colors
Of this soundscaping noisefloor?
Is this the old empty future
or the black eletric nature?
Colors circulate inside of O
Ambi
silhouette:_in_white_rooms:_vacant_bodies
aphid_devil_flower:_fruits_of_lunacy
postfuturistika
Opulent kinetic sculptures
Visualized voices in motion
Plastic puppet pictures
Audial dances distortion
Dead stars, dead stars
Oh yes we are dead stars inward
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