scant sounds

My brain is a soup of telekinetic mud puddles and star flakes.

 Almost untilted squiggles squirming right past you

A consistent folding & churning background

A soothing bath of piano rivers

Talking mechanical walls shoot cacophonous echoes down infinitely long corridors.

A mechanical & wooden hell tormenting me with nursery-rhyme melodies

dark static rumble-grooves smearing latex polymers in magnetic ears

A liquid computer’s crystalline dream state

a sky enshrouded paradise envelopes all essence

I picture myself sitting on the toilet and then bathtub distilled bubblegum rises from the bath and devours me.

colorful toy insects fall from the sky and cover the countryside

radiant darkness disguised as synth scores.

late night film studies and bad TV reception.

generative constructs foaming at the mouth with mechanized detritus.

a grey expanse of nothing drags my skin across the wilderness

transfigured transmutations of a dying forest

robo-goth doom-pop cracklescapes