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Note to Self—Blink
01:51
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So cold
My eyes were frozen open
Icicles gathered on eyelashes
Shattered
And scattered into the snow
Tell me
Is this truly the end of feeling in my fingers and toes
As the pulse inside of me slows?
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2. |
Winter Lynx
03:28
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feeling like a dream -
mine or someone else's?
Lights shining shadows of trees
over the water (ripples)
Train passing
Droplets of rain illuminated in
green fanning through space
[cutting patterns] (invisible) of
smoke and rain [at all angles]
Am I losing my mind?
Or is everything just
becoming more clear?
It's hard to tell.....
waves and layers and
ripples and levels and
pockets and patterns and
memories and loops and the
past and the future is the
present is the past is the
future is the present.....
time
a
nd
sp
a
c
e
A page lost among pages
"The trains never stop."
lifeline of the country (veins)
"stars thinking about stars"
I am the universe.
Revelations
upon revelations
"You get it, but
then you don’t..."
there is no god but there is.....
SOMETHING
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3. |
Option B
03:15
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I have a backpack filled with everything, three goons, a goal, and never-ending time in this fluorescent valley. Streets, still as a movie set, glow orange in the glare of lights suspended beneath a ceiling of pink clouds and navy.
We climb rooftops toward the sky and wade through grass knee-high. We see the world from underwater through readjusted eyes. We can’t make sense of anything else, so we talk about this condition.
Our path is lined with silhouettes. Our minds meander up ahead, through echoing shouts that surround us. A repose at a concrete bench provides a place where friends are met, in a climax of embers and soundless flares.
We rush past houses, signs and cars, careening through the dark. Our bodies bathe in static waves in the comfort of a garage. We can’t make sense of anything else, so we talk about this condition.
I rest my head on a bed of steel, while the wind slides by my face. The marble sky fades with the night, as a pale one takes its place. I can’t make sense of anything else, so I think about this condition.
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fissilent Kamloops, British Columbia
Based in the interior of British Columbia, Canada, fissilent focuses on experimental music that draws inspiration from such sources as substance and substances, conditions of psychological abnormality, and questions about the nature of reality and what it means to exist. This is some of that music. ... more
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