Strange Lands

Four

Too many girls
with too many friends
too many divers
are getting the bends

---

I am nothing against a desaturated footing of brown and grey
I am around when you are away
I have nothing left to say
because I have become nothing against brown and grey

Jam

City

No Sleep Saturday

Panels

The road
crumples as
the water grinds down
it's slopes

This is a panel

The shadows
slump on
a wall of which
one side is
undesirable

This is a panel

The bypasses
of the night
know nothing more
than sounds

This is a panel

The blatant struggle
(this blatant struggle)
grips all
those who sink into
self
appreciation which
at the moment
is everyone
except
me

The panels shift
closer every
minute.

A standard

born
breathe
feel
see
eat
shit
fuck
die
sleep

repeat

Music Video 1

Consultant

On/Off

Today
I felt
like I live
in Japan.

All this was a dream
is a dream
reality.

Maybe I have PTS
from living in a city
that doesn't know what to think
of itself.

Maybe this construct,
this two toned
rabbit hole,
I call habitat
actually does service
to it's suitors.

If I belong here
I would be nothing more
than an eclectic blur
out the window
of the bus

The city treats me
(as I treat it)
without structure
without
regard.

Maybe I
am a misguided
structure with
a derived
function.