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Jun 2021
Stage 1

Grinning elder disappearing disappearing
Loving the time gone by gone by
Slow foxtrot (I'm laying down) down)
Piece by peace tranquillize tranquillize
Reminisce in the absence of hostility hostility
Complete deaf definity definity


Stage 2

Foxtrot is not slow anymore rather it is phlegmatic
Prolonged
Broken
I am still thinking i am
No day is Sunday
No thought is clear
Static
Beautiful


Stage 3

Try
Not playing for record
Jump
(bleep) Remember that they are the ones dead
You can take a break or stop
Jump
Look at yourself you can stop at any second you are here
The atrophied record jumps


Stage 4

Suffocating
No second left no second given to breathe
We're on the other side
This is where the mind meets the instinct and the brain becomes a fluid free of flow
I feel free
Free from thought
Free from thought
The best from invalidity


Stage 5

I care what he's saying
Am I supposed to feel
anything
Recycled
Right there is he sitting again just this time behIND A CLOSED DOOR
RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT RECYCLED REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT REPEAT
Where am I
Give away
We cry


Stage 6

Alone
Single
The empty *****
This was more of a recording of a happening, not meant for other people. But then I thought - ehh, whatever, I wonder if anyone else feels akin
PaKa
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PaKa  M/Europe
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