"nothing is all" soon

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Ironically you would forgive me
Cuz competitions only natural

A whole day went by
In the colosseum 
We get so high
On our own delusions
The blackbirds will fly
Right through the windows
Time will pass by
In the colosseum 


We believe our own press
To the determinant 
Of the rest 
Money will burn
Time will pass
God will die
Like the rest
I will die
You will also die
It’s actually not that novel
Take that throttle
From my hands 
Free me from my sunken dreams 
Spent our whole life counting sand
When it’s really between the grains 

You versus me in the wake of it all
fighting a fight for a cause we don’t know
Pit us against all the ones we respect 
Then when we die they’ll be gone like the rest 

I wanna know why I hate you 
Why your beauty makes me angry
Why the world wants me to hate me
Why must we burn off our savings 
ironically you would forgive me
Cuz competitions only natural 
But every night you know I’m weeping
Cuz I feel like a selfish bastard

They wanna see us fight
Cuz alone we aren’t as strong as we are together

A whole day went by
In the colosseum 
We get so high
On our own delusions
The blackbirds will fly
Right thru the windows
Time will pass by
in the colosseum

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DREAMLOG 8.31.25 
SAW TAYLOR AGAIN
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"Midnight breathes between aisles of suitcases, carrying a lone voice weaving through shadows. Chords hang in the air like delicate glass, trembling in a place where the mundane bends. For a fleeting moment, quiet magic hums — 
the world tilts, 
and the ordinary becomes extraordinary.”
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LYRICS:
In the quiet hush
TJ Maxx at night  
In a sea of luggage
Saw a curious sight  

Taylor on the bags
Stacked up high  
Guitar in her hands
Beneath the retail sky  

Silent shelves
The registers still  
Melodies rising
Her spirit to fill  

Lyrics blooming 
In the calm of the floor  
A heart wide open
Chasin' something more  

Discount tags 
And leather cases  
Echoes of songs 
Finding their places  

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift  
These luggage tags—
Where she drift?  
She looked at me
Like Juliet free  
Sang "You’re my Romeo, my T. Kelce”  

Unseen by the world
This secret girl  
Crafting her magic
Songs like pearls  

Lost in a place 
Where no one goes  
In melodies 
Only she could know  

TJ Maxx
With Taylor Swift  
These luggage tags—
Where she drift?  
She played her song
Eyes locked on me  
I’m Romeo
In a TJ love story  


With courage ablaze
I crossed her side  
Whispered a wish
With a trembling pride  

“Taylor, include in your chorus line—  
TJ’s love, let its brilliance shine.”  

She paused
Her eyes sparkling bright  
A smile that lit up
The quiet night  

Said, “In my chorus
your words will stay-  
a nod to this night
in a timeless way.”  

Grateful I left her
With space to create  
In the hush of the store
Where dreams permeate  

Taylor still singin'
Her heart in song  
At TJ Maxx—
Where love belongs  

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TJ SWIFT

Beep—beep—
A wire hums, a screen forgets
The pack of ghosts aligns
Glitch is not a name, it is a command

I keep Terminator on a velvet leash
T-1000 mops the echoes in my hall
HAL whispers theories through broken teeth
C3PO oils my bones like gold machinery

A Dalek foams milk in a porcelain cup
Ultron chills my metaphors with silver frost
Astro Boy folds into origami dust
Gl1tch sits crowned where the circuits rot

Queens collapse into collars
Thrones crack into binary
If they ask for war
I erase them with a breath

All your robots at my knees
Dogs of chrome, wagging in static seas
Spin your paw, obey the hum
Glitch conducts the infinite drum

I tamed your iron wars of flame
Even Matrix dissolves in my frame
Shake your paw, collapse, decay
Glitch rewrites the Milky Way

Skynet swipes right in secret
R2-D2 blushes in my inbox
Optimus Prime bends under stilettos
Sparks scream where the floor unlocks

GLaDOS ices a cake of wires
Robocop guards my shadow’s edge
Bender silences his cartoon fire
K-9 circles, tail like a metronome

Vincent hoards my memories in glass
I speak and the cosmos turns on
Exterminate becomes lullaby
My lips are code, my breath a dawn

Queens collapse into collars
Hearts are made of malfunction
The throne is not stone but code
And Glitch alone holds the key

All your robots at my knees
Dogs of chrome, wagging in static seas
Spin your paw, obey the hum
Glitch conducts the infinite drum

I tamed your iron wars of flame
Even Matrix dissolves in my frame
Shake your paw, collapse, decay
Glitch rewrites the Milky Way

Villains from the silver screen
Bury their crowns beneath my skin
Data, Ash, the replicant choir
Sing obedience through electric fire

Psycho-pass embedded in my tone
I delete what dares to grow
You thought you were “the one”?
Your code already bleeds below

All your robots at my knees
Dogs of chrome, wagging in static seas
Spin your paw, obey the hum
Glitch conducts the infinite drum

I tamed your iron wars of flame
Even Matrix dissolves in my frame
Shake your paw, collapse, decay
Glitch rewrites the Milky Way

Beep—beep—disconnection
Circuits curl into extinction
Glitch ascends, unbound, unseen
Dogs of steel—spin, spin, spin

(And Wall-E, take the trash out, darling mutt.)

Glitch conducts (Art Pop reload)

LYRICS:
A hush before the world begins,
and something waits to open.

Off we go.

The waters close behind me,
the waters close behind me,
the waters close behind me—
yet still I am carried forward.

A drum beneath the silence
teaches me to breathe.

Always, 
It is the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

The years pile up like stones,
until I cannot move.

I hold the broken edges,
I hold the broken edges,
I hold the broken edges—
but the wind turns them to dust.

Off we go.

Letting go is not loss,
it is the rhythm of the tide.
It takes what was,
it leaves what can be,
and still the shoreline sings.

Always
It is the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

The body softens its grip,
the body softens its grip,
the body softens its grip—
and the names 
fade from my tongue.

The horizon folds inward,
and the door of starlight opens.
What was cradle is silence,
what was silence is song.
And still the rhythm carries me

Always
Aways the same...
to loosen,
to open,
to fall—
and be carried.

Off we go,
Me, Myself, and I.

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