Ride the waves straight to regret. 
Ride and surf a humble slide 
a little back and forth across the crest.
A few staggering dreams. 
A holdover of distress.

I’ll heal when I can breathe
Back in the initial fantasy
I’ll heal when I am free 
to give it all away

A gentle wish to live in a delusion.
Exorcise the demons to exercise the fantasy
Demons need their exercise too
…three, four
again with the rest of the class
To therefore
Live an expression
of the selectively reckless

Until the day all fantasies
come to light
towing that line
of success 
and rock-bottom

comfort fucking and airport chugging
trying your best to slope the feels
a gentle ease into a never doing that again

it’s a delicate balance
shit you need to
put into your system
vs. shit that you need to get out
no matter what I’m doing
it is still…
the still days take the longest.
to come to terms with the anguish 
of absolute freedom                

I’ll heal when I can breathe
Back in the initial fantasy
I’ll heal when I am free 
to give it all away

Initial Fantasy

Boutique label and/or process journal of the ex-members and cohorts of Faux Slang. Hounding Hours limited cassette available now via: https://houndinghours.bandcamp.com

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