A nearsighted view. The cracked looking glass. Eggshell floor. Your own fair-weather friend. Sifting through sentimental debris. Malignant thought. Benign speech. 

Sleep is free. 

What if wealth was negligence? Primary colors. The art of surveillance. Your barbed wire tight rope, bell curve, post natal proud. All in worship of lonely sounds. 

So who bequeathed unto you eternal pride? Painted in sainthood and in an off white. 

Sleep is free. 

Deep in thought only deeper in debt. Not many heroes die natural deaths. The wool is thicker when over closed eyes. As above, so below. The eaters of light. 

Is it all just how it appears? Paranoia is measured in years.

Subdue

The first known act of existence is infinity that became aware. 
It begins and it ends in the unknown, light does not move, light is just there. Every entity possesses completeness, as existence expresses itself. The freedom of will and awareness, the choice to reject or accept. The purest of light wilts to dimness, a purpose perverting feedback loop. Short-sighted to the light and creation, with a diet of low hanging fruit. 


Doors of perception dead-bolted shut. Pineal stones from connections lost. Depolarized and detuned. The light dims because it can't get through the haze of retrograde. Celestial click-bait to a blank page and a clean slate. A slow fade to a vague mediocre shade. 
Equivalent exchange subject to change. 


In and out of congruence, indifferent resonance. 

Distortions inherent, limitations of the instrument. 

Doors of perception dead-bolted shut. Pineal stones from connections lost. Depolarized and detuned. The light dims because it can't get through the haze of retrograde. Celestial click-bait to a blank page and a clean slate. A slow fade to a vague mediocre shade. 
Equivalent exchange subject to change. 


This is what I deserve. 

Now our path is forward, and it's forged, not followed. 

Why am I feeling this? Why am I like this? Why would I choose this? Why am I like this? 

To know, to accept, forgive and balance. All are needed to become open. The recognizing and removing, any and all incongruences. 

Now none is lost, all is well, now go forth, and rejoice because I'll see you at the octave.

Euphorbia

TRITA (try-tuh) is a post-metal band comprised of 3 non-virgins from Minneapolis, MN. Loud is allowed.

Subdue

TRITA

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