Is it all worth dying for? They still live. Lost another bet my friend. We still sleep. Charcoal faced, getting thin. They own us. The plight of a moderate man. They believe. 

"I am another you, and you are another me." 

From the slow vibration in this lowest dimension. Are these bare walls keeping us out or are they keeping us in? 

Is it all worth dying for? They are us. Trade in my innocence for awhile. We are them. Was it too much to ask for forgiveness? We are all. I'll take one more life, then I'm gone. On our way back home. 

"I am another you, and you are another me." 

From the slow vibration in this lowest dimension. Are these bare walls keeping us out or are they keeping us in? 

I will sleep now. I will sleep. 

Changing bodies, changing minds. I will no longer be on your right side. Changing bodies, changing minds. I will no longer be complete 'til I die. 

You are the conduit. We are the conduit. 

Is it sad to see I'm falling apart and you have not moved on from the life? I took the time, always took the time, to smile right at your face. This is understood. This is understood that time will not ever change. I'll take myself and move on. I'll move on. I'll move on. 

It's always the sun. Always the son. 

All of this and none of this, infinite consciousness, experiencing life. The oneness of the mind. 

What would we do with the truth? How could we put it to use? But both money and time are only of the mind. 

What if there is no truth? Why should we believe the proof? But why are we alive? I want a better mind. 

Intuiting then intending then declaring then completing. No further than inside, look and you will find. Truth is true as long as you are breathing and believe it to. I want a better mind. 

I'm sold. 

Reciting slogans and pre-approved mottos. Regurgitating unoriginal echos. 

We have forgotten, we have forsaken, our intended use. Possibilities are potential truths. We are here to choose. 

I did this.

Turquoise

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.

Turquoise

TRITA

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