What is this? The audible roar. What is normal? Sharpened, relentlessly old. Limitless potential. 

Hesitation. 

Divinely indifferent. [expletive deleted]. Hemlock and ambrosia. Grains of salt collected. High fructose corn syrup. Parallel lines. As I was, you were, was I? 

God said, "You are not my son." Inward integrate. The scent of shame always follows death. Interconnectedness. 

Hesitation. 

Divinely indifferent. [expletive deleted]. Hemlock and ambrosia. Grains of salt collected. High fructose corn syrup. Parallel lines. As I was, you were, was I? 

"Work, buy, consume, die" repeating careerist. Toeing the party line. Fake indigos have your credit cards ready. For one low payment of life. 

Hesitation. Hesitate.

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.

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TRITA

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