manic_panic
Bluelighter
“Itching and Connected (in the New Age Revolution)”
Itching bitching opiate addict, infinite concern… I am suggesting a bit of an exaggerating tone-shock to my ego after reverberated heartbreak and camouflaged resentment. Glory is near because it’s presenting itself so close to here. I just have to wave my hand with a welcoming attention and wait for a placid greeting in return. Silence is golden but music is like diamonds discovered for the first time in a rough if the tune is appealing to my ear, which remains keen even after mellow-harshing grooves, lamenting beeps, and crackling fuzz in a coma of tones and robotic voices are heavy and droned. Salutations to the new wave of thunderous mechanical noise..Sometimes it can be pompously pulled off. I don’t know how even half of the cruddy radio stuff these days makes it to its assumingly high rank. Unexpectedly, people seem more similar than different to me, for the first time seen…I discover what enables them to tick, psychological shreds of love in the heat of quick somersaulting rhythms and disguised body language too easily dismissed. People dance in the streets, shout. Intentionally infected musical notes are hushed, they’re stout but it’s a copout. There is an itchy-to-scratchy connection leaving a mess, I’m fully distracted while my emotions are wet and stressed. I do the best I can to make more out of less and I’m bold enough to take the Heavy Metal test, a welcomed change in sport. I promptly scramble for a solution and I am a day late and a dollar short. I look outside the window. There goes the revolution…
Itching bitching opiate addict, infinite concern… I am suggesting a bit of an exaggerating tone-shock to my ego after reverberated heartbreak and camouflaged resentment. Glory is near because it’s presenting itself so close to here. I just have to wave my hand with a welcoming attention and wait for a placid greeting in return. Silence is golden but music is like diamonds discovered for the first time in a rough if the tune is appealing to my ear, which remains keen even after mellow-harshing grooves, lamenting beeps, and crackling fuzz in a coma of tones and robotic voices are heavy and droned. Salutations to the new wave of thunderous mechanical noise..Sometimes it can be pompously pulled off. I don’t know how even half of the cruddy radio stuff these days makes it to its assumingly high rank. Unexpectedly, people seem more similar than different to me, for the first time seen…I discover what enables them to tick, psychological shreds of love in the heat of quick somersaulting rhythms and disguised body language too easily dismissed. People dance in the streets, shout. Intentionally infected musical notes are hushed, they’re stout but it’s a copout. There is an itchy-to-scratchy connection leaving a mess, I’m fully distracted while my emotions are wet and stressed. I do the best I can to make more out of less and I’m bold enough to take the Heavy Metal test, a welcomed change in sport. I promptly scramble for a solution and I am a day late and a dollar short. I look outside the window. There goes the revolution…
