DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS
Fly... Fly... My Butterfly
Cold voice and scales of crows
Blazed voice and and scales of crows
Crows are calling for me
DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS IS MY SPIRAL MIND
DARKNESS
It's a repetition of an accident.
When I came to, it was all behind me.
I might become a snake with glowing skin or a prostitute wrapped elegantly in red light.
The Thermoograph that measures the difference in the sense of beauty between my eyes, which think that a brandnew rebirth is a thing of beauty, and the eyes of others
how fun it is.
A pleasant spot, body heat, music, darkness
Nothing comes easy but the tougher things have less meaning.
yet even still no one can become as knowledgeable about my history as I am.
This is perhaps the most beautiful rebirth I've ever had.
Put on the black Spangle wings and gloriously dive into the flood of erotic sound,
more instinctual than sex.
and then the smell of death everyday coming closer to the limit
gender, the flesh, nerves, time as I feel them, if I can prepare myself for it,
that is the joy of living and freedom.
