Glitter And Anthrax

Reality doesn't run on reason. The cosmos doesn't know logic - logic is manmade. Fate, irony, destiny, luck, and chance are all composed of randomness. No matter the probability with which we may determine the exact location and velocity of a particle, it is never without an air of chance. With so many independent systems with their own "order" working in tandem throughout the universe (and beyond), when they're multiplied together and taken as a whole, it all just seems like one big rigmarole with no coherence whatsoever. Yet, the interplay seems undeniable. The result, strangely legible.

The iconic question: Why do bad things happen to good people? is not easy to answer for many reasons. For one, what exactly are "bad things"? How can we be certain our notions of just and right are... just and right? Once we bring into the picture the synthetic ideals of mankind - our predisposed perceptions of what should and shouldn't be - the overarching sovereignty of the cosmos (God, if one feels so inclined,) is nullified and ungraspable. No matter how abstract or cryptic our assertions may seem or how much logic tells us things are true or valid, in reality everything in no holds barred. 

I think, for that reason, all art and expression is without restraint. 

For the universe is the grandest of all works and all works have their place within it.      

Glitter And Anthrax

Choke hold!
Fork in the road to eat my words again

(Glitter and anthrax)
Breaking down
Breaking me in (inside out)
Breaking this poisoned disposal of tissue
The reaping is feeding a purging the need
Cutting and mincing, transversal disjunction
(Anthropomorphic)

Oh, humble creatures of the night
Embrace this corpse
And make me worth fighting for
Twisting and turning
Been gobbed up inside too long
Oblong
Seeping through the cracks
The egg you cage me in is starting to cave in
And I find it hard to question why
Hard to pass the time

(Antifreeze and ice cream)
Breaking down

Breaking me in (inside out) 

Breaking this spiked incomprehensible migraine 

This tumbling illusion has grown too weak 

The floodgates are meek, imprisoning Liberty's eyes 

(Legerdemain) 

Zephyr 

Humor me a while 

Capture me a gust 

And help me to turn dust from dust 

I'm finding more than milestones 

Corner stones have been laid to waste 

I'm seeing more than fireflies tonight 

The stars are in a heap 

And it's difficult to separate the stardust 

From mine 

Flapjack

Upturn the stones I've skipped away from here 

I'm catching breaths

But never finding the words you need to hear 

Euthanized

It's kind of odd to dry my bones beside this riverbed 

Where we used to spend our time and dine in summer time at picnics 

Childhood hideaways decay while I swim my way through the milky-way

Chewing off the memories of destiny I thought I saved  

No shoebox was ever able to hold all the lies you knew 

And however many trinkets survive I doubt I'll ever know the truth 

(Cyanide and sprinkles)

Breaking down

Breaking me in (inside out) 

Breaking the portioned secrets coveted  

Wrapped in plaid and decadence 

Margarine and petroleum condense transitions of the path 

Bugaboo, bucolic crave seems locked behind a crimson door 

(Soft music plays)

Dormite
Let me treat you to a cryptex:
There's a scroll I tossed away when I withdrew my Solomon ways
Frankincense was sent astray when three wise men came to save the day
But each were blind and bleeding on the inside
Carnal knowledge was to blame
You see, the things we've come to do, and set like clockwork, have passed the tide
Daylight savings came and spent, and still we couldn't catch the ride
The rise and fall, the come and gone, the now and then are nothing new
Because everything that's happened once, we still have left to do