Songs
1.6825
2.fleisch+
3.karnivale+
4.caffeine
5.stop
6.red
7.brown
8.white
9.pink
10.dissassemble
11.tilt!
12.spoky
13.space polka
+=poppy song
The Meat-a portrayal of being trapped in endless hallways that kept repeating led me to believe that I was not moving at all or at least not moving forward, Although the scenery was not moving backward. I was alone. I knew that others existed but not on the same geometric plane that I existed.
Every word I spoke was as significant as wind and even if they were heard no one on the outside could ever understand what someone trapped on the inside meant while speaking the words. And when the words hit their eardrums either they had changed or the thought behind them had changed. This proved verbal communication insignificant. The only thing that could affect me was the mirror. On the top of the hall there was a mirror every so often and the man in the mirror always looked into my eyes and understood everything I was at that moment. And therefore, understanding all past and visions for the future.
I kept walking the hallway, searching for the end. I couldn't stop to sleep or eat and there was nobody to talk to or anything to listen to except for my heartbeat.
My heartbeat drove me more and more insane each minute and the thing about it is once you start thinking about it you can't stop. It overwhelms your mind. It's hypnotic and makes the loop more and more clearly defined. It was when I could bear my heart no more when I met Mr. Lai Wopweil.
Lai was an author who could polish ideas into incomprehensible moans of scribble onto pages. In doing this he was an artist.
He was in the hall too, but we couldn't verbally communicate because we both were afraid that the words would change once spoken as they tend to do in this place and that one would be so frustrated with the other they would eventually kill each other. And death was not an option in this place we both had the idea that when we died we would still be here but we would never reach the end and we would keep going but even slower. But verbal communications were not necessary with Lai. One look at each other and we both knew who the other was. It was the same experience as looking at the man in the mirror.
We both were walking entertaining each other by acting out different personalities through our faces and actions. This game got out of hand when we realized what we were doing was affecting the outside's pressure onto the inside and when we acted in ways that would frustrated the people on the outside and cause them to act out against the human life contained inside this place, We stopped in fear that this place would collapse on us.
We couldn't talk or act but our presence still kept each other going. Although we were with each other we were both alone and we were both failures at life and we were both on the outside of preferable society inside this hell/hall.
It was when we were acting (as was earlier mentioned) when Relp Bowli first showed his silhouette. It seemed his presence only existed when we passed the lamppost, only when there was light. Relp frightened Lai and I at first but soon he was one of us. Except Relp wasn't afraid to talk. Relp could help! He showed us that we could talk and communicate with each other.
We shared what we would do when we escaped but in having our conversation we realized we were as free as we would ever be. Even if we got outside we would still be living in the same rut. Get up, eat, work, eat, sleep repeat. At least in here we had each other. Out there we would be alone among hundreds of thousands who were alone. The lucky few came as enlightened as pairs and served to each other as endless variations of blissful distractions from the repeating hallway of earth.
6825-In a dream, they made me pay $6825.99 for injuries dealt to a molesting extension of what homosexual value is.
Caffeine-A tribute to a man no human could be on bad terms with. A future leader of the world?
Stop- A wish for the numbers to stop coming. Piling up as pieces of pi, the greatest puzzle imaginable perhaps the link to everything-a perfect circle.
Disassemble=red, brown, white, pink- the layers of the mind unraveling as the clock-hand slowly shifts, and words spin backward. If they were comprehended backward nobody would ever mind or notice the difference. Especially the one(s) we care of the most.
Red- A prediction of the present, then future, shockingly enough it all was true proving all that could have been but wasn't.
Brown- A stage of perception in which one cannot believe if others are mentally sound or even if it itself is mentally sound or what mentally sound even is for that matter.
White- As white always is as purity, redemption, a chance? This will drive you more insane than anything else but you can't escape yet, you must first be completely destroyed.
Pink- A color of what has faded into the present. More fruitful and mentally sound or more worse than the past? Was the past good considering that it all could have been an altered perception? This is the stage when you forget how you normally act or should act.
Dissassemble- Breaking the mirror, falling apart, hating, changing, the metamorphosis into the stages where one must rebuild itself or break itself into smaller pieces.
Tilt! - An all out change into a new direction skewed from the past and built on a new perception with better outcomes and less of a chance of self-sabotage and failure due to it. Or was it all a plan from the pink stage?
Spoky (not SPOOKY!)- The feeling of death coming upon oneself from with in.
Space Polka- A trip to the end of the universe in death after overcoming the fear of death and the hurt you've installed in yourself and into others.
Poppy songs (Karnivale, and Fleisch)- collective artists opinions of what is hip inside themselves. Intended to heighten mood, to later be let down and to increase overall quality.
U.K. O.K? IS. R.I.P.