i’m counting seconds before thunder claps as lightning sears the distant sky. my future’s cast in shadow. and i can see that old dread die. but while he still had life he still despised the electronic zeitgeist.


drum n bass / blind


a pool cue that thrust me in another direction, she trusts me with sensitive information, nonplussed me.


drum and bass struck me dance like we busking we bust the atmosphere open, fires be stokin’. stoners be smokin’. cannabis tokin’ explode from the lighter if the valve is open. gotta treat it right. we are never outpsyched, the only people in the room who will remember tonight. everyone is wasted. inebriated. alcoholic-sedated. i am spaced out my brain, but our energy’s a conversation, and the vibrations from the bassline’s breakin’ shit.


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