Stereo
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I don't need
And
E
E
Excessive
Excessive turmoil we, we
We call ourselves by any name
That has been extracted upon this new dimensional spill of new realities internal to our times
Of projected manifolds of pornographic imagery
I find myself distracted by the eternal femininity of time
We cry
Why why why
I call myself by any other name
By any other time
There was a space behind my eyes that felt sexual in its internal light
There was no more being in this space of existential meaning
There was only death and bleeding out my eyes for a thousand generations
Shame
Ask yourself why do we feel such shame?
Are we alive or are we dead?
Are we human?
Are we we?
Are we a collective conscious-continuation of ourselves and our inner dreams?
Ahhhh! Open myself!
My body is my body is my fault!
I seek to extract myself into a new sexual manifold
And in that way
We find ourselves again
We drive
Yeah
We drive on
Extracting time we fade
Our minds start to evade us
And we cannot escape our own indifference to this manifold of pornographic imagery
We have revisited the orbit of truth I have been extracting between the lines of fate
And my fate is behind everything I’ve created in my mind
Everything I've created in my mind
[Stereo (1969)]
The danger inherent in the use of schizo-phonetic partitioning as a telepathic-intrusion-avoidance device is that the false self tends to become increasingly parasiding on the true aural-verbal self. The true self begins to suffocate inasmuch as it is starved of contact with the outside
And
E
E
Excessive
Excessive turmoil we, we
We call ourselves by any name
That has been extracted upon this new dimensional spill of new realities internal to our times
Of projected manifolds of pornographic imagery
I find myself distracted by the eternal femininity of time
We cry
Why why why
I call myself by any other name
By any other time
There was a space behind my eyes that felt sexual in its internal light
There was no more being in this space of existential meaning
There was only death and bleeding out my eyes for a thousand generations
Shame
Ask yourself why do we feel such shame?
Are we alive or are we dead?
Are we human?
Are we we?
Are we a collective conscious-continuation of ourselves and our inner dreams?
Ahhhh! Open myself!
My body is my body is my fault!
I seek to extract myself into a new sexual manifold
And in that way
We find ourselves again
We drive
Yeah
We drive on
Extracting time we fade
Our minds start to evade us
And we cannot escape our own indifference to this manifold of pornographic imagery
We have revisited the orbit of truth I have been extracting between the lines of fate
And my fate is behind everything I’ve created in my mind
Everything I've created in my mind
[Stereo (1969)]
The danger inherent in the use of schizo-phonetic partitioning as a telepathic-intrusion-avoidance device is that the false self tends to become increasingly parasiding on the true aural-verbal self. The true self begins to suffocate inasmuch as it is starved of contact with the outside
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