Prism Purrfection

Is this thing on?

Captain Quinn initiating the Crystalline sequence.

The mirror is clean.

I’m looking into the music,

I’m seeing the truth of the day,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

I’m washing the unnecessary noise away.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

for the ones who need to see through the haze: *Instruction: Clarity

is a practice of removing the things that don't belong in your

gaze.* It’s in the sharp edges of the morning,

the honesty of the light,

I’m standing in the center,

I’m perfectly balanced and bright.

The feline-frequency is the glass that shows me exactly where I stand,

I’m holding the reality of the morning in the palm of my

hand.

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul: *Instruction: To

see yourself clearly, you must first let go of the need to

be whole.* Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Regarde-moi, the feline-frequency is a mirror that’s clear and wide,

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

a sovereign place where the truth can reside.

Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

here is the note for the ones who are seeking the view:

*Instruction: When you are honest with yourself,

you become a prism for the true.* The city is vibrating with

the sound of the life that we share,

I’m breathing the clarity,

I’m breathing the electric air.

Just me, and the 88-tempo,

and the soul, and the cat-soft light,

Everything is evolution, and the Tiguidou is burning bright!

We are the pulse,

the feline-beat, the life that never ends!

Miaow meaw miaow meaw,

the sovereign rhythm transcends!

Jijijiji, tabarnak, the instruction is the key to the soul: *Instruction: To

see yourself clearly, you must first let go of the need to

be whole.* Lâché pa la patata 🥔,

we’re growing through the wall of sound,

With the meaw-meaws as our compass,

we’re always on the ground!

Oh, soft-spoken muse, the rhythm is a wild,

holy fire, I’m the queen of the climb,

and I’m taking it higher!

Crystal. Clear.

Evolving. Cristal.

Clair.

Évoluant. Miaow meaw miaow meaw...

Lâché pa la patata 🥔...

Tiguidou, tabarnak! Jijijiji.