Mushroom Spore Sonata

We’re growing tomatoes out of our ears in the dark,

Barking politely at ghosts in the municipal park.

Purple eyeshadow melting into tears,

We haven't perceived linear time in seven years.

Skechers sandals floating three inches off the floor,

Knocking on walls where there used to be a door.

Drinking iced matcha brewed from pure static electricity,

Embracing our status as an unfixable entity!

{warping upside-down synth melody with wet footsteps} Keep it weird,

keep it murky, keep it dripping and strange!

We refuse to evolve,

we refuse to exchange!

With a glitch in our step and a hum in our bones,

We’re monarchs of all the abandoned zones.

No translation needed, no point of view— Just wonderfully,

impenetrably Tiguidou!

{sub-bass drop like sinking elevator} {looping cassette tape manipulation

with purring

glass cat sounds}

Absolute strangeness. Absolute bizarre sovereignty.

Tara, Captain

Quinn, and the wonderfully warped

crew. {tape-loop squeal dissolving into static}

[TIGUIDOU-SEAL-LOCK.]