Glacial Circuit Meows

{deep sub-zero drone establishing melted-vinyl haze with distant rainy window hiss and

slow bubbling modular synth drips}

Time is dripping backward down the kitchen wall,

We haven't moved an inch since the early fall.

Tomatoes ripening into glowing little spheres,

While we stare at static for a hundred years.

Purple eyeshadow dusting the ambient haze,

Lost in a beautifully complicated maze.

Skechers floating softly on a heavy tide,

Nowhere else to wander,

nowhere left to hide.

{stretched tape warps and faint ghost-note echoes} Keep it slow,

keep it strange, let the tempo decay!

We’ve got eternity to waste today!

Drifting through the glitches in a velvet trance,

Refusing every rigid, ordinary dance.

With a sluggish pulse and a weird point of view,

Completely frozen, completely Tiguidou.

{massive syrup-thick sub-bass avalanche drop} { instruments dissolving into warm infinite drone,

female voices

and kitty meows

fading

in layers} Absolute

minimal bpm. Absolute strange sovereignty.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the wonderfully glacial

crew. {infinite-sub-bass-drone-fading-into-silence}