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}