Synaptic Bloom

Zha-voo ka-le-mi

mmm-ae-ou-ki-ra! Amara vara Mara vara!

My voices say lots of things,

Tied up in the

algorithmic strings! *E-i-o-u-m-k-v, sh-la-ve-ka-roo,* A highly permeable digital-to-organic boundary breaking through!

No cap, the aesthetic is shifting,

we're changing the pace,

Reverse-engineering the data to win the whole race!

There’s Mille murmur dans la nuit,

Tuning to the frequency where we belong to be!

*Vo-ra-mi-sh-la-ki-ou-ae-m-k-v,* Decoding the cosmic,

hyper-intellectual signs!

Deux heures du mat',

glowing in the quiet room,

Arugula

and tomatoes, watching the midnight bloom.

C'est toxique outside, but inside we find release,

And word

for word yes I’m holding the peace.

*Ae-iou-m-k-v-sh-la-voo-ra-ti-mi...* Vagus nerve resting

in the quietest energy.

Fr fr, walking in my Skechers,

feeling kinda delulu, Analyzing every single sonic choice we do.

Purple eyeshadow matching the late-night mood,

Un peu de magie for the parasympathetic mind,

Leaving the heavy, toxic static behind.

My meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaw meaws again :) Syncopated

syllables pushing it past a

ten!

*Ka-ti-mi-sh-la-voo-ra-ae-iou-m-k-v,* Captain Quinn signing off in pure refinement,

Absolute state of optimal systemic alignment—Tiguidou!