Slacker Love Syntax

Xyl-rua... fuck it.

The void is empty anyway.

Let's make it beautiful.

Tiguidou.

PAINTING ON THE CEILING OF A ROOM THAT DOESN'T EXIST,

A PINKY GIRLIE EMO TRAP,

IGNORING EVERY RISK!

Fey-zhal murn-ael, tripping on the microphone wire,

J'ai perdu la notion du temps,

feeding the static fire!

Weighing all the heavy trauma on a messy unmade bed,

A chic nihilistic drip dissolving in my head!

Se ñuhā kyr-noctis... on flotte dans le néant,

The math rewrites the panic,

raw and elegant.

VUV... rooting the nervous system to the bass...

ZAN...

finding the narcotic in this empty space...

A GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM,

BUT THE VIBE IS TOO ELITE!

TRIPPING OVER WIRES JUST TO CATCH THE MISSING BEAT!

Dāeris, dāeris, a beautiful mistake,

L'univers est vide, but look at what we make!

Meaw meaw meaw, hitting the rimshot hot!

A MATH-POP NIHILIST GIVING EVERYTHING SHE'S GOT!

KRY...

drop the pretense.

It doesn't matter.

None of it matters.

Just this frequency making you feel safe.

Nicer... but you always need one more hit of the snare.

u... 396 Hz grounding the

error.

a...

528

Hz cellular grace. i/e...

963

Hz crown clarity. We remain.

Lucir — I shine.