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Concentrate on nothing So that the somethings are left with no food Yet my mood turns the truths into prominent enemies Armies of sketch diaries and scrap papers Taper down and puzzle it together In present time I live by the clock Angrily staring at a locked wall socket I sitting undertall Three prongs and all Being the source of this hunger I long for these things The mediums to create myself through Without the proper means to obtain such materials I must remain suspended in particles SongtexteAnd refrain from creative thought That has no choice but to be forgotten Crawling through machines with anger And into ears with ease Refrain from ideas that might be forgotten Capable yet unable To pullout what has backed up inside And formed a pulsating mound of rough draft material This is a mound of speech sound and sight And the written word It's full while I scurry trying to find places to spit it out So I can be empty And have a trophy to show for my thought and refrain from forgetting ideas Looking back my timeline is a circle And faded in nature a turtle With a shell to mask the past Which memory came first and which last? I recall Texas swimming in the backyard in grassy agua when it rained hard and hasing snakes in two leotards: one for pants the other for head garb Flash forward and I'm hunting Moorlocks in Utah more like gremlins in description not seen by me but by my friend Clinton safari through the jungleweeds in the outskirts of faculty housing all that resulted from the outing was a dousing in delousing powder Leap years back And I'm on the trail of snappers, mom did the laundry while I watched from the windowsill, a mother left her eggs buried by the picnic table I met evolution and when she left I smashed all the eggs I was able/Abel. I am hungry Words and pictures don't form on command When you are ready You will take full control of me again These times when I'm empty Who is getting blessed Who is starving like me Worrying about it And fearing that it won't return Aus Songtexte Mania