Nobody Gets out Alive

Im at home, im breathing, im thinking, and im smilling

I was standing there with all of you. we all cheered, we all clapped.

I was singing there with all of you. we all cheered, we all clapped.

You sang and you worked, you had fun, you did it all, and will do it all again tomorrow. You stood there amongst us. You did it all.

You were once in the crowd. and now you own the crowd. u own the mob.

Respect was abundant. and the noise was fantastic.the noise was incredible. the sky was full of joy cloud, the sky was full of noise.

We sat in rooms with tables and chairs, one to every vctim. i read the words and broke my fingers. we watched our friends, we did it together in the same room with tables and chairs.

I sat on the seats and watched the same world move horizontal once again. each screen moving into the other.. the motion of the world, the music of the motion.. the motion of the movement and the rhythm of the movement in my mind./ the music in sync.. "i got brilliant timing, i got brilliant timing, i got brilliant timing."

I walked those streets and inserted the sound sticks once again. one foot infront of the weather.. i need sugar. i let the sun shine on my face... i didnt smile. i expected the worst and thought about the best.

i lay there alone in the morning din. I listened to my thoughts and refused to let reality sing. I listene to the din of the morning outside my head windows. I heard you all leave , i heard you all wake up.

i dreamnt of beautiful things and colours. i dreamnt of nothing.

i woke up

See you there

The flowing in my ears, im losing it i think, the ability to do what i love. I should stop, i should take responsibility here.

Inside this dungeon, i am happy.
The lack of everything natural means little right now
ive spoken the words, les mots

Ive Beaten it today, and last night.

How did i do this and forget about it? That really worked
It really did and all of this really makes a difference ill have you know the piano stopped and the signs and the signs

the signs they are all there. Stop looking at me and massing with your hair,
stop turning your head and reading my words

Im tapping again..these keys my foot..

how did i do this again? Hw did i dot his and frget about it.

I should really print all this out., i should really take action. Theangle here is hurting my hand. the veins are popping

Im popping it all, the veins are flowing..and now i will write about you, about the future..i think i might make it


I think i will see you there

Sound Movement

Sound Movement, originally uploaded by dunwho.

Yes this one suits...the time and the place, the tense.. the almighty tense. I think we all need to knuckledown.

I made something happy... i hope i made someone happy too


The vibrations are changing everyday.

Life is peculiar

Sound Movement

Sound Movement, originally uploaded by dunwho.

It hurts inside.... its got me to the core, that i gave it so easily in the end. Lost my mind. Lost the soul of the situation, drunk with regret. Nothing ends however, and the world still calls to me.... ha the world.

Little ground stars.....as certain as the sky.... as certain as the suns, the countless suns.... we create the clouds.... but it was certain then as it is now. I will never forget those stars....those flashes of lightning, lightning without thunder. Only my mind can spoil that time.... and i let it....

This is me in the picture.. why let anything spoil that.... this...this is us.

So build on that... read all you want.... the sun will go down, and shit will occur in the ground....shit will occur.... but the lights will always turn on.... the stars will always shine....even without the rythms....even without the powersource....sound is always capable....


it was just a bad beat, and the audience understand...it was just a mistake...a blip a misunderstanding.

The communications are still open....and i still smile when they do... i still let it get under my skin.... each one goes at a different time....responding to ur touch.... and my mind ripples....and my eyes look for it. each one goes at its own time.....but there is always a pattern

there is always a reason


It is never just once...but that is because of the pattern

Yet you will always remember.... the stars were shining so close to the earth

the stars

A Response to "Time" - from "The Existential Crisis and other Musings" by Mo

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Holding on
have i any need to wait and see why? Its in my ears, yet even when i take the vessel away it remains in my temples
flowing across my contents
is it not there forever?

Is this even an issue, can it ever be over.

I have placed my hand upon it
clicked it into eternity
this can never be fully destroyed
its out there somewhere
we seek eternity through our actions
we want to beat this giant shadow
i click everything i have into eternity
sifting through the net
and my ears are united with the rest of the world
with the world who wants to preserve me
me and my time
me and my reason

I try to find reason at night
this black box
this home

insomniac
so strong
so
but what else?
i would scream for this understanding
i am in silence
my temples talk to me
my mind is free

its quiet here
this is in time
this is time i cant share

in these words
in moments of noise
in it all i am cutting every wrist
this is in time

with every thought in this silence
bouncing of the sides of me black box
i am dying
and time is in this.

Time is irrelevant
because time is in this
and now that we have created time has become irrelevant.

"At once a voice arose among
The bleak twigs overhead
In a full-hearted evensong
Of joy illimited;
An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small,
In blast-beruffled plume,
Had chosen thus to fling his soul
Upon the growing gloom."

Thomas Hardy "The Darkling Thrush" (Extract)

And so we sing

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