keep pace amongst the wind....hearts are stomped upon by dirty dancing feet. hearts are torn apart with transparents gestures... hearts are held dearly in hands that will tell stories.. hearts project ever outward tying themselves with each glancing pass...and these heart strings pull tight as they give the mind a taste of what it is to be alive





Blank Conjectures Across Your Facade

So turn your faces inside out because were all trapped sitting here with minds collapsed. All the simple things you do. Explode; encroach and bloom. All things live to die. We are all dying to live.






this is for you if you know what this is

our faces caracatures of false reckoning and opaque gestures all the while we fall in distracted transparency around every action. And as we sit here in droves our hearts and minds transcend and permeate each and every other. floating through this ether our thoughts transmit and coalesce as they saturate in our eyes reforming through every violent moment............infinite transience through our minds.

............the wind speaks to you through the trees with great fervence. listen closely as it will give hints to your meaning....




The human mind constantly experiencing. An infinite influx a mass of permeation and absorbtion. Every experience defining; creating; building and forming.......... We are more than just characters. So awake from this infinite sleep, only you can be blamed for the paper mache foundations you create, stringing your life together like marionettes. So wake thyself from this sickly dance of a dream..ems

////a place in time a space a vision to waste. it screams for you to face for us to face this blinding disgrace////


dreaming themes

through this lens of dreaming themes.
this surely will define you.
we find peace inside of this.
all of your bastardized thoughts reach out and grab one to keep.
and all of your haphazard feeling will define you.
yes it will surely define you.
transmit and coalesce.
to permeate each and every other.
this essence is ubiquitous.





tell me now what you think youve spoken so clear

what are we? these are our fucking lives. in all seriousness now. should you take this so seriously?....these are our fucking lives. And our halos - that is to say this essence that tranmits from deep within our souls - dance and undulate above our minds; saturating your eyes.....who are we? intuitive dances. the wind sets the pace....schizophrenic discourse...so much we take for granted....and we dance, salivating through gesticulations..and we let them dance upon our hearts.....they wear nothing on their sleeves....beauty is hidden so clearly flowing from our hearts through our eyes.....we are burning...we are letting this burn...we burn ourselves....we fall down upon the line in distracted thought...forming through this violence.....our eyes are being pulled open through every instant....still you can not see....
this is all i can remember....what is left?....spoken softly through the distance....these ghosts are everywhere....ghosts of thought of feeling of souls.....our souls are ghosts.....wraiths trailing through each day leaving their mark on our being like thorns drawing blood....concentrate on this feeling and watch how it changes....each moment runs together pulling hearts tighter to gather the violence of this pressure....where does this end....it can not...i have no hold on myself as each moment runs together.
and this world is it dead in the end? no......we have become this. back down upon the line again we surface through old programs. our dreams unfold upon the future and we find these actions through memories of the past. we are all woven together inside of this ubiquitous soul. finding thoughts through the breeze all amongst your fervent caress.
.EMS.