ambient architextures

glitteratti

a string of luz in an alley of live blues...

...chases the seasons from present to past.

vhat? vhat's vat? you vant to svee my jazzy vhands?

...my dabble with the hippity hoppity

uh ohh disco

i see you know
bout the quid pro quo
you undergo
as you let it all show

its in the streamline, tidal flow
of anisette de bordeaux
from head to toe
live life by the moon glow
if its half, take it slow
if its full, goo goooo...

stay coo like february
stay icey fresh
learn from dem hippopotamus
who've got mad flow
down like whoaa

its all in the postulation
'bout the hiphopulation
the acclamation of appreciation
the alleviation of the fixation
its in between the stars and the authentication

its how we know there is no night or day
its how we believe and stay
how we perceive today

one self - fear the labour

as i write in my log.

i hear a noise coming from down the hall
why, you said that i was the last?
7 days too long
i believe that its tolling for me
now. we try. again.
pick it up from a past unconnected to this
i would have walked you all the way to the water
and darlin i believe we will be fine
because what all appears strange
is all just the same
i wasnt born from just a line
and i can't drop you like a dime

bon iver - your love (outfield cover)

recipe of the week:

(tis contribution iz frum, zealousaurus zex)

ingredients:
roasted butternut squash
cinnamon
olive oil
brie
a loaf of fresh crusty bread

1. cut the butternut squash in half, scoop out seeds. drizzle with olive oil and cinnamon. pop it in the oven at about 400 for about 15 minutes or until it's roasted.
2. scoop out roasted butternut squash. spread over brie over toasted bread.
3. cut, drizzle, pop, roast, scoop, spread. so simple. so delish!

(... all complements and compliments pls foward to zealousauruszex@dino.sours.com)

.quito.chicoco.

the energy that spins me
as you spin off from me
hundreds or thousands of miles
people speak in terms of time
but my life measured in terms of rhythm and rhyme

distance is just a concept
breaking up the physical chime
the scattered trail of night
lights up the north
i sink my roots into this spirit
everyday i´m wide awake
huge.heart.breaths.
one.at.a.time.

night turns into day
day turns into night
huge.heart.breaths
one.at.a.time.

criss.crossed.in.dian.this moment
is the style i sit
when the lyrics dance off my finger tips
its the magic of your mystery
the contrast of our histories

this life is real
i look around and i feel
painting all my surfaces
orange.red.purple. lacquer
smooth as these syncopated
wanderlust sol
souls de la sur

my moral compass helping me to feel it outro
the wisdom connecting through the eyes of a stranger
gazes still on you
my insprrration blazes
breaking through from the material
introductions into the mysterio
gaining more than giving
man rising more than falling

catching all the sparkle off the sunstreamed underbellies
of the lora feathered trails
and i realize its not what you´ve lost
but what you´ve found
and you contend
nothing is ever gone
just misplaced

still going - still going theme

teasing out the t's

and we agree to take it on again
taking one step after another back into the smoke
roaming haphazardly through the night bazaars
dizzy and listless
hollowed and exhausted
intoxicated and muddled senses
staggering eyes and reckless words

trying to find our way together
the auburn shadows guide us
mapping out a voyage of young romance
we stumble into a case of stars gleaming in a cobbled alcove
the light of a planetarium crowns a new hope
so irreducible, so alive

on the periphery, an owl with no eyes beams light
as birds we dream of the sky
but lets lay these bones to rest

when these souls come apart
i never want to match another to yours
but we will meet others
melting and colliding with the things we once loved together
so talk your ballads in the air lover boy and don't be scared

feist - the park

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