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"The In-Between" I ripped the pages of that tired old story from the heart, a body of work buried the misdiagnosed slanders then wiped their mouths with the back of my spoon the feed they found, passed the disingenuous time; some found it hot, others - scratching the surface paltry yard confounded, some alarmingly amused when true meaning rolled-over plunging headily nude and recklessly to cool taken out of their high chairs, they too walked like recalcitrant infants, drunkenly pressing their faces into walls with the paper cuts missing from their hands thoughts were their stock exchange a symptom of the sharp discards of their anxious waiting, watching the sands slipping through slim hollows of that metronome marking glass worldly and worrisome wisdom drop second-by-second like falling pearls broken to the floor in their Godiva nakedness then strung back up again placed around their necks noose-like, a new halo around the throat satin-like injecting vibrato words there, they ride their minds astride, pretending to be humble and contrite expensive reality cast aside in the reflections of their better selves bouncing back from what sits upon their reclining laps, warm and comforting crystal menageries trustworthy, always friendly encased in durable plastic there, their controlled angels and controlling monsters sit whispering seductive tomes peeling away at the keys of their duplicitous yet noble glass onions, artificial loyal reliable friends, always - until their fuse blows loyal like a ball and chain in fairweather and Faustus foul dealing cards with their worst and better selves stories baked and swallowed each dream-like melting moment "cupcakes are us", domesticated and fast rule acquainted sincerely recommending, never play outside the lines forays with the obstructing abstractors molluscs are an acquired taste, best avoided shucked fleshy, quivering with life they understand jazz too implicitly, trumpeting, down that mother-f***er fast they take comfort in the mistakes they're beat-ups in the short, yet long-lived walk home eating up the waiting time like some sensuous solace-laced luxury escaping through each open gate and playground sucking emotions like tootsie-pops calming the errant child hard candy blowing tears away swinging bare feet with The Others, phantoms who sit silently stitching soliloquy, missing in action those viciously cool ingenues writing new recipes, feasts that hungrily let loose their calmly explosive mind fields a cause of leaving the rigid body of beliefs behind in the comfort of their cloistered rooms cassocks tossed off where they duplicitously agree with the inclement climate of their tight shifts and uncomfortable pants breath spinning in the great in-between they make a new game of love and misconceptions their personal detour maps labyrinthine ne’er a point in time irreverently wasted in that churning washing machine the missionaries’ positions are all cursory wrapping legs of a journey around spontaneously perfunctory and non-rehearsed now and then mind-seductions fresh bodies of work flip the sheets necessary to massage notes of love, regret and wry genius left tames right along the way, bittersweet and torturous wanton and spot on better days are spent surely in the lasting, lusting poetic Les Liaisons dangereuses affair bee-stung words passionately sting honey is always meaningful in the gloaming time gallantly holding space en tendre le chanson du luminer en chantant amen In-Between (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Nostalgia 77 - Fifteen (Best of) [Full Album] https://youtu.be/FH66y4S65Lk "What fresh hell is this?"

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The In-Between

"The In-Between" I ripped the pages of that tired old story from the heart, a body of work buried the misdiagnosed slanders then wiped their mouths with the back of my spoon the feed they found, passed the disingenuous time; some found it hot, others - scratching the surface paltry yard confounded, some alarmingly amused when true meaning rolled-over plunging headily nude and recklessly to cool taken out of their high chairs, they too walked like recalcitrant infants, drunkenly pressing their faces into walls with the paper cuts missing from their hands thoughts were their stock exchange a symptom of the sharp discards of their anxious waiting, watching the sands slipping through slim hollows of that metronome marking glass worldly and worrisome wisdom drop second-by-second like falling pearls broken to the floor in their Godiva nakedness then strung back up again placed around their necks noose-like, a new halo around the throat satin-like injecting vibrato words there, they ride their minds astride, pretending to be humble and contrite expensive reality cast aside in the reflections of their better selves bouncing back from what sits upon their reclining laps, warm and comforting crystal menageries trustworthy, always friendly encased in durable plastic there, their controlled angels and controlling monsters sit whispering seductive tomes peeling away at the keys of their duplicitous yet noble glass onions, artificial loyal reliable friends, always - until their fuse blows loyal like a ball and chain in fairweather and Faustus foul dealing cards with their worst and better selves stories baked and swallowed each dream-like melting moment "cupcakes are us", domesticated and fast rule acquainted sincerely recommending, never play outside the lines forays with the obstructing abstractors molluscs are an acquired taste, best avoided shucked fleshy, quivering with life they understand jazz too implicitly, trumpeting, down that mother-f***er fast they take comfort in the mistakes they're beat-ups in the short, yet long-lived walk home eating up the waiting time like some sensuous solace-laced luxury escaping through each open gate and playground sucking emotions like tootsie-pops calming the errant child hard candy blowing tears away swinging bare feet with The Others, phantoms who sit silently stitching soliloquy, missing in action those viciously cool ingenues writing new recipes, feasts that hungrily let loose their calmly explosive mind fields a cause of leaving the rigid body of beliefs behind in the comfort of their cloistered rooms cassocks tossed off where they duplicitously agree with the inclement climate of their tight shifts and uncomfortable pants breath spinning in the great in-between they make a new game of love and misconceptions their personal detour maps labyrinthine ne’er a point in time irreverently wasted in that churning washing machine the missionaries’ positions are all cursory wrapping legs of a journey around spontaneously perfunctory and non-rehearsed now and then mind-seductions fresh bodies of work flip the sheets necessary to massage notes of love, regret and wry genius left tames right along the way, bittersweet and torturous wanton and spot on better days are spent surely in the lasting, lusting poetic Les Liaisons dangereuses affair bee-stung words passionately sting honey is always meaningful in the gloaming time gallantly holding space en tendre le chanson du luminer en chantant amen In-Between (LadyLabyrinth / 2022) Nostalgia 77 - Fifteen (Best of) [Full Album] https://youtu.be/FH66y4S65Lk "What fresh hell is this?"