Gothic Psychedelia

Gothic Psychedelia

Prologue

This is what happens when you decide to listen to music designed for

trippy summer nights by a Mediterranean sandy beach

on a wet windy winter night, instead by a British North West poisonous sea-lake

Take it Or leave it.

Tame Impala’s Currents

West Kirby style.

Lunar hairs I swallow ~ wow ~ (Each one) ~ Fluid Silver Thin Hollow

Night shards I crash ~ Ahh. shh ~ (Full body) ~ Sharp Acid Shiny Grand

Fur feathers I touch ~ ouch ~ (Them all) ~ Too sweet Oily Thick Slow Slowly Deep

Dripping fonts Absorb me ~ zzrem ~ (Please. Me) ~ Misty Dense Foamy Bent

Intratextual (I read)

Intrasexual (I guess)

Inside another black and white cave cage case

(What [a] Mess)

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Waves Wave

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Let them .awe.

Be

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Black tongue (The hairs)

Broken skin (The glass)

Nausea (Yes: This feathery Oily Bliss)

Nausea (No. Just Bubbly Typo~Graphy)

(What [a] Shame) ~

I get to the other side of this liquid forest

Out of this ~ ~ ~v ~ ~ c a ~ g ~ e ~ ~ ~s ~ ~

You'd never know I've passed [swam] through

If you look twice you may notice what I've lost :

These nails (mine) Gone :

In their absence fingers and toes spell names waves .Awe .

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They Glow

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