Jamuary day 8, in which I play harpsichord and then blind myself with a small projector.

They hit their limit on a Tuesday morning, woke up to the sound of their alarm

It had been screeching for about half an hour, they listened for a couple more

No pressing force kept them in bed

Just lack of drive and forward momentum

There was only the inward loop

Pumping blood and ticking cerebellum

(chorus)

Reaching out for the sun only to be ensnared

They were always under the gun, didn’t realize their heart was impaired

De-evolution opens the trap, slime mold creeps out between the slats

But there is nowhere else to go in a world of vengeful plutocrats

The first calls came around 10 o’clock as the sun creates the steel and glass horizon

Probably the boss or another team member, someone from the same cubicle island

They won’t understand what triggered this change, lost inspiration or looming disaster

Or simply the crossing of a new threshold

Advancing from one stage to another

(chorus)

Kafka was wrong, the cockroach is too fast for their sudden loss of momentum

moving more like the sun as it climbs to the top of the sky arbitrarily spreading its spectrum

A hunger awoke as their energy wanted so they creeped out to find some food

They spread out green spores at a street vendor’s cart, but those spores they will not reproduce

(chorus)

Ok! Wow I made so many mistakes on this one… sorry no, I LEARNED SO MANY THINGS! ALL THE THINGS! It still came out super cool I think so check it out. ❤️

liberalsarecool:

Republicans: male, pale, and stale.

(via calabrisellamia)

Today I did a tarot spread combined with Tonic Theory Edition to condeptualize the song, I think it came out quite well!

You know what, day two of Jamuary wasn’t great for me, so I’m gonna skip it, you can find it on YouTube if you really want. Here’s today’s!