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NODE

by RUN OF LAVA

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1.
i try to control and evacuate all my cells ... to choose my bones i try to invoque the spirits in order not to feel choke cry. in your eyes there is blood trying to resolve all the mysterious links wich are attaching me the chains cannot be broken there is an invisible power petal begins to open the toxic color is connecting each elements creates unseperable links trying to make a shape with the liquid in the air trying to regulate and to understand what it is fake when there' s frustration to bear the burden... a jail of connections
2.
suspended in a box with a changeable gravitation a factor, a stimulation wich blur the consciousness suspended by the neck (unstable) suspended by the neck (unstable rope) when the fist reaches the wall to mitigate the reliefs it creates bumps in the other side when the signs are against the choice there is a tension, an oscillation there are different attractions to have to find with a balance now this is a system to paralyze your brain every commitments implies a contradiction
3.
a growing pression is imposed without a good floor construction will implose when will i push the trigger? when will i push? there' s two sides on the picture an obligation to be blind the most beautiful cage is born the foots are going to take roots on the floor is it a poison flowing on the bones? when will i push the trigger? to lead the machines on the walls ...afraid to loose control the radiation of the door, disturb the choice helps the voice, closes the bolt, strokes the senses the head is bouncing, we have to hide the blood to limit the damage of a vicious circle
4.
In search of a device to regulate the colors of reflections nothing is inert, nothing is sure each target leads to an other one a balance inside the rules and for its perceptions a control a storm to justify the actions and to create something wich seems to be real and right doubt is just destroyed by the dead the fear of the different modes seems to show spirits and numbers the future is the shadow connected, linked, and the the skeleton of system is behind the glass articulations, unstable pressure creates a lack of transmission
5.
a link prevents the movments frustrations are blooming it' s a frame, a system it' s an environnment to play a link in order to allow a right, wich is transformed into an obligation addiction. closed in a circle nourishing by what you possess and what possess you distances reduce and time accelerate a black light illuminate the world when you' re blind a reflection of pleasure pierces the mind acid flakes, caress the face, waiting for a sign...
6.
the flies turns around the bodies and the sand fall it begins to irritate the skin and the flesh speaks this screen can be seen by everybody images are projected upon souls creating a buckle of fear a blur in the exchange rule insects allowed the content to be seen stigmas are a proof appearence become a pierced roof to reject the symptoms of the time and trying to deny an infected mirror is the sign of what is absorbed
7.
Breath 03:43
a stream, a flood tide between environnment and soul swallowing the context you are a reflector it' s a choice or not, it could be a possession when there' s no control absorption, without rejection in a perpetual transformation, it' s impossible to inform alienation without creation some entities are coming in an energetic springs contamination/mutation then, an infected organ is spreading inhale exhale some connections between different fleshes and souls as a carnal exchange with a pleasure of the score some influences to win an universal congratulation the food of creation? (an action could lead to a reaction and the shit could be eaten abstract or concrete evolution some reasons to be here)
8.
run, run, run until you have a lot of possibilities choose divide and restrict yourself there' s no escape by going inside the funnel, you have to see the corrosive laughter the time grazes the skin and there are golden stitches a construction made by tears it' s a bitter taste of a victory the comfort of a complaint.. a gestation in pain disorder imposes to create systems
9.
Time has to be licked a taste defines the passage something not to see with eyes in a cage but the device could be a vice but their shining eyes could burn yours could burn your flesh blind, alive at the same time but the scene could turn to fire with a threatening weather rain could put out the fire alive, burn then flooded brain is in disorder something as the end? conditionned by what makes us human attracted by an illusory land even if all could be virtual and lie all explode in order to feel better feel the storm attacking your nerves all experiences, and all the actions seems to be just a picture feel the storm could burn your flesh
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SIGN 02:38
A flame a picture to create a spark in the soul a reason to say a word a signal triggering off existence it reflects the darkness in an other context fire exults creates arguments for a state of conscioussness experiences become food for the signs to grow experiences become ... abstracts signs, now no satisfaction in a gloomy grotto without an apparent wall the taste has to take a shape it comes for connexion with the world codes and rules to express but, maybe to reduce an abstraction in a hole without a wall fire exults creates arguments for a state of conscioussness

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released March 31, 2012

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