06. One More Hour On The Cycle Bike.

I'm not obsessed with you; I'm just studying occultism and your name keeps coming up. I am sort of obsessed with this craft, The occult a magic of passion, desire, intention Intuition, and of course Enamour and illusion You, are, sir– Perhaps the most fascinating aspect to have happened of it yet And I find that all long, The answers to the question I never asked were there Just as i had focused them, –and without ever having to Do you fear me? Should I? You did before. But–should I now? Be careful of your hands And of your gaze– be cautious of your path, And know your grounds The whispers that you keep, Aren't all your own The voices in your head Are all as one Acting on behalf of one another I buried all the love I had under my throat Dressed in a leather jacket Poetry beyond awul, Not nonsense, perhaps , Just nothing more coming “We Are Ceasing All Further Communication by Exterior Motifs Until Further Notice.” Hm. ‘Motif' These guys really don't speak english. No, they really don't. {Enter The Multiverse} [The Festival Project.™] COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©