Triangle Kitty (graphite extended mix) / audio track

Triangle Kitty is an audio track I put together about a year ago, essentially it is electronic music set to a reading of "graphite", extended with new lyrics. Graphite is already posted, but I have re-posted it in this work to provide for lyrics to accompany the audio track. The link to the audio material is at the end of this page, on with the show ...

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I have a metal cereal waste libido breakfast
time and trance again,
porcelain drool is on the floor...
 
I can't recall the room.
Lights and clouds of stale morning images
I'll be an after thought,
an upright, photo worthy ape
of complicated nature
just for one day  
we can be paranoid about waiting all day
just for one second
 
Time loses character over the dust of evaporated verse
Right twisted, standing hairpins on the wall...
 
we could be mammals, and I'll hack songs all the time...
there could be crowds, cringing dental soldier
there could be lovers across the bend ...
 
someday we could live in newsprint reels,
a wound cotton cellar,  
constrained to hear some worried reason
from outside the bleeding apocalypse in the corner.
 
Not to fight or fuck until the forecast,
... no seizures in the Champagne room.

Some day we could re-assemble  
those old words and picture postcards,
obligated to the eventuality of a botched lobotomy.
Inspired by spilled drinks and... sex dungeons,
 
not to smoke until it's casual,
on the run from the government again.
This will warp your mind ...
welcome to the triangle channel
 
A cement doll by the morgue window,
tinfoil kidneys / cardboard bones.
Time is left to indecision,
God is on the telephone.
 
wayward roller skating scurvy
orange teeth in saint Paul's blender.
A new truth frothing at the mouth
the crash before the bender...
 
gold lining on the lead paint breakfast,
drinking down the last collection.
you've lost control before,
you've lost the point of view's regression.
 
a blind state of oblivion,
a drink to feed the tumor,
cotton fever setting in...
the cold sweats of new humor.
 
the wailing expression  
collided with faith's response
... the church claimed dominion  
over the void and her promises ...
nothing written down on lost cause script  
can cure this rust...
 
safety protests and useful redemption.
the forests of Eden pounded into a birth certificate
of a sexually non threatening antichrist  
and his caffeine drive through Nirvana.
A pale wind washes out a sunset.
dogmatic scraps of freeze-dried crucifix /
repeat the damage with new orgies of regret.
dissolved host in my whiskey and cola,
vomit on the gates of heaven.
 
driver spins out of control,  
the AM radio hisses backwards.
the destination flashes by the mind in gusts of red paint.

Last words are a salad of regret and nonsense
to the pale blue night.
 
https://soundcloud.com/jc-luff/triangle-kitty