There is no heart here, No beat. Days in isolation Buttons fighting to keep us connected. It’s flat and one dimensional.here. These chats between us, From lungs sucking on stone. We go nowhere you an’ I In our false contentment, eternally frozen in glass tablets.
Something has gone awry Blood gushing from the temples Blood cloaks the air Something cracks the world and obliterates meaning Something consumes the blackness Thrumming, thrumming, and out of control.
The first thing I realized about being depressed is that you really think want to die. Of course you don’t, nobody ever really does but in that moment it is all you know, all you can think and all you can want. You have been turned unipolar, my friend, without perspective. Blind in the mind.
Miley Cyrus’ experimental project Miley Cyrus And Her Dead Petz was met with polarizing reactions from critics all over. That was enough to draw my attention to the project, I was curious about the nature of this album. I hadn’t heard anything about it from anyone I knew who listened to Miley Cyrus,… Continue reading Miley Cyrus And Her Dead Petz (Review)