Part One: All My Pretty Trash

Horse bit in
Teeth clenched
The rake of nerves makes lines
down my spine
Subtle sickness
I will break you, break you, break you
Broken mirror
Tireless snail
Nothing harms me like my head
Nothing comforts but my death
And you who are Saturnine
Will know the score melodiously
All movements gather six stages
The seventh brings return
The seventh brings return
the seventh brings return

Part Two: The Pussyflower Girl's Advice

You have believed too much in your mind's perceptions
and become imprisoned by these illusions
that seem real, but in fact all things are constantly changing, and evolving, and devolving, and therefore temporary.
Great beauty and endless love are all around you
and it is your own ability to connect and reflect with all of eternity that makes these gifts apparent.
The Transformer wore a coat of mirrors when yo first met, to remind you that everything you saw in him was a reflection of yourself.
We are all one.
We are all love.
Let us pluck your memory circuit, so you may see things as they truly are.
In absolute love, we will tear your dragons down.

Part Three: Transcending the Ghost

We are flowing, we are still.
We are becoming, we are unbecoming.
We are stars, we are blackness.
We are nothing, we are everything.
We are all that ever was and will ever be.
We are repeating, we are changing.
We are hating, we are loving.
We are living, we are dying.
We are creating, we are destroying.
We are the truth, we are the lie.
We are descending, ascending, transcending.
Transcendent, transcendent, transcendent.
We are on and on and on and on and on...