HUMAN, misogynistic vision rotating canvas depicting this pretty picture not meant to fixate no words to speak utter, stutter, mutter not a thought but a sound mic check doctor, doctor! she has stopped breathing & is lying on the ground SPIRIT, vehement mystery spiraling pleas whispering antics forgetting everything, but craving this natural drug like this.. greed filled record player skipping crackling antagonizing laughing silent vision doctor, doctor, I believe she’s fallen’ a flat line!
eternal fortitude creeps solitude within hours days, minutes overshadowed with this perplexed conversation perfect irritation complex encounters & looky-loo judgmental stare strangers passing by, dazed eyes confused who are we again? Does it even matter? Why should it matter?
“And here she lays with an open mind blocked heart knife to the idea of, gun to the mere thought of a theoretically kept mindset throw this out throw me out doc, I call it 3:14am – this version of sheena lee snyder is dead”
D E A D D E A D D E A D F R E E
Inspiration : sunset meets sunrise, 3 hours too late listening to : the universe time : 8:47pm, Sunday evening, alone in my studio