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The Wellness Institute

by klangmoss

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1.
Not Them 03:22
2.
Screen 03:28
There she is Her nuances – fascinating All others on my film are interesting enough, but she is… Different… so… Consuming Turn Turn again Allow the breeze to catch your hair You’re so extraordinary I know you recognised me yesterday in the street Didn’t you? You can fathom something more When you study from afar Our learned ones aren’t smart They’re just not emotionally involved A smear distorts the image and morphs beauty into distaste Need to keep the image clear, clean, and wholesome Just for now I’ll float on by Watch the film of you roll by Meandering throughout the plain Of vastness deep and without name No more consumed, now I’m free Translucent sights beguiling me No delusions of clarity Just the way truth’s meant to be Vaguely now this world of yours is made known by its semaphores No longer bound by my room’s four walls, together now, I’m truly yours
3.
Hunting 04:41
4.
Behind/Below 04:15
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Species 02:41
Seminal elite The great meet and greet To hold private witness to worth Eradicate, delete Those with heavy feet It’s just some well earned mirth Several spectacular specimens from the selected sample of the homo sapien species sit and slither serpentinely on seats of smooth steel, sipping seductively on goblets of silver, smiling to their spectacular selves. Severed hand, messy hand, this one in another land Blown away, while I sway, wind and breeze now falls away Breezy breeze, make them freeze, another call, another tease Fairly new, then he threw, all the worlds both old and new Tickle, fickle, snicker, bicker, don't hold down the muster pack The muster pack, with hairy back, throws it in and cuts the slack Follow, fallow, fall away The reds, the oranges, blacks, and blues Sprawling wide, the many hues The deep blood of the red land Spilled Covered up Swallowed up Then used to paint the land The walls This hive and that hive Every busy noisy bee inside this hive will stay alive Send them in, send them in, send them in and sacrifice the lot Send them in while the poster grins They don't care as long as the heaving mass will rot Send the germs in, send the germs in, send the germs in and lay to waste the lot A smile on a dying face as the earthly cares finally amount to naught Tilled fields Rolling fields Narrow roads all wet The horizon the steeples The invisible peoples The ones we never met Bronzed eyes are staring back Hairy four-legged king Be-stilled but wary of attack But all the while we sing My squeaky shoe sounds like a laugh
6.
in hortum 02:09
7.
Maybe 04:34
Hello? Hey Oh hey. Yeah, look, I'm sorry that I lied. I'm sorry that I laughed when you got hurt. I'm sorry that I made you cry. I'm sorry that I tore my shirt. I'm sorry that I thought unkind thoughts about that guy over there. I'm sorry that I swore. I'm sorry that I took the last biscuit. I'm sorry i'm a bore. I'm sorry that I scolded the cat and then kicked it. I'm sorry that when I lost at cards I said you didn't play fair. I'm sorry that I chew noisily. I'm sorry that I laugh annoyingly. I'm sorry I read your email. I'm sorry you had a bad day. I'm sorry I don't like the same things you do. Im sorry I missed the bus. I'm sorry you missed the bus. I'm sorry I don't make a fuss. I'm sorry that I make a fuss. I'm sorry that you hurt yourself even though I wasn't there. I'm sorry that your pet died, your friend died, your favourite celebrity died. I'm sorry for world hunger, for racism, for the famine, for the pestilence, the black plague. I'm sorry for sectarian violence, for religion in general and disease. Maybe I should laugh Maybe I should scowl Maybe I should seem non-fussed Maybe I should howl Maybe I should be sarcastic Maybe I should cry Maybe I should seem distant Maybe I should sigh Maybe I should just get up and take myself away Maybe I should do it discreetly I don't want to offend anyone Maybe I shouldn't care Of course I should, though Maybe I think Maybe I don't know I might just sit somewhere and look busy for a while Alright, I’ve got to go. Okay, seeya. Bye.
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9.
Kilenzick 04:11
Everything is bright Smithton is here Mr. Armstrong I am Smithton A southern cross star A pentagram A Star of David A communist star A star is a ball of flame But the flame is the point, not the shape The fire that burns within when we connect the image with the meaning This is Smithton We are here Please refer to me as “Kilenzick of the fields” for the time being. Zip lock bags, writing books, pictures, videos We are afraid to forget Or not wanting to let go Or wanting an escape always at our fingertips. Though sometimes we want to remember things the way that we want to Not necessarily the way the way they happened Actually We definitely only ever remember things the way we want to Even if we don’t realise it It’s human nature Our reality is what we believe it is A person who believes they are someone else Say an historical figure Who are we to say that they aren’t? If they firmly believe it, does it make it true? Can we escape what is considered ‘reality’ for something else? If we firmly and honestly believe it, we aren’t crazy We have achieved it “I am Gutenberg!” Okay, sure. Everything is dark now But that’s alright Sometimes that’s alright Sometimes we just need to sit in the dark
10.
senex 06:21
Old Mr Bowler Grown up and bolder Groaning old soldier Sewn up shoulder
11.

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released July 14, 2020

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