Some days, are just like this.
Symmetrics aren’t all they’re cracked up to be. There is real beauty, true beauty, weighed beauty placed in the ‘mistake.’ For it is the ‘mistake’ that births life a new beginning.
I see you, in the skin of your mistake. I see you, and I think you are beautiful.
Yes. Even droplets of water are utterly, remarkably, irresistibly gorgeous. I’d like to lick that.
To JUST write music. To be in search of the golden ticket, the fame frenzy, the bent light bent on breaking backs…does not interest me.
PASSION, in its truest/most honest/most I give a fuck form, is not a joke. PASSION carries nations into war. PASSION takes them out. PASSION shoots the man (right there in that red pulp of a heart-zone) that cheated, PASSION saves the child beneath the bulky car.
It is extreme. It is loud. And it can change the world.
I hold passion. And I’m not a joke.
And within this gift of polarity, lies the REAL golden ticket, the REAL frenzy, the ILLUMINATED MIND working willingly with THE ILLUMINATED HEART in conjunction with INFINITE INTUITION.
Do I sound like a spiritual guru? Don’t worry, I’m eating an oreo.
And it’s just like that. Connectedness. The domino effect. One by one by one by three by three hundred by eleven thousand by a million by five billion…bulb by bulb by bulb…
And suddenly humanity is awake.
(Hello Humanity. Do you know that I see you? Oh yes, I’ve seen you for so very long. The precious stockings of your slumber, your snorts and kitty breathes, resting your brain on that 99 cent pillow, it’s no wonder you have such a headache).
And it is in this awakedness, this wide-eyed age of Aquarius (mmmhmm, it’s coming, it’s been coming, humanity as humanitarians, what DO you know) that we find the REAL reason to play the HELL out of music.
What better way to spawn a peaceable revolution but with the words of a poem, and the sounds of a sweet, sweet song.
Dear sleepyheads, I’m uh-comin’ for ya’.
-Ciscandra Nostalghia
It’s true. I am on Tumblr.
And
It’s true, this is the cover of the E.P.
And
It’s also true that, giving a proper listen to the E.P in headphones, completely immersing yourself in its world of twenty-minute-time would make me a very happy girl.
And
Guess what?
What.
…There’s more coming.
(If I could be anything in the world, I would be a Kitty Snake)
