Breathing in the atmosphere with curious apostrophes in time,
Letting all the spheres of empty space align and generate a thought.
Information that’s intangible will manage till there’s no more line.
Selection’s electrifying lines of nothing and nothing’s a lot.
Smah Blah Koh
Put a donut in the ground and hurtle mostly hollows through the void
Hoping that the specks of matter frighten action on a blinder plane.
Gawk at all the empties on a rollercoaster looking so annoyed.
Nothing making nothing heavier and levying the causal chain.
Nah gin head, nah gin arms.
O shit, it’s tenth-dimensional Paul McCartney. Fuck.