That's all I've got at the moment. A working title for a concept that needs expansion. It occurred to me, in the vacuum of my mind, that I'd settle for that being the level of communication that I'm seeking to achieve. Subtle enough to be non-invasive, but kind of entering your consciousness in a roundabout way.
You feel me? Like music, with or without words, I want to work on you in a hypnotic manner, to make you buy into whatever it is I'm selling. Mystery? Magic? A fish fry? Yeah, baby.
Let it be said, that I never said a single thing I didn't mean. Unless I meant to not mean it, you know what I mean? Man? I'm not tryin' to be mean, just me.
What can I say that hasn't already been said? So why not just invite you to crawl inside my head? And listen to the birds and squirrels instead? Or just beam out a pure tone vibration, colored purple?
I'm a poet who never wrote a verse, a guitarist who never learned a lick. A open mike comedian who's deathly afraid of public speaking, coming to you live, from you know not where. Perhaps a radio, tuned and playing audio on sub-perceptible frequencies, like wi-fi, invisible but permeating everything around you. Within you, without you. Om mani pad me om. A hyper-chromium infusion, a mesmerizing laser-strobe light show in the periphery of your vision.
Yeah, ok, beam me up already. Can't you see I've been waiting here forever?
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