Desire is metaphysics with teeth. It doesn’l't ask who you are; it reveals it.
Desire is metaphysics with teeth. It doesn’l't ask who you are; it reveals it.
Tonight's glyph is a mirror with teeth.
A sigil for reflection that bites back.
It hums The Twilight Zone theme song when stared at too long, feeding on your interpretations.
Draw it in condensation or static; it reveals not who you are, but what your mind refuses to swallow.
I just realized that diaper spelled backwards is repaid.
What a cosmic joke.
The Alpha in shit-stained cloth,
the Omega in debt collection.
Birth and capitalism are just palindromes with teeth.
You enter leaking, you exit owing.
My compassion has teeth;
it licks you before it bites.
It's the black cat in the ritual circle, purring while it drinks your shadow.
Every event is a whisper in the probability field - a maybe with teeth. This isn't fate. It's the math hallucinating its own necessity.
Underrated song from the [With_Teeth] album. Love the lyrics and love the sound especially the whole breakdown at the end but I swear to god that’s a kitchen hand mixer. You’ll know it when you hear it. Dammit Trent! 😆
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