https://ftyler.bandcamp.com/album/morphology “Shut up!” It wasn’t a gentle suggestion, and there were plenty of other words said that he immediately forgot about as they were. He was 4. He had a hard time adjusting to life behind a new set of eyes, which previously were naive but now understood. It wouldn’t occur to him until he…
https://ftyler.bandcamp.com/album/upending-the-culture He had already eaten the sun, and behind it was a trite eyeball. You know the whole deal, third eye, enlightenment, contrived platitudes regarding transcendence to another plane or whatever. It was the drugs again. Always the drugs. Cornelius used them as a way to explain his obviously superior intelligence, which he took seriously,…
https://ftyler.bandcamp.com/album/he-paid-the-wizard Brian Matthews had all but forgotten about the coffee he poured an hour ago. Lukewarm, no sugar, nothing at all to cut the bitterness save for a pinch of salt. This was a potion. What entranced him was the sky that morning, purple with the clouds filtering the dawn sunlight in a way he…
