S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I

Follow us on Twitter- @NightWorldPod Email us @[email protected] S1 ep 24- CORPUS: LEFT ARM PART I Zaf- Baby I can't get you to get me down. (Wait atleast 5 seconds) Your face hit the pavement, didn't it? >PAUSE Eh, it did. You require some frozen peas or sumthin'? Wait, I got a frozen lamb shank, serves the same purpose, you in? A sullen face with pursed lips tight as an abalone's shell, existed at a slope. We've all had our chin down at a point or another. Do you recognize pain as a prolific player. Lifeless inhabiting life, a weird occupant. You want the sun the moon rise You can't get low you bat eyes Fuck would I bring it If couldn't mean it You talking the meanest But walking the leanest Thank God for adidas And all of these sneakers They lift you from creature Asend you to speaker Zaf- Baby I can't get you to get me down. He took up trails, things he thought perhaps were bequeathed to and saved for The Whites, the more economically fluid, are them folks one in the same? It seem that way, don't it. He spent three days relegated to tubes and wires, a man with life forced to imitate the lifeless things, objects. The thing about life as many note is we use our own lives as currency to accumulate objects, at some point in this exchange we evolve to things. So there he was wired up, held captive by the beeps, atleast they signaled life, his life, he was still in it. Arv- I fight for a shot at the morning Do you what you do I can't call it Metronomes Telephones Held from home How I get this low Define it Align with The lines that Sit in my veins The blood gonna stain Watch how you stick it A fatty liver The facts in the mirror Spell out Just give up Zaf- He took up trails, things he thought were saved for retirement. He took up trails, things he thought were kept for those blessed with leisure. He took up trails, things he thought existed for those who had reasons to exist. Innit true that existence within itself is reason enough to perpetuate life to the extent of control and will? It is true that depression plagues will? If the backdrop was sunshine and fields of lavander we would actively disinherit bad juju. Often we find ourselves dwelling under the watchful eyes of facades those austere things inhabit many forms- buildings, people, institutions, groups, the animate, the inanimate. Does gaze equate to pressure? Everyone and everything is subject to observation, even the isolated; he looked upon himself, perhaps God observed him. Arv- These hands these feet These pants on me My anger beast We can't go eat On self You yell All hell Who be looking I can't know Plus the hold Getting more I empty my store And beckon these doors To open up more I need me some space I need me a chance Look at my race Where'd you think that I'd land? Head preaching gospel Don't let him talk more All of it awful Don't you go waffle Be sure of your man's Who got your plans Know where you stand. Zaf- Action does not always mirror intent and that is where mishaps dwell. He wasn't really sure where he stood, or who he stood under. Being a shadow is taxing, it means you are a fragment of a whole, it means you are a pice of the identity in some insignificant way, but never the identifier. Bitch you was almost in a coma, you made the decision to give your self to awareness, to live under the lamp of of consciousness, bitch you was almost in a coma what kind of hell would that have...