Pareidolia Pariadolia Fascinating psychological phenomena Pareidolia Pariedolia confirmation bias and apophenia When you think you saw the windigo Or a ghost Or you thought you saw Mary in a piece or toast It’s your mind playing tricks on you We can’t help but see faces and animals too because We used to hunt animals, and look for faces who were maybe hunting us! Frost and dust create random patterns They are just a roll of the dice But brains can’t help but connect So we see horses and castles In clouds and cracks in the ice its the face on mars, the man in the moon, the voice in the brook, all of the time its a delusion there's no revelation no need to alert the police station Early man couldn’t understand why Some carrots look like sex organs So people read tea leaves and bones to ward off the dragons It’s why your dumpling looks like a manatee. Its responsible for chupacabra and the yeti and the Loch Ness monster, myths and fairies the genre of fantasy. And the gambler’s fallacy Ghost keepers and cryptozoology Pareidolia Pariedolia Fascinating psychological phenomena Pareidolia Pariedolia confirmation bias and apophenia

Our village has endured drought and plague We’ve lost our route we can’t find the way Children are disappearing The crops are all dying We can’t summon faith though we all have been trying The mountain’s been rumbling; the sounds are uncommon We must investigate aberrant phenomena What’s required is a team to join forces To set events back on more reasonable courses Take this special vial of elixir If someone gets hurt maybe it will fix her this ancient glowing sword could be used to dismember Someone used it long ago, none of us can remember Our little band will have to be brave As we climb down these lines in the mouth of cave Odds are insurmountable Perils uncountable Its inscrutable, it’s impossible, Don’t exaggerate, you’ve no sense of fun Can we use the sword introduced in act one? There’s an eerie glow below, time to descend Please tell my mother i was loyal til the end “Don’t exaggerate you have no sense of fun!” “could we use the sword introduced in act 1?” Someone shut up the bard: this is no time for jokes! The shuddering implies the monster has woke The compass is trippin' going in all directions The cosmos is rippin': an entity emerging The electromagnetic sensors are surging The barometer dropped and the damn thing exploded Turned to dust in my hand The geiger counter corroded We’re about to be nailed Can’t keep up with demand Technology has failed us: This is our last stand! I’ve been asleep for a century; you can’t censure me, All this cabal is indentured to me you can’t contain me: detain me: I’m bustin' free This plane is fertile, I’ve arrived hungry That puny Cthulhu’s got nothing on me! I’m unknowable untouchable I’m beyond reproach: complete annihilation for all who approach, no hocus pocus: you little ants, you little roaches, the locusts emerge from the locus: so focus! Step aside that insecticide I cannot be defeated Time to reveal what the cultists have seeded I’m collecting the interest from millennia past The reaping is here and the scale is vast insignificant efforts are totally whack Your entire planet is only a snack

Nice house, nice car, nice job but Can you be nice? Did you treat someone kind today did you, have to think twice Nice suit nice shoes nice tie but, do you have fun Is there joy in your heart anymore do you Love anyone. Always hustlin, fussing and bustling Gotta move ass Do you smell flowers in the park do you Roll in the grass, If you get a visit from a hummingbird It’s a good day in the neighborhood IF you get to see a lightning bug Well that’s the forest sprites givin you a hug. You’re more than shopper, little grasshopper Have a sense of humor You’re more than a consumer Well that’s a humdinger, rumspringa Take a hike little tyke Watch the sunset, Greta, you’ve barely even blossomed yet. The futures unwritten Jugendlichen enjoy a stroll wandervogel don’t be selfish that’s tacky, Pick up the slack, Karmas got your back, so be sweet to every life form you meet, it’s a treat to be breathin, little heathen, have patience, grant agency to the ancients, when your mind is racin' meditation solves the equation. you got a ride on this earth, It’s seems there’s a dearth of niceness Treating others with respect is priceless Don’t stereotype don’t profile don’t undervalue kindness it’s always in style

You needn’t be another reason not to trust again The great script doctor knows i have had plenty of those A great many chances in which to learn lessons, I’ve learned to be suspicious, and always ask questions. Suddenly my life starts to look like a one way street If i don’t turn back there will be no chance to retreat And the greatest of commitments is tugging at my pants Its time to take a turn for things it’s time to take a stance Wake up and smell the wax That is pouring from the smoke stacks. You won’t stand a chance with just your fists Its dangerous to go alone take this Sometimes it all reminds you of a story One you read… in an attic.. As a child Or that time you slept drunk under a neon light and Dreamed 36 dreams In the course of one night. Our ups and downs are like the ebbing tides Who’s powerful one day is the next eaten by flies We cling to an illusion of control in our lives as the tragedy of one man’s grief Is another's hilarity, thanks for the comic relief… We’re laughing through our teeth… Sometimes it all reminds you of a story One that repeats itself, that's the part that i’m ignoring Most metaphysics I find kinda boring But the proposal of a great playwright Its starting to gain popularity It might prove to be right. I wished and tricked just like the cricket recommended I’ve stumbled, dissed and tripped into the darkness i’ve descended Everything has been amiss, Since the tea party upended. Why am I so vicious? As if you didn’t know it Seems every days a one act play by some malicious poet There’s no reason to scold me I tried to use the force just like the little guy told me.

I’m so grateful for the food, that comes from so far we don’t even know And I’ve left hairs and skin cells everywhere I go Be grateful for the pain, those feelings will soon fade Every stain on your clothes Represents some food you ate or art you made I want to live where I don’t need a bike lock And I can go a week without seeing a clock I want to live where you don’t need an alarm clock and you can take a walk down to the dock I like to draw boats And I like to pet goats. I like to draw maps I like to take naps I’m grateful for my friends: their value is uncalculated I’m grateful for my thoughts though I wish they were less complicated… I’ve seen the busy cities, so wild with light pollution But I prefer the quiet places, better suited to my constitution. I want to live where I don’t need a bike lock, And I can go a week without seeing a clock I want to live where you won’t head a car alarm and no one Sets off fireworks on your block. I like to feel good I like to chop wood I like to cook meals I like to feel feels The sound of the surf The sounds of the birds Away from the bars Away from the cars

I’ve been walking from town to town Trying to keep my spirits up though all the chips are down I’m grateful for the trees that sprout I’m glad to see them grow Thinking of the dogs I knew two or three towns ago Some folks they have skeletons in their closets, so I hear But I don’t have a closet so I’m free and in the clear I just have these friendly demons who follow me around They are as good company as any I have found The devil is a creepy one In the dark he sneaks All you singing demons sing me to sleep As the demons follow me Everywhere I roam They bring me little fruits and cakes And anything they can find When I leave this world cut some flowers down for me Put em on a preacher’s door and tell him they’re from me All that fire and brimstone crap the devil has got a ton For all the sound and fury, He never harmed me none The devil is a sneaky one In the dark he creeps Avast ye singing demons sing me to sleep The devil is a sneaky one In the dark he creeps Avast ye singing demons sing me to sleep

Love is a thing we all seek The blessings of friendship and good company even dictators love their family (And even murderers suckled on the teat) (Geniuses sat in their own pee) Loss is a thing we all must endure if you’re rich as a king If you’re poor The loss of loved ones humbles us all That’s why the hero’s journey includes a fall he loses a mentor, suffers a wound Before he can come home and share his boon Let me ruminate about the suffering we face While the sky is falling We try to say grace The tragedies they come at a dizzying pace Why do the fates gotta take loved one’s from me The weavers weave some loss into the tapestry Muster your efforts its time to perform Do what you can to whether the storm Tie 6 orphans to yourself as the flood waters rise Have them sing a hymn over the other children’s cries I believe ghosts are totally real The dead influence us in ways we can feel They paced these boards, they walked these streets they saw the same moon rise, they hit the same beats. Ghosts wrote our laws, they’re in history books They glare at us from monuments the imperialist crooks. I’m excited to see those bastards come down Topple the symbol burn it to the ground! Love the ones you’re with while they are still alive They say the body keeps the score Well so does the bloodline When I say collective you say trauma All of that guilt and all of that drama Collective TRAUMA collective Trauma You’re the most recent issue, the current edition The updated version seeking contrition All that pain makes an interesting story When I say memento: you say Mori When I say heart, you say ACHE Heart ACHE! HEART ACHE This mortal coil we all will shake Coil Shake The years begin racing and they pummel at your heart With weddings and funerals you can’t tell apart You’re a collection of atoms that knows its a collection of atoms enjoy a walk among the atoms To watch the atoms set and the atoms rise And enjoy a cool glass of atoms You turned some atoms it made your atoms start You manipulated some atoms and it broke a heart Step through the absence of atoms after turning a knob You influenced some atoms and they called it a job’ Though you had anxiety you’d do it all wrong You manipulated atoms and they called it a song Out of all the atoms who have ever existed or were known This collection raps and has imposter syndrome Atoms make up everything you’ll ever hear or see I guess that’s why they call it the Addams family. One thing is certain death is the end its the final curtain you can’t be ready, when its time to die You’ll want more sunsets you’ll want more time the gates will open To the final formal Its going to happen to all of us there’s nothing more normal You’ll give up the ghost, you’ll push daisies you’ll croak But the memories of you will linger and last Like you remembered friends and lovers who past Those scribbles on the cave wall That you inscribed, that’s the proof That you occupied time And we never get see all that we seek But some babies are taken before they learn to speak If you have the opportunity to learn and to make Be grateful for your little slice of universe cake Don’t complain there’s not enough icing Just a warm bowl of rice? That's fucking enticing! Bless us and grant us grace As we hurl on a fragile wet rock in space we are so lucky Its incredible That we have a planet that’s inhabitable don’t be passively grateful: shout it: Demand it When I say inhabitable you say planet inhabitable PLANET INHABITABLE PLANET

Where Did you go Lost you at the reggae show. Under the needle, you were anointed. Everybody waved When Xavier Rudd played But I was disappointed When will we know What the ancients always knew There can be no atheists in foxholes And there is no such thing as sin. How could you turn down so much pleasure? How could you turn down so much laughter? You’ll keep on dreaming but it Will not be with me Wandering lonely led us to find you. Find you find you woah When will we see In the ancient libraries What the disciples wrote down Why do we fight In the day and in the night For what the oracle has shown My name is Kali, destroyer of worlds, worlds worlds woah

Read Children’s Literature Read old books, its telepathy from beyond the grave: People can speak And their timeless wisdom can help you cope And see that we really are in the same boat As explorers and peasants and revolutionary dreamers. Accountants and lawyers should step up and take note Farmers and soldiers sacrificed hopes So you can sit in an office building and mope read children’s literature Is better than you remember At least that’s what I postulate Provided it’s secular With scholarly evidence we can opine An escape into fantasy is not a waste of time Some of us are blessed with paracosms Others have a noisy chorus and yearn for loneliness. Some take meds to silence voices in their heads While others cash royalty checks and turn down offers, what a flex Monetizing creativity can be an exhausting mess Remember those pros you admire had a team of assistants Let’s not romanticize mental illness Or forgive abusers cuz their work was a success. But let’s acknowledge those whose reach is immense Influenced the zeitgeist: sculpting reality Milk the canon and skim off the cream It seems some folks are able to live the dream Fighting off the writers block no starving artist period, a comeback, redeemed! Robert Louis Stevenson Had Lilliputian hallucinations He said I just write down what the little people show Did he have ghosts for ghostwriters? More likely Charles Bonnet syndrome Paranormal situations can have mundane explanations The little prince who lived on a tiny star Was he a desperate reaction to a traumatic situation Nearly every culture has stories of elves or goblins Another incarnation of avatar. You can hear a synopsis tuning in to NPR The novelist Dostoykesky suffered from epilepsy But some of his fits threw him into ecstasy “A happiness unthinkable Completely unimaginable I am then in perfect universal harmony” This led to a feeling of complete serenity Doesn’t sound too bad to me If we trust Fyodor’s testimony Does it shatter the illusion to see Inspiration for a beautiful sonata Could be hyper-activation of the Medula oblongata (Actually, the anterior insula) Reading books is the closest you’ll get to telepathy your chance at someone else’s fantasy Buy a ticket, a ride through their head They could be from a different continent they could even be dead When fandoms and franchises balloon out vast There’s no way to know how long their influence will last As their thoughts are thought by others long after they have died We all say stuff that Shakespeare codified You’ll find connections with the streams you have floated Down the rabbit hole or on the yellow brick road. Queer coded villains Queer coded villains are everyplace I want the evil lady to step on my face Queer coded villains are the hot mess Who want to cause unrest while they look fabulous They just want to see the world burn I was bullied as a child, now its your turn We all want to root for the underdog We all wanna be Anansi and we’re Bugs Bunny And use our guile to outwit the dummy Being sneaky in the speakeasy While flappers smoke long cigarettes and twinks drink martini’s A villain is usually an outsider Who uses cunning like a spider It’s optional to wear winged eyeliner. Why does Blofeild love his cat? Why do antagonists talk like that? Dracula is a sex symbol There is glamour in evil its flamboyant and fashionable Why do the queer get lumped in with villainy? Because they are a threat to the traditional family? Is the prototype Gilles de Rais or Elizabeth bathory? The catholic league put their foot down Their influence could corrupt our youth! Using sex to get what you want is uncouth they banned homosexuality in film But creators sneaked them in If these characters get killed You’re not endorsing hedonism Colorful figures stand out amongst the grays But they have to be punished so “bury your gays” The gloating villain reads the hero while he’s bound and struggling ok, We get the S and M reference you don’t have to keep insisting Dr Frankenstein and his assistant bringing life to a golem Because neither of them have a womb or can provide an ovum But it winds up perverse, what a curse he just wants a mate But she rejects him and hisses, what a fate. Have you ever seen a benevolent queen, uh no! Wealth is evil and symbols of wealth are totally homo If you can afford a mirror or a harpsichord: You’re a bourgeois pest who has got to go anti-wealth propaganda from German fairy tales Survived and thrived in the films of Disney So we get Cruella Deville Listening to classical music while she kills little puppies If there were no sexual tension it wouldn’t be as interesting Joker taunts and flirts with batman as the clock is ticking but The ultimate queer baddy of them all is The beautiful Lucifer who took a fall And would rather rule below than serve in heaven NOOOO So should we all be satanists And pursue perversity like its nummy bacon bits If we are grateful that free will exists? America loves a criminal Hero Like Billy the Kid or Han Solo We owe our existence to some snotty brats Who said, “authority figure: NO!” Like everyone else on this list The truth is Satan doesn’t exist Metaphors can be interesting And fantasy can be entertaining Don’t blame him for problems Or the vices we love and their temptations Like earthquakes and plagues gentrification making your rent raise Is the greed of selfish men There aren’t evil mystical forces at play the real queer coded villains were the friends we made along the way

why do we way our imagination got away with us its like it holds us hostage I can't slow down the bus i can't relax, i can't believe facts and i don't dare try and trust Why do we say the phrase it worked like a dream is that what it's like for other folks? my nightmares don't have any practicality but some times they do give me nonsensical jokes What is your Dream job? I don't dream about labor not to come off as a snob but in my ideal scenario: i'm not getting robbed. My dreams are where I can eat and take as many crazy drugs as I please you're all invited to wear silly costumes to my wake eat unhealthy food and frolic just for frivolity's sake don't get caught Have a drop its only a gram, its only a drachm This outdated glam It a total sham those glamorous stills They still gives me chills Don’t let them catch you quick here Swallow these pills Its only a morsel Just a thread from the fringe Don’t come unhinged just a pinch, just a tinge Just a sniff of the stuff Is enough to transform you Its powerful stuff! Made a huge impression on me as a kid Its the runaway Id Its shocking and scary a release valve for our anxiety Catharsis a sparse sip of black comedy. The beast is transformed He’s forded the river He’s coming ashore There’s a scratch on the floor There’s a knock on the door Behind the pillar is hiding the killer inhaling the vapors The gumshoe capers Have you heard the good word? I feel totally cured you can be assured Its the ego unmoored! So my devil girl and I are goin steady she takes an eternity to get ready gotta wait with her family in the study and they're all wearing matching hoodies and I half expect kids to come asking for goodies finally she comes down the stairs with a long black dress and snakes in her hair they all start to chant while they lower the curtains aren't we going out though? i made reservations they light some candles aw that's sweet...oh wait! You're going to sacrifice ME? This was a honeypot? That's unexpected. I object to your demented method ok guys, this isn't funny you couldn't get the same effect with a goat or a bunny? thought I was just puttin' together some rhymes i didn't know i was in a horror film this whole time

it's a shame, its a cosmic joke and it sucks the best place in the universe to smoke is in the rain when you're waiting for a bus. The cars drive by, they slosh you feel like sock in the wash, the no smoking sign mocks in your little glass box damn those old charming rogues in black and white shows who make smoking look so in vogue like a private eye waiting for a dame but theres no Jane or Elane no loarelei or Lorrane and theres no relief but company would ease would be a welcome refrain release it seems the best place to take a drag and let out smoke slow would be the corner bus stop at 7th and Monroe but i dont even smoke, it would just be for show and its against the arbitrary rules on the post as i stand waterlogged as a sponge in the sink admiration to the clouds, i do like to drink and without water, i couldn't even think this precipitation of immense quantification its the ocean its the mist the ancient dinosaur piss its dew drops doing backflips hydrogymnastics (its the earth goddess' jizz) from kilometers away to give your hat a wet kiss its crocodile tears its the ecosystems gears and lubricant every memory access synapse movement each cause and effect on this malcontent carries the nutrients from every root to every leaf, the blood flows the same whether its ecstasy or grief some say the best place to puff a cigarette is after intimate moments gleaming with sweat when the nerve cells connect a cool exhalation after release, capiche? i could use some distracting the anticipation of a lip interaction would be entrancing the storms got capacity respect its tenacity. every minute I spend at this bus station every thunderous exclamation triggers recollections and reverberations my brain needs a medium to access information and a thought stands out among the other distractions reflections refractions it isn't really some grand realization but it does make me smile and for that i've appreciation. i suppose some lucky so and sos spend more time having sex than they do waiting for public transportation