AC Church

I swim through if I can say so. Or I swim over. I try to get over and move on, but blue water of memories holds me back; it won’t let me move as quickly as I can. This blue water is not that dangerous. It's just the way this life is. I have always wanted to get all but not less than all of, at once. I am learning patience. This bitch is hard to seduce. But I’ll be patient to seduce patience. I’m a hell of a lover and heart eater, bahaha! And I’m so tired of this pain, so sick and tired. Today a woman told me to let the pain go. She told me I’ve had enough of it and it’s time to just let it go. Stop making love to this pain. It’s like a headache – my eternal lover chasing me my whole life, my special painful lover – it makes me sick, crazy and fulfills me with something unexplainably awful and sacred at the same time. These blue waters I’m in sound like a psychedelic medicine found in an unexpected place. The sounds of water are like a cosmic head sex – so soft and gentle. Headache won’t go away but it keeps silent while I listen to this psychedelic noise wall of sounds which are so cheerful that I’m ready to start hallucinating and ejaculating with painful smiley memories and pink sperm of some kind of forced joy. I’m in a liquid church of ignorance towards all kinds of pain and stresses. I’m on an abandoned deck of a white liner exploring the unknown great spaces of getting over and getting stronger. I look at the skies with distrust growing real trust inside me. My heart is being caressed by the sound waves of AC Church. And I look ahead though something still holds me back. But…

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Bandcamp: https://acchurch.bandcamp.com/releases