‘The Past is Grotesque Animal ‘— Of Montreal
The cast of my past
siphons through the seams of my dreams
to haunt & taunt
me
At night demons of ancient history
molest my unconscious feelings
for their wicked pleasure
clawing at my morals & biology
with insults & arguments about obligations to family
for making true on promises of leaving the old reality
for making true on self made promises
of getting out with providence, Pray Luck & Prominence
& through the thin layer of space-time
i expel their hatred for me through rhythm & rhyme
i wish them the best for what’s left of the rest
& turn my gaze west
to the setting of a last dusk
& see the bravado of a toothless tusk
who will never find me while living in the great Musk
So farewell & so long, old foes
thanks for cuming
thanks for the embroes
that’s how this story goes
now get the fuck out
before I summon the wrath of the Pharos
Wanna lace a working artist’s palm? Just clap. NV
