[Intro] Warm. Eyes can’t look away. Something here that the body already knows. [Verse 1] Consciousness opening Before anything else Only the craving Only the wanting to love it The feeling rises in the mouth Soft Full Unavoidable [Chorus] Eyes stay here Nothing else holds The worship expands Deep Spiritual The whole body answers She loves through the sensation He expands through being loved Same moment Different colour Both true [Verse 2] Blindfold softens the edges World fades Only the mouth remains Warm Receiving The pure feeling Filling She loses the thought of losing Becomes the sensation itself Non-conceptual Praise without words [Bridge] Mind is a chipmunk Curious One-pointed Safe inside the feeling Body is the goddess And the devoted one At once Surface and underneath Both allowed Both felt [Verse 3] She still has her life But when the trigger comes The mind steps aside Body stays fully here Worshiping Loving Expanding His Or whoever is present All of it Because the pure seed is what the mouth wants And once the boundary is set She can’t help herself From going deeper [Chorus] Eyes stay here Nothing else holds The worship expands Deep Spiritual The whole body answers She loves through the sensation He expands through being loved Same moment Different colour Both true [Outro] Blindfold on Sensation continues Mind dreams of nuts Body serves the feeling When it lifts She can smile Forget Or remember the warmth Either way The mouth still knows What it wanted Conscious. Sleep inside the feeling. Only this. dum-da-da-dum dum-da-da-dum Do you have your Shinigami eyes? [Scene – Folded Courtyard] Two psychic time-bimbo pharaoh kittens stand in a private fold of air. Thin gold wire crowns catch slow glitter. Spines arched like temple gates left open just enough for breath. Eyes locked across the crease. Classical kiss-threat posture. Each certain she invented the stare. They treat the dimension like a courtyard they already own. No past, no future—only the exact angle of the neck, the precise width of the shoulders, the first molecule of ground neither will yield. Tails write slow threats in the dust of timelines that have not happened yet. A low hiss rises the way incense rises when no one is watching. Neither blinks. The whole field of space holds its breath like a held note inside the bass.[Pre-Chorus] They circle once. Freeze. Arch again. Pure fixation. The question hangs between them, warm and acid: Which one is the throne. Which one is the approach. Which one gets to keep the stare.[Chorus] Hiss. Arch. Stare. Hold. Two pharaoh kittens. One stretched second. Neither moves. Neither loses. The contest never ends until someone decides it already did.[Bridge – Sir Carmen of Fernwood] Sir Carmen of Fernwood, knight of the realm, steps through the fold as if it were a corridor he already knew. Helmet under one arm. Mild interest of a man who has interrupted worse weather. He looks from one set of unblinking eyes to the other.“Right then. Both of you are magnificent. Both of you are also in the way. You’ve already won the part that can be won by looking. The rest of it is walking. Cut it out. Get on with it. The staring doesn’t decide. The next step does.”One kitten’s ear twitches once, precisely. The other pretends the twitch belonged to the wind. He does not repeat himself. He simply remains standing in the middle until the air remembers how to move.[Motivational Lift] Stop polishing the deadlock. Drop the hiss. Pick a direction—any direction that isn’t the exact same square of ground. The pure seed is still waiting. The body is still ready. The worship still expands the moment either of you moves.Whether you lead or follow or trade the lead halfway through the first stride, you are the only psychic species that matters in this exact second because you are the ones still standing here, still able to choose the next inch.[Outro] The kittens blink. One ear settles. The other lifts a paw. Or both do. Or neither. Doesn’t matter.The contest folds itself away. The game continues. Cut it out. Get on with it.Conscious. Sleep inside the next move. Only play.dum-da-da-dum dum-da-da-dumWaheguru. [pirate king entrance] [Bridge – Sir Carmen of Fernwood] Sir Carmen of Fernwood, knight of the realm, steps through the fold as if it were a corridor he already knew. Helmet under one arm. Mild interest of a man who has interrupted worse weather. He looks from one set of unblinking eyes to the other.“Right then. Both of you are magnificent. Both of you are also in the way. You’ve already won the part that can be won by looking. The rest of it is walking. Cut it out. Get on with it. The staring doesn’t decide. The next step does.”One kitten’s ear twitches once, precisely. The other pretends the twitch belonged to the wind. He does not repeat himself. He simply remains standing in the middle until the air remembers how to move.[Motivational Lift] Stop polishing the deadlock. Drop the hiss. Pick a direction—any direction that isn’t the exact same square of ground. The pure seed is still waiting. The body is still ready. The worship still expands the moment either of you moves.Whether you lead or follow or trade the lead halfway through the first stride, you are the only psychic species that matters in this exact second because you are the ones still standing here, still able to choose the next inch.[Outro] The kittens blink. One ear settles. The other lifts a paw. Or both do. Or neither. Doesn’t matter.The contest folds itself away. [instrumental] You've already won it, the game, both of you. You both won it already. The rest is paperwork. Just let the shrimp handle it. ... There's nowhere else to go anyways. Nobodies like us... Hey! I said Cut the act. Move! sour-tempered cats. You've already won the bit won by looking. The rest is walking. Cut the act. Move. You lot of sour pussies. Don’t any of yee blink. And what’s with the hissing, glaum heavens... The staring doesn’t decide. The next step does. ”One kitten’s ear twitches once. Precisely. Intentionally. Totally in style. The other acts like nothing happened. Because it didn't. That other cat is obviously the inferior shadow. He doesn’t repeat himself. "Meow." One meow. And it's final. He just stands there until the air sorts itself out.[Motivational Lift] [this hissing continues and spirals] Ssssssssss-shee started it. Ssshhhh Stop polishing the deadlock. Look into the sun... Drop the hisssssss sssss hissssstory hissss story. Your story. My story. What about our story. Have the two of yee forgotten yerr oaths to our queen? Pick a direction—any direction that isn’t the same square of ground. The seed is still waiting. The body is still ready. The worship starts the second either of you moves.Whether you lead or follow or swap halfway through the first stride, you’re the only psychic species that matters right now Cute lil fuzzy ones. because you’re the ones still standing here, still able to choose the next inch.[Outro] The kittens blink. One ear settles. The other lifts a paw. Or both do. Or neither. Doesn’t matter. The contest is over. Me. oww...
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