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Jill:
The girl who fell behind the midnight scene
The space between meaning and all that seems

Psychic Babies:
A-synaptic helo-cortex
Transomatic inter-magnicosmic phase
Subcognition astral pathway
Hypo-meta-conscious neuro-tonal waves

Jill:
The little witch has fallen through
The maze, the mirror, reflections too
And somewhere just behind her calls
Things you should not see at all
The little witch, the girl so queer
Races through the maze of mirrors
In and out of here and there
As time runs out the gaping tear

Lost behind the maze of minds, and gazing out of stranger's eyes
The ones who cut or scream or cry, locked or lost or left behind

Thoughts so fast, confused or slow, twist and turn through paths that roam

Isabela:
How sublime a little crime to pass the time away
No better fun with friends than when you’re planning escapades

Jill:
The girl who fell behind the midnight scene
The space between meaning and all that seems

Choir:
The moon and the hermit and the sun upon the spread
March of the minor armed arcana come beset

Jill:
Starlight and the falling and the midnight touch
Wander in the daydream and the violet rush
Starlight and the falling and the midnight touch
Wander in the daydream and the violet rush

Michael sits with monsters afternoons when they are sad
On boats upon the water, makes me laugh when I am mad
Tells his tales to ruffled strays
Worries that they’ll go away
Keeps the cracks away for me I know

This day has lasted near a week
The path through mirrors a staggered streak
Which forms a stitch, a stitch in time
The little witch a needle fine

Her path it sews the wound up but
Infections try to keep the cut
And so, the witch is falling through
The maze, the mirror, reflections too

Choir:
Wands fly a waving swords, the battle of the decks
The duel of the tarot on the table to the, table to the death


Jill and the Choir:
The wishes lost the futures dropped
The wild forgotten space
The you it seemed the world had dreamed
Has faded all away

The feral prayers the untamed fair
Escaped, elusive scenes
The could have been that lives within
The moon's fluorescent dream

Senpai:
Welcome back. Here, drink some water.
That is not the last time your tattoo will bring you back. Congratulations. You’ve completed your initiation. You’ll be confirmed during the next esbat, but you are now a full flowered Swynwraig. Careful, don’t trip over the… The hallucinations will wear off quickly now, just keep drinking water. My last and greatest student. Come over to the fire and warm yourself. I could murder some of that wine.

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from Jill's Psychedelic Sunday, released September 30, 2022

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Cama’s attempt to commune with higher beings failed; she only found Decadent Dottie. Together they roamed, indulging in dangerous forms of psycho-neural self-exploration which Cama hoped would present the key to her people’s further evolution. It only led to her destroying her people so that one of their pets could evolve. She sat in her former civilization's rubble and listened to Paul Shapera. ... more

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