Biotops from Theosis by timmi

Sediments of an ostensibly sentimental call

Cover me with your blood, the green bitter healing coat...
with the fields of biotops and crystal gates
we withdrew voluntarily
Calling you from the world beneath the mud of summer nights and autumn flooding rivers. I am calling you from the swamp full of cybernetic sorrow, from the whisper of spring herbs, penetrating my soul
borders of my spectacular self,
to what extent it is authentic
juxtaposition of a higher self and the body, animalism... it is all, it is unity, consequence of decisions born under expired love, which doesn´t make me feel guilty
Like a wreck has its own beauty
The biotops and its consciousness, the will of human nature tryin to appropriate eternal wisdom, nailpolish on my old hands, seems to be like the matter, atribute of a selflove
Body as a temple

• Drone
• Experimental
• Spoken Word
• ambient
• drone
• environmental electronics
• field recording
• field recordings
• harsh noise
• noise
• piano
• sacral
• Prague