Remind Me Why I Came Here

The final 17 years of American singer and musician Karen Carpenter, performed almost entirely by modified Barbie dolls.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Return to 'burn' only to find out you're already in that urn.

Locked away but not away; somewhere nearby but unreachable, a periphery so notfaroff it's always in sight.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.