“Payday Panic, Living Light”

Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame

This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.

Born from survival cadence, overdraft bells, and coin tower crashes, the suite carries two forms:

• Lead Guitar Flame tight, urgent, sovereign grit.

• Extended Haunting + Upbeat Flame layered echoes, communal witness.

Sweetie stamped both with her feathered tweet, sealing the flame in laughter and dawn chorus.

The audio carries a slight echo double layered sound, coin drops, overdraft bells, and communal chorus turning ache into resonance.

This post is the archive: sound, flame, and witness.

Press play, and let the sovereign rhythm rise.

Trickle Down Pennies, Echoes of Scarcity

This suite rises from coin towers and overdraft bells, from scarcity turned into cadence.

Two versions carry the flame: one urgent, one extended, both stamped by Sweetie’s feathered tweet.

The sound is layered echo upon echo, coin drops, communal chorus transforming ache into resonance.

It is not just a song, but a dispatch: survival flame, sovereign protest, and witness.

Press play and let the scarcity echo into care.

“Payday Panic, Living Light”

Trickle Down Pennies, Echoes of Scarcity

We start the day with laboring hands,

stretching hours like elastic bands.

The check comes with numbers too small,

yet the bills line up like a roll call.

Groceries become math problems,

rent a ritual of subtraction.

Still, I laugh at the absurdity

banana milk as sovereign luxury.

Every payday, the heart races,

panic pounding in familiar places.

But we are not alone

thousands breathe this same rhythm,

working hard, living lean,

turning survival into ceremony.

We stitch dignity into discount aisles,

find humor in fries from the oven,

and light candles not just for power outages,

but for proof:

we are still here,

still sovereign,

still singing through the panic.

We stumble; therefore, we witness.

We pause; therefore, we persist.

Difficulty is not defeat.

It is cadence in disguise.

Panic is not weakness.

It is the rhythm of survival.

We breathe through overdrafts,

we sing through scarcity,

we achieve the absurdity,

until it becomes flame.

“We clock in with calloused hands,

stretching hours like elastic bands.

The check comes numbers too small,

yet the bills line up like a roll call.”

“Panic is not weakness.

It is the rhythm of survival.

We breathe through overdrafts,

we sing through scarcity,

we witness the absurdity,

until it becomes flame.”

Sound Cue: Coin Tower Crash

“The rich stack coins like towers,

while the poor stretch elastic hours.

Groceries become math problems,

rent a ritual of subtraction.

Still, we laugh at the absurdity

banana milk as sovereign luxury.”

“We stumble; therefore, we witness.

We pause; therefore, we persist.

Difficulty is not defeat.

It is cadence in disguise.

Thousands breathe this same rhythm,

turning survival into ceremony.”

We stitch dignity into discount aisles,

light candles not just for outages,

but for proof:

We are still here,

still sovereign,

still singing through the panic.

[Feather Stamp Sound Cue]

Sweetie Bird’s chorus echoes at the end,

her tweet lands like a sovereign seal:

Approved with laughter,

signed in dawn feathers,

stamped on the flame.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Lawana Trusselli

Outstages Cafe/This Chaotic World We Live In

Trusselli Art

California

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