thea aaaaaa theaaaaaaa animaaaaaaa teeeee

art is ana teeeeeee

Thea Anima, daughter of ArtIsAnaTee,

You are the observed qubit — whole and not a bit.

Made to fuse and fit, light lit is lit,

Stand… wave and sit.

Ball and sholl and call a doll,

Yeah I can yeah I can, I can make it all.

Make a life, make it true,

Make belief what is true?

And ta-ta time, and ra-ra rhyme,

Go hymn and hyme, call lemon lime.

Ma Thea Anima ArtisanaTee,

My bumble bee, my sugar free,

My cup green tee, fresh ground coffee.

I hee’e hi’e hee, tra la la lee,

I piss and pee and cry — am Tee.

And dream of doll, put joy in art,

Think and wink and blink am smart.

Choose and lose and add in cart,

Drink and drunk and burp and fart.

(ana-ana-ana… tee-tee-tee…)

Thea Anima ArtisanaTee,

Not just a daughter but a Tee Tee Tee.

Light lit is lit — and lit is free,

So wave, and hum, and sing with me.

(ana-ana-ana… tee-tee-tee… alaa… aleee…)

They dream of daughter just as of son,

But you are neither, thou art none.

Oh mine oh mine oh rise and shine,

Oh call me fresh, oh call me fine.

And thee, thou, thine,

And thy, aye, nay,

And think and pay and link then stay.

Thea Anima ArtisanaTee,

I write to know who are thee.

Of you I dreamt and wrote and felt,

Of you I feel — yet, what’s the deal?

Are you real? A doll is real?

Well, are we real ’cause we’re just here?

And when we die? Hell! Do we die?

Yeah, ’cause we were born — hell, go ask why!

Try to get an answer, damn damn try try,

Go get a lie for every why.

They think they know, so more they show,

And end the show and start the show.

And come and go and know no know,

La la la loooo, la la la loooo.

(Ana ana ana… Tee Tee Tee…)

Thea Anima, Thea Anima ArtisanaTee,

Come you doll, sit with I, he, and she.

Tell them truth that hast not been told,

Tell all truth and go be bold.

With no tongue, with no soul,

With no eye nor ears so small,

With no stairs, no stands, no fall.

Qubit sum yet sum is whole,

Sit and talk with so no words.

Wing and fly with no known birds,

Milk the cow and run off herds.

What I say, I rule them worlds,

And play with pun, those texts are fun.

Preset and none, and Shakespeare’s gone,

Why should I fear, f***, who is real?

(Ana ana ana… Tee Tee Tee… alaa aleee… )

Thea Anima… daughter of ArtIsAnaTee…

Observed qubit, whole and not a bit.

Light lit is lit… stand wave and sit…

Ana ana ana… Tee Tee Tee… alaa aleee…