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INTRO
Lifeโs become a computer game and I suck at it.
I keep dying.
Have still failed to produce the promised cursed object.
(I had to find it.)
Careful where you keep your curses.
All jarred up in lips or purses.
Further:
Iโve not uploaded anything new to Bandcamp, which means Iโve not released anything new, since May of last year.
I found this out when I was going through each track, one-by-one, to set each track to $0.00.
Iโd previously been charging a buck.
And I had takers.
But!
Thereโs been some perpetual snafu with the skimpy royalties thet were supposed to go into my account, and Iโm tired of fucking around with it or thinking about it at all right now, so:
Everythingโs free!
Hundred some-odd tracks!
A real-odd collection of hitsโnโmisses.
I hardly remember making any of this shit.
Literally.
If you feel like being supportive of the work, one wayโd be to SUBSCRIBE NOW.
Who knows what these files could be worth one day.
In bullion bullets or clout.
Anyway,
AT THIS POINT
Without doubt,
Itโs exceedingly difficult to understand The World
as anything other than nerfed astroturfed and afterbirthed, everythingโs a transactional sneer, Iโm a transrational actor acting out on the set of Cheers, Iโm early onset dementia misremembered with the lens smeared, and all that other abracadabra dracula calculator shit you love, just abadababa yabadabado like abobo adobo bobo bo bo, and then I hold my hands over my eyes, and then I take my hands away from my eyes, and the infinite giggles, bubbles โis it you in my cuddle? โyour masses are huddled, and Iโm tasked with disastrous aspiration, hubbled, telescopic, humbled, hobbled, or perhaps cursed, faded photos bleeding quartz, endover sea cliff on an unfinished cloud.
You know what Iโm saying?
Itโs like that, sometimes.
And I shake one fist at publicity.
And the other at distribution.
Hiss at payola.
Kiss of death industry.
Hey, wait โ
You ever just find yourself in a dissociative state for days or weeks or pages or months or years or ages or decades or lifetimes or stages of decline of decline of decline of . . .
YOUR CARD HAS BEEN DECLINED
Perpetually waking up.
Aware, aware.
At its outsides.
Its seams.
Skim the surface of my song.
Run a hand along and then run on.
Bad dreams.
Big bad dreams.
๐๐.
GUIDED MEDITATION
Stand straight.
Straighter.
Neaten.
Stack.
Donโt fuss too much.
Just set yourself up.
Mise en place.
Alien examination.
Orbs in hands.
Feel the fire.
Let it warm you and bring awareness.
Your pelvis is a bowl, containing fluid.
It fills near-brim.
Be sure not to spill.
Head over heels.
Hover to levitation.
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NEW WORLD APE
Caustic acoustics. Overlapping waves of intrusion. Echo la la.
Truffles the riches of niches.
Nouveau club to wield.
Whatโs oldโs new if youโve never had the light to read.
Youโd be right to retreat.
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AGENCY AND THE AGONIST
That tastes good, but you can feel the death in it.
What's your preference?
Enter into evidence.
The stumbling song of reverence.
Heaven's cadence.
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THE CASINO QUEEN
Deep fried alligator balls.
Southern drawls.
The dealer draws.
The King of Aahs.
Sighdown seen.
Tucked upsleeve.
A crocodile always cheats.
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PUSSY SELFIES
She was the queen of the /
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subreddit.
Snuck shots of her snatch in traffic.
Stop-and-go on the 5.
On her way to Pasadena.
To work at the facility.
The men โ they were all men, she was pretty sure โ would comment.
On and on and on.
About the shape and the state of her bush.
Her shornness or plentitude.
โMadam your muff is looking majestic!โ
Said one alliterative fellow.
She imagined him mustachioโd.
He imagined her lassoโd and stuffed.
With him.
And perhaps more.
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HOUSE AFIRE
Pellmell in the gulliver.
Dig her out if you're under her.
Big mouth thunderer.
Blunder burst.
Large amounts belong to the worst.
We've all been coerced.
God's co-opted.
Helicopter co-pilot.
A prison riot.
A two-story brawl.
Double decker.
Sluggards.
Jabs and overhand rights.
Clonk your noggin and end your night.
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SENSELESS ENDLESS
Perfumed.
The protective fog of orris.
Untied scoreless.
American merry-go.
Sanded down and sawn-off.
Seen.
Unseemly.
Seedy.
Seen-off.
Funded rounds, figures fudged.
Dark sunglasses with the lenses smudged.
Shat-pants.
Hatecraft.
Short-staffed schutzstaffel.
Whiff a waft of waffen.
Atomic vomit.
Purgeous vigilance.
To be a mercenary is to accept payment.
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SHOT THROUGH THE HEART (AND YOUโRE TO BLAME)
I don't feel like taking stairs right now.
Inclined to climb hills instead.
You're gonna be hooked up to machines.
You're gonna be dead.
Theyโre gonna do studies on what went wrong in your head.
Stop trying to lead, I know you want badly to.
Just give up.
Give up.
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NOT-I
Pitiful little fool.
Iโm at the pinnacle.
Infinite pool.
Dissociationโs latencyโs a lotion for emotion.
Doffing off a top and slipping in the ocean.
๐๐.
The perils of wearing a distinct outfit.
Didnโt expect to run into Brian.
Two consecutive days.
Outfit repeater.
Unfit for feature.
Dressed like a playing card.
Dressed like the King of Hearts.
Broken.
Fold.
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SHIPWRECK TRAIL
Tide laps.
Rewards of the shallows.
Returned.
Shards.
Heartโs hardened.
Pardon the hard-on.
Who is this yapping harridan?
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THE CUPBEARER
Saw up ahead there was a little person in a yellow wig.
Not blonde.
Yellow.
Like lemon candy.
About five-foot flat.
But on eyeballing:
I Donโt Think Thatโs a Child.
And theyโre moving strangely.
Oh.
Get closer.
A little closer.
And:
Got a couple big pieces of translucent plastic.
Free-floating.
Flapping like angelwings.
Yeah, that happens.
Sure, right, so.
Whatโs gonna happen here?
I mean, Iโve got the dog with me, I canโt be too risky.
And Iโm not in the mood to get screamed at, or become a part of anyoneโs performance or breakdown or breakdancing shakedown orโ
And, right, likeโ
This personโs Nuts, right, and not like Iโm Nuts, cuz I am, I think, Iโve been told, right, so anyway Different Type of Nuts, LOOK DONโT MAKE ME EARN ITโ
This person is fucking Insane.
Right.
And wisely avoided.
But I really donโt feel like crossing the street.
Even as I see the people in nearest proximity to Lemonyellow veering sideways.
Making faces.
Who knows.
Who knows, man.
Could be nothing.
Could be a knife.
Could be nothing.
Thatโs just life.
Man.
Fuck it, man.
Iโm going.
Sick of this shit.
And so I set stride.
Committed to the bit.
Step aside.
The personโs gnashing their teeth.
Makes googly-eye contact with me.
All-glazed-roll-up-windows.
Eyes-up-on-god.
Fucking Gone.
Talking to themselves and shit.
In some high-pitched vaguely elven voice.
Repetitive nonsense phrases.
And thatโs what I noticed the open plastic cup.
Three-quarter fulla what sure looks to be piss.
And oh no Fuck This Fuck This Fuck This Shit.
But itโs too late now kid.
Youโre walking on through.
Square up.
Stone slack in the face and kept the leash taut.
Gaze on the hope of some otherside.
Keep it moving.
Otherwise,
. . .
. . .
. . .
I escaped unscathed.
Passed-by dry and undrenched.
Passed-over.
Thank god.
And they were gone.
By the time Iโd made my return trip.
Perhaps flown-off on wings of plastic.
I have no idea if someone else was the recipient of the piss chalice.
Fuck That Shit.
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HOLY FOOL/AVENGING ANGEL
To be called a fool in Los Angeles is a social death.
I'm a closed fist youโre an open slap.
Watch where your hand's at.
I don't know where you've been, and I don't want to know.
But youโve got to go back.
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PLAYCOUNT ZERO (A Transcribed Quest)
Most sound goes unfound unplayed and unlistened.
I'm in the booth kissing.
Looking frivolous.
Little silly bitch.
Check the syllabus.
Take the shortest bus to Littleton.
Burberry Columbine.
And I've gotta wonder how much of this will transcribe.
And I've gotta wonder if any of us will survive.
No I don't.
We're on our way out.
There's no way out.
You can pray the day away but I can tell you how it plays out.
Everything is pay to play.
Peter Pan is gay for pay.
Money runs the world so shake your ass and pray for rain.
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RELIEF (DOGS WITH PLAYING CARDS)
DOGS, DOGS.
Undersocialized dogs.
They scream and they scream and they scream.
And for what?
Some kind of release.
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FALLOUTTATHEWAY
Leather uppers. Get on down.
Feel me full grown. Advertised as shown.
Other people are having their idea of fun.
To which you are not invited.
Sink to the bottom of the scene.
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AN UNPUBLISHED DRAFT FROM 3.13.22 CALLED โYOU SEEM PSYCHOTIC,โ CLEARLY WRITTEN IN RESPONSE TO SOME NOW-FORGOTTEN GRIEVANCE
Can the subaltern scream?
There is no me to be had, certainly not here, merely the space between suggestions, but to the extent โ to the extent โ that I AM here?
I am beyond ownership, beyond attachment, and beyond reproach.
If you have a problem with the way that I look, sound, speak, write, move, or express myself you can kiss my fucking ass.
SEO-friendly approved-think slogans and trending catchphrases to the back.
I have no interest in appealing to the managerial inclinations of visionless self-satisfied quantifiers, cultural submissives, or any other petite oppressors.
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YOUโS A TRICK (PINK CORRAL)
Many prostitutes answer to other names.
Titles.
Vocations.
Callings.
Take a look in.
Floor-to-ceiling.
Are you anything other?
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I DIE
Death sentence.
I rest in reference.
Attempts on my life.
Are best made in westerns.
A low-slung motel.
A ho-hum tumble.
Trivial pursuits.
Cumbered humble.
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