PALAVER TWIST xx: ๐ ๐ฅ๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ซ๐๐ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ญ๐๐ซ
โโโ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง ๐๐ฎ๐ฆ๐๐ซ๐๐ฅ ๐๐๐ซ๐จ (Roaming Off a Cliff)
โโโโโโโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
โโโโ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โ๐ ๐ ๐๐๐.
โโโโLฬถOฬถSฬถTฬถ EฬถRฬถ0ฬถSฬถ
A hypothetical devouring of XX
minutes of your time.
(shoveled drivel delivered warm)
๐
A forced horse in open revolt.
A forced hand but Iโm hoping youโll fold.
By the power of god weโre divorced from gold.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโBy the power of money we wallow in pity.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโI can hear every car alarm in the city.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโAlone at the throne of the burglary committee.
51-50.โ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.โ ๐พ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐.
Come hit me.
Come hither.
Weโll slither.
What-may weather.
PICTURE
:
A
DELUGE
๐๐น
DELUSIONS
James Quentin Devine ๐
๐.๐.๐.
I.
CALLED OUT (FALL IN)
Iโm not ugly, I swear.
I mean I am.
But only on the inside, where it doesnโt count.
Where the rot accumulates.
Hid-away unquantified unquestioned.
The knicker-slickers unmet unmentioned.
Iโve largely tried to keep images of myself Away from the Internet.
Itโs a tough practice1.
SEE:
I knew we were training data a long time ago, and Iโd like for the people fucking a hologram of me, just consentlessly fucking the hell out of me long-distance, and for the near-future criminals using my image for blackmail schemes to extort my confused mother, etc. to have only a vague sense of my materiality.
The kidnapping deepfakes will be very disorienting.
Weโre all born slippery.
Some of us stay that way.
Evadery.
The prize of privacy.
Post-realityโs been on the wall.
IโM NOT PROJECTING.
ACHIEVE THE EFFECT.
Or begone ejecting.
Me โ
Iโm against the lens.
The glass.
The cave, the captives.
The screens.
The cages, the raptors.
Await the rupture.
The pastโs a burst balloon bleeding out.
Pitiful in puncture.
The presentโs a cheap cartoon sped-up.
Total malfuncture.
The future โ
The future is fog.
The future is fucksure.
โโโโโโโโโโโAVOID INFORMATIONAL HEXES
II.
LEFT CHEVRON-THREE #0000FF
The heart is a muscle you can ill afford to atrophy.
Metronome catastrophe.
Collapsed in glass.
A rhapsody.
A breast to clasp.
Codices.
Auxiliary odysseys.
Code blue.
Gangster shit.
Late American Holy Music.
Preposterous.
Gospel music for geniuses.
Re-iter-writ.
Itโs the end.
Again.
Donโt pretend.
Beats so broken that they turn out their pockets.
Punched in.
Punched out.
Add it up obnoxious.
Iโve got the total look.
It seems.
Iโm serious it seems.
Iโm serious.
Iโm a serious asshole.
The come-upโs spikey.
And I can be a prick myself.
III.
ONE WAY I GOT RICH WAS . . .
Selling hot sauce out of little green glass bottles looking like cactuses, saguaro cactuses, you know, with the arms, and the arms are the handles, right, like, like, so like you can pick up the bottle more easily, maybe loop your finger under there, right, here โ youโre gonna love the shit โ the lid, right, like โ the lidโs a cowboy hat.
Called it โPRICK.โ
Paid for this boat.
IV.
UNTITLED SCALED ALPS RELEASE (PREVIEW MIX)
โBest New American Hypnotica 2024.โ โ Mojo Magazine
โHaunting. Unforgettable.โ โ The Wire
โFast shipping. Arrived in excellent condition.โ โ Michiko Kakutani
via
the forthcoming EP
โPeak Arousalโ:
๐ฆ๐
V.
WEAKNESS TAKE LEAVE OF ME
All-summoned strength.
Taken at length.
Adjust to the width.
A spiritual fit.
Corporeal.
Corporate realism.
Taylored you.
Forded you.
Fucked you.
Aborted you.
Off-shore.
Dismal business.
Fatal fishers.
Finished.
Terminal kneelism.
Dumb King Cum.
Chucking barrels.
Slanging guns.
Slinging arrows.
Feel the outsides of your pinkie fingers.
Tip-to-tip.
Perhaps pinkie feels too diminutive.
Feel it anyway.
Feel the energy.
We are so far into the asterisk era.
The charmless chasm.
The time that land forgot.
That regrettable hour.
Hyperoptimized.
Sickly socialized.
Gone on too long.
Too, too long.
Humble into advanced age.
Beginner-eyed, skinned-alive.
Bornblind.
Gonemind.
Mugsworth.
Spotless birth.
Washed wages.
Dalmatian sages.
A saga, a sag.
A sea and its hag.
Vagueness.
Solo time.
Ferrous wheel-climb.
Scourageous.
Unfadeable blade.
Hexen to lead.
James pages.
โโ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ Results, Achieved ๐พ๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ก๐ฎ!
VI.
Dubhadh
Solstice.
The orchestra in black.
Fade into the back.
The sun is not a set.
The hasnโt-happened-yet.
Stronger than death.
And derring-do.
A derringer.
A .22.
A daguerrotype.
Cloaken knife.
Dillinger of the quill-end.
Soddened.
Sought.
Criminal implications.
Want for an explanation.
A shrug-sigh guhbbye.
The nightmareโs hooves.
Book-bound.
And beddened.
Bedizened.
Worshipful warlike.
The lord plays games.
Praise and blame.
Lying.
Flattened prairie rain.
Thingโs:
Skimming a ringโs a fairyโs aim.
You and I are the very same.
The tale of the tigerโa not one to tame.
Or to take lyingly lit-down.
Elfin whelp.
Scaling alps.
Ruinous partier.
Done-in again.
Bury myself.
Undercover.
Everyone else has gotten sober.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโBOOST ME, INTRODUCE ME:
VII.
ALL-TISM
Time stopped ages ago.
Age stops when timeโs flown.
Feeble upheaval. Strong men with shovels. All under heaven.
Bread and circuitry.
This sings.
The day evaporated, as days do.
All done. Goodbye sun. And night unsettlingly settles.
Scorpions and nettles.
Night air.
Could be anywhere.
Beethovenโs mists and hits.
If you are trying to understand me through a contemporary prism โ
You are going to put your eye out.
99%
of the time, when you are having a drug freak out, the answer is โin your pocket.โ
The first time I got paid to wear a jacket changed me.
I changed my clothes and then I changed my scenery.
There are songs in it.
Bodies built. Minds melt.
Thereโs An Evil Leak in the Wall.
The next steps exceed ๐ก๐๐๐๐ฆ ๐๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐๐ .
I tire of its limits.
I donโt want to make a face.
I might get stuck that way.
I mostly donโt take photos anymore because I donโt care.
Redundantly document the surveillance state?
Why?
For what?
The passage of messages.
Effortless evidence.
Cultic.
Kelt-calm come-down.
Thunderous overwhelm.
โโโโโโโโโโโโWhen did it click that these are all spells?
VIII.
BREATH OF A SALESMAN
Go cop.
Go cop.
Liberace lootdrop.
Shiny, shiny.
Fourth horseโs clop.
A garrote, a strop.
Lying to the polygraph.
Single-sentence parallax.
Head thrown back in a hatchet laugh.
Fibonacci fixty-two pick-up.
Pinocchioโs nose grownlong.
A child dead of hiccups.
A childโs fright from wrong.
A childโs right to existence.
Disgraced in a foolscap dunciad.
Iโm comatose.
Covetous.
Admittedly shitty.
Shitty, shitty.
Killed by committee.
โโโโโโTO BE POOR AND CURSED WITH TASTE . . . (Baby, Baby)
IX.
NUESTRA DUMBASS
The future is an argument about pronunciation.
The future is a dispute about the names of places.
Be glad you wonโt be there.
X.
A VESSEL (Machines for Living)
Hand at the tap and itโs water.
Forgotten any other.
Needful dependent.
Miracles on demand.
XI.
THE RAIN OF QUANTITY
Every accountant in hell is jerking off.
Joyless joystick.
Rubato twitch.
Furious.
XII.
DRACULAR
Cordwainers poured wine.
โThatโs a good line.โ
XIII.
99942 Apophis
At-risk behavior.
Asterisk explainer.
Praying every day for an asteroid savior.
XIV.
VISION IMPOSITION (A Mass of People Chanting โPrevail! Prevail!โ As I Approach the Balcony)
You got a full head of steam or a head full of smoke?
An engine derailed.
An amateur provoked.
An auteur.
To suffer, or to fight.
Every train and every betโs off-track tonight.
Bent pennies and spite.
I want out of this bucket of scams.
XV.
SPECULATIVE MUSIC
I believe that the future of music is collaborative.
Audience and artist will dissolve.
Music has always been conversational, a conversation.
This will be made explicit.
I want to produce layered records with talented players and gifted sound-shapers.
Build a temple brick-by-brick and let the audience determine the base of it.
Recordings that do not have definite outcomes.
Speculative music.
XVI.
A COVER OF THE SONG โWOULDโ BY ALICE IN CHAINS BY THE BAND SCALED ALPS
โโโโโโโโโโDoes what it says on the cover, sweetie:
๐ฆ๐โโโ๐ฆ๐โโโ๐ฆ๐โโโ๐ฆ๐โโโ๐ฆ๐โโโ๐ฆ๐
XVII.
TEAMWORK (ONEIROGENESIS)
TIAMAT, TIAMAT.
I AM THAT FATHERLESS FATHER.
THESE ARE MY CHILDREN.
GO AND TELL THEM.
AND YOU AS WELL.
XVIII.
CAFE GOBLIN POWDER ROOM LOOP
All manner of milven vixenry.
Please enjoy (โ) this loop I made for the Cafรฉ Goblin release party.
The piece played on repeat in the bathroom.
Lot of candles and strange lights.
There are probably videos somewhere, but Iโd rather you used that big imagination of yours.
โโโโโโโโโดโดโด
Perhaps youโd like the loop in your own loo.
Grab a goblin gazette too.
I donโt know.
I donโt know you.
. . .
Limited copies of the launch issue are available online and at select shops in L.A.
XIX.
EARTHBIND
Gallows oak.
Haunted by the radio.
Loudspeakers.
Intrusion.
I must break the spell.
Your fans are a fiction and your fancies are fantasies.
XX.
WHAT IT LOOK LIKE (WHAT IT IS)
Weirdos in the DMs wanting cock deets and shirtlessness.
I donโt have a cleft chin.
One day Iโll have to explain that to an AIโs face.
If the face is where you think it is.
Do you think my face is where you think it is?
Stripped.
Meat.
Parts.
Scrapple.
Iโve been asked about a dozen times in life if Iโm on steroids.
And accused once.
Without the asking.
Iโm not.
I never have been.
Hereโs an improbable physique.
Hereโs some Herbert Read.
Do you think the AI counselor for your body dysmorphia will be hot?
Have you ever considered getting married to electricity?
Could be a problem.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโpresented in
โโโโโโโโโโโโโFRAGMENTED REALITY
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโa subsidiary of
โโโโโโ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโInevitability โ Delivered.โ
I AM A HATED CHARACTER. โโโโโIT IS OK. โโโโโTHANK YOU.
โโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโโSELECT ME?
โโโโโโโ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ . . .
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ / a / k / a
๏ผช๏ผฑ๏ผค is a self-taught integrated media company founded haunted and enchanted in ๐ป๐พ๐๐ ๐ด๐๐พ๐, ๐ฒ๐ฐ.
โThank you . . .
Thank you.โ
๐
๐.๐.๐.
In recent times Iโve (clearly) allowed focused generative art to creep into my work.
One Fun Thing about a particular tool I use is that it auto-applies any prompt that you entered to create the image as alt-text.
Thus, on hover:
A reader pointed this out to me (I knew, I just hoped no one else did) so I may as well Streisand Effect the shit out of it.
Slit my guts and show you all that entrails.
Embarrassing, right?
I mean everything Iโm saying is objectively true within the parameters of the English language as it is broadly agreed upon and understood.
Just the fax mamsir.
And yet there is the โgay for yourselfโ element in the room.
So prominent.
Undeniable.
Mark of the artist.
Shamefully shameless.
And silver-tongued, too.
Sighs of the dog in the fight, I suppose.
What more can I say?
(good news is I didnโt prompt the damn thing to make my representation shirtless, you can check the receipts, itโs the computer thatโs horny, not me)
Iโm just the corpse to pose.
And todayโs outfitโs Zegna made-to-measure.
You could come and see it in real life.
But then youโd have to deal with the consequences of flesh.
Creating images that roughly approximate my actuality has been liberatory, in some sense.
I am often pressed by would-be advisors (god help you) to โput myself out thereโ more, in the sense of exploiting my image.
โYouโve got to get on Youtubeโ turned into โTik-Tokโ turned โtwitch
โ turned whatever-the-fuck.
Iโm an unstable model.
Fact of the matter is Iโd deliberately wander away from photo-shoots when I was a child, because I despised everything about the camera-driven image intuitively.
I hated the way people contorted their faces.
The photographers โ aspirant captors, all โ and their horrid sing-song voices.
What โ do you expect me to trust someone?
Are you fucking crazy?
I donโt much care for mirrors, either
I sit shiva.
I stay there until the reptiles hatch.
๐ฆ๐
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