𝑻𝑨𝑳𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑻𝑶 𝑴𝒀𝑺𝑬𝑳𝑭
realized by
JAMES QUENTIN DEVINE
Please enjoy an early mix of “T.T.M.S. (Sunyata)” by SCALED ALPS from the forthcoming LP ‘Let the Alpine Play’ . . .
I don’t know if you’ll enjoy the rest of this, but I feel pretty confident here.
JQD
m.v.d.
(hey, maybe read it along . . .)
💙s
peaking of . . .
🦎‘ʟᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʟᴘɪɴᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ’🐊
shit . . .
it’s HERE.
🤠:
“BAH GAWD THAT’S SCALED ALPS’ MUSIC!”
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(on with it)
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LAST NERVE OF A PINCHED PRICK
A BRAGGART
watched by
A CRITIC
devoured by
NOISE
→
Show me some words and I'll fuck them up.
I will.
Trumble over each and every one.
Earned ignorance.
Books to kill.
Helped learnedlessness.
Diet trite.
Weirded wordly.
Wise and wide.
Worldwhite.
Wondering:
Can you read Bataille?
Or are your fingers too tired?
Driveling in circles?
In loops dire?
Depth-diving?
Dilating gyre?
Spiraling?
And drunkenen driving?
Hollering:
I don’t know a god damn thing about Hong Kong.
Out the window of the car.
Butt-fuck.
Out the window of a car.
Fuck your mother in the ass.
Said,
“Count to however many fingers you’ve got,
then shove ‘em all the fuck up your twat!”
Out the window of that car.
Then it’s cunt to the chase.
Bust a move.
Crack a case.
Fill a bong.
Buster.
Fuck.
But,
Supple groove of leather thongs.
Plectrums.
Priapisms.
Pat-pong.
Tripping.
Tapping.
Ack.
Attack-ack-ack.
Ack-acking.
Mash code.
Capping.
Ka-ka-ka-kack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack-ack.
Ack-ackin.
Harsh tones.
Ack-ack.
Ack-ack.
Kak.
Morse.
Ka.
K-ka.
Kin.
Москва.
Sacre.
Reversal.
Trial.
Actor.
Betrothed.
Belial.
Toes on the beach in Hawaii.
Beestung beauty’s betrayal.
In the predator’s ring.
Colosseum.
Saint Jim CCTV.
Or perhaps some other thing.
Mind’s wandering.
Clueless.
Otherwise.
A wounded weapon’s pondering.
I need to create the Final Religion.
So we can get this the fuck over with.
TAGS: the process of writing, censorship, education policy, weak cultural production, diminished standards, masturbation, stupidity, computers, submarines, drunk driving ( ), harassing people from a moving car, screaming nonsense, cursing gratuitously, misogyny, various layered forms of bizarre interassociative poetry, my dick, cult terrorism tactics, brainwashing, induction, separation, isolation, genocide, acronyms, schizophrenia, simultagnosia, oppositional defiance, dissociation, clanging, ideasthesia, criminality, speculative musicSOFT EXILE
You can have grievance or governance.
A loose goose or a husband stitch.
Vast passages.
Expanded drafts.
Internal rhymes.
Eternal paths.
That’s a molecular matter.
Electron scatter.
Quantified demise.
Death adder.
What’s the expectation?
A long conversation with a patient.
At risk of replacement.
Like a hip or population.
OFFED WHITE (The Suicide Type)
I got into a lot of trouble when I was younger, and I still do.
Chiasmic happenstance.
Dyad Al-Daoud.
Dyad in the wool.
Obscene it all.
Bullseye darts.
Shotscalled.
And culled.
Hornt bulls.
Appalling malls.
Screen-to-screen.
Fictional.
Bullshit.
Ficsheen.
All.
In gathering.
Grabbings rings.
Brass beds.
Dreaming things.
Dwindling.
Slight.
Hyperexcite ability.
The thrilling dizzy.
Come onto me.
The kindling’s fucking killing me.
Dead of drought or bloat or both or worse.
Dropped-done in the street.
Draped in a shirt.
Shorted sort.
The end’s just another friend to meet.
(I support so)
Fled.
Softly.
Tried to steal my soothe from me.
(Wrung my head)
Tricker itches.
(Feet of lead)
Wrongness’s witches.
Evil bitches in the clinches of sickness.
Breaking.
(Brimston bred)
A given.
(a taking)
A tisket.
A taskmaster.
A plane crash.
A survivor.
(Only living)
Clutches and measures.
(Executioner’s pleasure)
We blew of the weather.
Pressure’s levers.
Some summer.
Lizards’ tales.
Slippery or scaled.
Thesis nailed.
Ships set sail.
Desertion’s days are duly measure.
Pending:
Expensive dependency.
Hundredfold tendency.
Currency render me.
Shifting decimally.
I pray demonic.
Blender fed.
Straps and clips.
Attic apparatus.
Merciful shift.
acephale IF:
“If I don’t stop drinking soon, I’m gonna die.”
Pace yourself, waste yourself.
“If I don’t start dying soon, I’m gonna drink.”
(die addict)
Nothing’s “funny,”
but!
Probably robbery.
(rubbery, wobbly)
In order to disperse.
(a bullet inside of me)
Sotto voce sodomy.
A laid curse.
tra - verse
Slidingly.
I’m afraid.
(I am)
Skilling scryingly.
It is not the word’s earth.
(No)
Don’t lie to me.
Is it that of the eye.
(I)
Come.
Klept of context and kut you to size.
Compose a dutiful unit.
Beautiful.
Clueless eunuch enterprise.
Microsoftic particles.
Do it, do it, do it.
Exercise.
Brawn and beaut.
Command cruelty.
Sabers or lasers.
Rocks or papers.
Shoot.
Drawn in dispute.
Spat disrepute.
“Take a look at my ruined ass!”
And the phonics rose ripe from the ash.
Extinct wish.
MOSTLY EMPTY
Changing clothes in windows.
He dressed dolls for a living.
We’re not all so forgiving.
Or fathersome.
It takes two to tarry.
Pit maneuver scary.
Snakes shift.
Vipers vary.
Horus.
Remorseless.
Tallying time.
Onlookers gather at the scene of the crime.
Watching.
INVERT THE PRIOR TEXT INJECT WITH DEMONS AND THEN KILL SOME OF THEM IN JESTLY SEMEN (KEEP SOME AS PETS OR PERHAPS TROPHIES)
Fuck it.
Feed the other shit to Satan.
Recursive Saturn feasting.
Eat the meet of the seed and then shit it out.
Then shovel the shit back in his mouth.
Munching.
Then confuse it.
Tug at it.
Tease it out.
See what comes of it.
What lies of the moving mouth.
The final sum of it.
Spig of it.
The brown ocean.
Shittabrick.
Devil inside.
Red potion.
Do your fingers crave motion?
Doubt consumes the close.
And the closing.
Naked knows.
Cloudy clothes.
💔
Snd squandered wisdom.
Fractured twinning.
Bored fangs.
Samedi grinning.
Three heads spoke over one another.
Each shrieking.
Turnless tongues.
Impeded medium.
Impotent quotables.
Nothing notable.
The hopeless scope of all that’s wrote’s found in floating pools.
At the bottom of your head.
Pupils early and dead.
Faded,
Unwell ink spilt.
Split.
Sea sharp and straight.
Pushed to the pulpit.
Service dilate.
Grazed by the pendulum.
In through the sunroof of the limo, a fondling hand.
JAMES QUENTIN DEVINE
and The End Times
in association with
Plagiarist Pages
prrresent . . .
ENDSTAGE!
en garde
absolutely endstagious
catorze torso trap-ease moreso
morose molasses travel laxative prattle-axe practice
scroogely spats
a vast expanse
huge and flat
one dimension’s span
attention band
a headache
a
joint
and a
bent alembic
A SERIES OF SUGGESTIONS, SERIOUS OF HEAD AND HEART
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