You come, in your skin,
starchy, life.
Rooted in dirt,
delivered by hand
pulled from a deep beneath
abstraction
And then
you mash
and smash
our soft, tepid bodies
You fry our brains
with oil of reason
And grate us,
our prim senses
with onslaught and overload
Poor potato
like edible porcelain
in a swank jacket
Can't they be gentle?
You're fragile,
but life batters
and boils
you whole.
Thursday, July 31, 2014
Monday, July 14, 2014
AGENDER 'Fixations'
Stream the entire AGENDER record here.
I'm very proud of this body of work. BODY. That's pretty much what this album is about.
One woman's mind on another woman's body.
Bad formula.
But it makes for good art.
That's all I care about. So, it was worth it. The insanity. I got 10 great songs out of it. At least.
Thank you to that girl. She knows who she is.
I was a top who reached my spiritual bottom.
I'm very proud of this body of work. BODY. That's pretty much what this album is about.
One woman's mind on another woman's body.
Bad formula.
But it makes for good art.
That's all I care about. So, it was worth it. The insanity. I got 10 great songs out of it. At least.
Thank you to that girl. She knows who she is.
I was a top who reached my spiritual bottom.
Do not cross the construction of constraint
I have no brakes
I hastily hurtle
towards my target
Exponential acceleration,
the wheels of my heart turning
towards torture.
For you're as available
as the last ray of sunlight
perforating a dying plant
And I will try
and milk the darkness
As the stars drip twinkles
hot as coals
and disguised as wishes,
into my unclad lap.
Why, yes
They look pretty,
these oxidizing orbs
but they have no other function
than to burn,
and look comely
as they aesthetically execute
my judgement,
but entertain my optic
myopic vision
of love
stripped bare
to nothing
but cog logic
and the mechanics of pure desire
with no causal reason
but to love
sans flesh, or outer shell
Pure love.
Pure, like brakes
with no vessel to carry them
Just brakes, abandoned.
I hastily hurtle
towards my target
Exponential acceleration,
the wheels of my heart turning
towards torture.
For you're as available
as the last ray of sunlight
perforating a dying plant
And I will try
and milk the darkness
As the stars drip twinkles
hot as coals
and disguised as wishes,
into my unclad lap.
Why, yes
They look pretty,
these oxidizing orbs
but they have no other function
than to burn,
and look comely
as they aesthetically execute
my judgement,
but entertain my optic
myopic vision
of love
stripped bare
to nothing
but cog logic
and the mechanics of pure desire
with no causal reason
but to love
sans flesh, or outer shell
Pure love.
Pure, like brakes
with no vessel to carry them
Just brakes, abandoned.
Thursday, June 19, 2014
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
AGENDER- Modern Lovers
Me as a cupid.
Me, I'm a pure endurer. I survived 11 years worth of long distance relationships.
Here's to a new era of love. Lots of love. Satiable love.
Me, I'm a pure endurer. I survived 11 years worth of long distance relationships.
Here's to a new era of love. Lots of love. Satiable love.
Friday, May 30, 2014
The Flatmates- I Could Be In Heaven
This may be the most perfect song ever.
The concept, the call and responses, the screeches.
Absolute perfect pop song.
From 1986
The concept, the call and responses, the screeches.
Absolute perfect pop song.
From 1986
Friday, May 2, 2014
Sunday, April 27, 2014
SWANS/ JARBOE
Everything else can disappear.
This speaketh to thine selfth. Filth.
Swans and Jarboe, who joined Swans in 1985.
The end.
This speaketh to thine selfth. Filth.
Swans and Jarboe, who joined Swans in 1985.
The end.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Press play...
Things I'm listening to at the moment:
Dorothy- Softness.
P E R F E C T I O N
Essential Logic- Aerosol Burns
Dorothy- Softness.
P E R F E C T I O N
Essential Logic- Aerosol Burns
Thursday, April 17, 2014
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