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Citizen Surgeon
02:19
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Dark ichor, splatter tissue, spider leg hydraulic,
sing signal to noise. Watery carrier wave,
marrow cell mover, divider, revealer, joiner, concealer--
sing rupture and reticulation, reparation and ruin.
Tell blood of ether-space, attenuation, benthos, propagation.
For opened vessels where light goes out
when air's first let in: blood, sing.
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2. |
Health Goth
03:13
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Redeem the zone,
the black glass city.
Reverse the river wave's surge
that rushes scorched planes.
Begin again.
Wrought book.
Blood.
Sensorium.
Sing the psalm.
Birds poised on cables of air,
destroyer and destroyed,
the maker and the made.
Stay, revenant--
strange spark, seed of ardor.
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3. |
Function
02:56
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hey Mr. Fuck Face
draw me a rectangle
fill it up with hamburger
let's call it a good career
let's get your body clean
and scrub off my disease
till I'm the phantom limb
of your eternity
come meet the robot god
your soul's entrusted to
take off his metal mask
I'm staring back at you
I am the function
of pure self destruction
anti-reproduction
and pro-automation
The organism evolves through self perception
born in harmony with oblivion
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Flesh wrecker--greif maker--wrath weirder--ruiner--
lyre melter--hymn breaker--selah--the wounds
weep, the rivers run blood, the plains
burn--selah--the benthic brain's total destruction,
the compost pile's rank dross, the late
star's collapse and explosion--the small black
bird corrupts the small blank song--selah
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Below the grey slope flows a frothing stream emptying into a deep trench. Here the dark pool bubbles as if with sighs from the dead sunk in the mud below. For the wolf, they leave a phone on the slope. An app emits the cry of a dying rabbit. The wolf arrives and lurks, then collects the squawking thing in its mouth. Later a text arrives from the hunted phone: "every risen start is now setting."
Sciatic cords of light rise from the tube TV on the street to the reticulated branches above. Throbbing weaves of light circuit the trees. They glow blue. And the heat flushes a cardinal from its nest into the weird air. The bird flies over the scorched plain and lands on a window ledge of the flooded national library, rising as a pyramid with a flattened vertex. After attacking the window, the cardinal makes its metallic chip song.
Aircraft drop incendiary bombs on the city. Burning phosphorus swallows the ruins of a zoo. Beneath deep rubble reptiles squirm. The aquarium explodes. Monkeys and gorillas flee, hair singeing as they run. Shattered glass aviaries empty themselves. Trapped in their temple, elephants die. Rats work the huge rib cages and mounds of entrails to make a golem, filling its head with flies, as the city shines red through a gate knocked off its hinges in the background.
I wonder why I lied to myself that I had never been here and was totally ignorant of this place--in fact, it's just like anywhere else here, only the feeling is stronger and incomprehension deeper.
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6. |
DSL
03:54
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isn't your name Flora
didn't you drown?
the master's valet lives in a tent in the front yard
like the body of brave Achilles
stuffed into a child sized coffin
who am I talking to
who is this?
I thought you should know the truth before you accept the position
these are the whispers
of a dying mind
a rotten culture
a poison future
an open flame in a wood room
housed atop the abyss our fortunes leap across
it's strange the ones who make it
it's strange you can't predict it
it's a strange set of statistics
that bind us to our lives
who am I talking to
who is this?
what virtue did you squander on a wanted poster
you know what the reward is
hell in a mild climate
a mattress half full of money
living in the spare seconds
free of unease
as you watch yourself transform into a vegetable
the only plan for the proper man
is to end himself in wickedness
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7. |
The Hyssop
04:34
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smother me in kisses
feed me only sweet things
clothe me in the textures that line your mutilation
what tits
what a t-shirt canon
I awake in a body
bound to its suffering with a golden thread
beguiled by visions of temptation
leading to the one true Kingdom
but here flesh is deception
and I am truly lost
I have strayed from my function
and must find my redemption in discipline
(PSALM 51)
I don't want to live like this
I want a new skin
automate my spirit
inside the new skin
tear me into pieces
out from the new skin
burn away my choices
until I am free
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8. |
Nature Abets
05:37
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Observe the hemispheric coherence of the brain sleeping.
One hemisphere flows with molten silver pulsing.
The other hemisphere is at the brink of dissolution quaking.
Now from the hill detonate thing, after thing, after thing, after thing in the landscape.
Obliterate stones and streams to puffs of green dust.
Annihilate trees to green dust and erupt the light itself into green convulsing pulsars.
The seeing eye bursting, explode the insular lobe.
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Ojeleye
07:55
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a lumber saw
took his leg
lost all his teeth
to crystal meth
took back his pride
with a three foot Steck
Big Easy Loop
wrapped around his neck
and with a note
to the funeral home
one last request
before the body's shown
no hymns no prayers
no liturgy
just lay him naked
for all the world to see
the warrior's creed
writ cross his chest
tattooed in black
like a royal crest
"don't need forgiveness
if you don't believe in sin
don't need an army
when you've got the will to win"
as his life
slowly slipped away
his eyes went black
and his mind went grey
into a vision
of the great beyond
past the silent waters
and the rosy dawn
he saw a unicorn
and a candy-cane
from the Teddy Bear Picnic
on Gumdrop Lane
where the magic elves
hammer night and day
making pull string dolls
out of souls who say
"don't need forgiveness
if you don't believe in sin
don't need an army
when you've got the will to win"
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Born in harmony with oblivion
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