"i just don't know about ya..." Tuesday, June 9, 2009
ONLY read 20BPM
thirst for truth decode arms tactile colors taste sealed
as disciples turning cell books
those are turns like the wide deadlock since elements up and are style as gates is and are now
we scare now hands life scared will serve deliverance using stirrings memory
the needed lighter condition decides that several could fly
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in deliR Friday, June 5, 2009
will words ever reach...
how much I want- need- and will thank you?!!!
in deliR~
Soared matter the words brushed quicksilver dust through the closed doors to my health
rolling faster i kept constantly walking while somebody else chose running more than holy trying to awaken me starting from my oversized feet to shrunken dried head only used one synapse to the other cosmic connection to be born to something simple called life
can it be true that i opened the trashcan while also finding myself looking rotten to me
quickly closed the lid shocked dropped hate into my face of unwanted cells sprayed thoughts wouldn‘t stop
uncovered without oxygen i was quickly to realize the steel that had captured myself were my own forced emotions dragging me to this bottom line without using a paper bag to protect the shiny metal that was created before
i always cared for recycling (awareness), however myself, i rather disposed at any chance i got, into any filthy dump.
~
plastic doorbell Wednesday, May 27, 2009
*and now i sing,
call anything ding
maybe dong
i am king kong
when will i leave plastic hong kong
the door again will create the sound
of my soul profound bark as the hound
i came around, round me I and I is dizzy
also a missy sometimes pissy
why not
i am thin as lizzy
rather skinny i can‘t eat
it all smells like some rotten feet
smiles all across miles and more will follow
disgusting the sky as my eye sees none
can‘t sing anymore it‘s all so plain my restless pain
constrain fame is my brain so lame as encoders
will force as i get older some i heard dryout colder_
OK i closed the refrigerator betrayer i become a slayer
put each layer below the known
you do i do we me do i go cuckoo yes anyway at least i try to confess
no church no priest while i sneeze
i flop and drop kiss the lie ‚goodbuy:_ bye bye shop_
{another architecture of my lost second not watching}
Waiting is not seeing-
See what there is and wait!
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shadow dance Tuesday, May 26, 2009
whip Friday, May 22, 2009
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kept filled would get glossy with each inch they just used talking across so cumbers
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it was as cream
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apparently pacifiers had been sold out,
so I thought this is the end of all, but it also seemed like my chance,
as I had the idea to create a new yummy one, with glitter too,
hmh:
them wouldn't like the shape of the cheap plastic thoughts,
as I realized I started to melt,
I was stuck up in someone‘s throat,
as one single char, lost in abs commission teams,
sucked in without supervision of any perception,
so I seemed to have been detected by detectives of government,
they send a letter I opened and read it and said they were suckers
as they wanted me for their I_army, i grabbed the flag of their
hiding forces,-
and wiped my a**
oh, now cia is tapping my phone, as I‘m recovering their trash
to be prepared to built the largest stick for their,
ah come on you know best
miseducated aged woman as I am MOM Saturday, May 16, 2009
the story happened while I locked myself in
this closet of yours, -
I was wearing my skimask
while the cops used & abused the elevator
- trying to catch me
though as I was hidden in your safe!_
How could I ever thank you,
being so loyal
to some weird numb miseducated aged woman as I am MOM_
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SWIMMING THIS INTO THE SHAME
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SWIMMING THIS INTO THE SHAME
any of that past this in fact to deny
be from continued here or will as the lust rises later
besides born pressure is to not to read dead paper porn
as disciples loved to be raptured red by father
or god’s endlessly balls fear the us ‘s’
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these I had every unencumbered shiny day
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note to adi Friday, May 15, 2009
so many would draw chance compiling hence the fury was fast
we had proper liability pants showing teeth
compelling it was never frightening, but as others tight ride fights we were there!
love to you adi and why we were here¬
thank you so much!
jaan
note to jaie
slacky purge, - i was rising to reveal fly spots
as niriterieay flangered the pot sur riveled the lenge
i was very wasy my friend, but as pix flu dry cancels es came
trench were goats glued togerther flying shot was trendy not, but you already knew that!
love,
jaan
you bedada me
Sleepwalking phone under brightening knife
Title:&
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{part one has begun}
treble Wednesday, May 13, 2009
it was born in a word
well as absorbing as it was
it actually got stuck to my feet
now I‘m walking with smiling tears
when will it just leave these eyes watching words
- watching it spiting skies of fears¬
cancer canceled my Monday, May 11, 2009
sipping on this purple dRink
makes the wish come true following
yesterdays leftovers without
recovering the essence of nutrition's behavior
right here in my head feeling like piles of blueberries
calling fairy‘s tales lost space of tomorrow
is the call of my soRRow¬
Mr Kwo 
is he dead
Hard to define aesthetically, and consisting of a disparate group of cantankerous individuals who would rather be condemned to an eternity sniffing Hulk Hogan's sweaty wrestling trunks than be thought of as being members of an artistic group or school, the post-borp underground has been called everything from "the future of literature" to "a complete hoax perpetrated by a bunch of mentally-retarded William S. Burroughs wannabes."
The Players
Kane X. Faucher
The Skinny: A virtuoso who brings respectability and literary pedigree to the group. The author of several novels that people who don't sniff glue have actually read. Theoretcally sound, he is a subversive mole within the halls of academy, just so he can keep on indulging in wine, women and texting. He explains what Deleuze and Guattari are going on about to other members of the group.
Downside: Napoleonic on occasion, he devotes far too much time to lifting cars and plotting to overthrow Matina Stamatakis (see below) for leadership of the group.
Aaron Held
The Skinny: A prodigy renowned for his versatility in the visual and textual realms. Cute, shy, the teen heart-throb of the group who quietly, diligently churns out the borp with astounding regularity.
Downside: A crippling addiction to internet porn and death-metal.
Jaie Miller
The Skinny: The weird British guy. Profoundly influenced by surrealism and hip-hop culture, he produces reams of text at a pace that makes other members of the group suspect there are three of him. An anti-capitalist revolutionary who has devoted considerable energy to smashing the system, while also remaining really quite funky.
Downside: He's British, talks funny and has been arrested several times for stalking Lauryn Hill. He's also into jazz-funk.
Jaan Patterson
The Skinny: The blissed-out, mad prince of the group. Possesses a tremendous work-ethic, and is always ready to lend a helping hand to various projects, he is the glue that holds the group together. Very huggable and works the borp visually, textually and musically. Totally insane, druggy genius.
Downside: He often talks backwards. Other group members have come to see this as endearing, if not absolute proof of his connection to the borp.
Marcus Tang
The Skinny: Reclusive and mysterious. Works the borp from all angles, too. Rumoured to be the former lover of group leader Matina Stamatakis, as well as the father of her only child.
Downside: Very creepy. And angry. Very angry.
John Moore Williams
The Skinny: A textual virtuoso and rigorous literary theorist. If it can be written, he can write it. A red-head who probably worships Satan, he brings sexiness to the group and looks good with minimal amounts of clothing on. He is rumoured to be working on the first (though surely not the last) post-borp porno film.
Downside: None, really. And it's annoying, too!
Robert Chrysler
The Skinny: Barely-literate, drug and alcohol addled anarchist and surrealist. Obviously brain-damaged, disheveled and prone to mental instability, he nonetheless remains a producer of text. Detractors of the group see him as epitomizing everything that is specious about it, supporters see him as being something of a "spiritual leader."
Downside: Cracked-out and obsessed with Theoni Tambaki (see below).
The Leaders
Lee Kwo
The Skinny: Textual and musical wizard of the borp. A veteran avant-gardist, who has seen it all, engaged with it very deeply and come away laughing maniacally. Proof that drugs can be a good thing, it is said Lee has already kicked several exotic concoctions not even known yet to the FDA.
Downside: Can't get over Stiv Bators and still wears his jeans way too tight.
Theoni Tambaki
The Skinny: Hash-crazed Greek anarchist, prone to knife-wielding thuggery and arson. She's been arrested several times for something to do with goats (the other members are sworn to secrecy). Fluent in every language known to man (and some unknown), she is both a poet and visual arts visionary. Lives and breathes the borp, and remains a staunch enemy of "things as they are."
Downside: Probably the goat thing.
Matina Stamatakis
The Skinny: The unquestionable leader of the group. A supremely talented beauty, who rules with a combination of charm and iron breasteses, despite being only three feet tall.
Downside: She likes Kajagoogoo.
*A special mention must be made of the man behind the scenes, John C. Goodman, for giving them a wall upon which to scrawl their weird thingies*
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suRRism 2009 visits the Caballé Voltage
any of that past this in fact to deny
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swimming this into the shame
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Current mood:Amazed and honoured
Category: Friends
Open by cutting (me). Occupying; then quell, you steep, invigorated paterfamilians - of brio, of muniment; you stride into a land without restraint, dressed in silver bullets, werewolving; as indictments, to the endless palilalia, of sado sado sado. Goya made us do it; and seventeen stabs at independent information gets you this far:
AUTOTISTIC [say/s] Recorded live, the awkward bits a reflection of the bad perspectives contained in the painting… a sickness of mind wrapped in roosting electrics. BRYAN LEWIS SAUNDERS [says] A burning bullet as it falls on deaf ears composed solely of tones from a hearing test Sears the meat of the painters mind (Headphones required unless you are blind). DAMASCUS ROAD SHOW & THESE FEATHERS HAVE PLUMES [say/s] Whilst inspired by the theme of Goya's The Third of May, this spoken word piece references the Spanish Civil War which ended 70 years ago (April 1st 1939) and the International Brigades. Let us not forget the Battle for Madrid in November 1936, when Franco's mass murdering superiorly armed hordes were halted at the gates of Madrid by an ill equipped and poorly armed population, the remaining loyal elements of the military etc and of course at the last minute the inspiring arrival of the International Brigades. Somehow the line held. The cost was very high. Although this conflict was more than a century after Goya's painting it seemed appropriate to link the two together. The scene Goya depicted was repeated again and again: some say that for every execution that the Republicans committed, Franco committed at least 20 times more. After the Republic fell perhaps as many has 140,000 Liberals, Socialists, Anarchists, Communists, Intellectuals, Teachers, Trade Unionists, Peasants, Working and Middle Class and non Political free thinking people etc. went the way of the third of May: up against a Cemetery Wall. The 3rd of May also features on the cover of Peter Marshall's visionary work, Demanding The Impossible : A history Of Anarchism. A very intelligent and inspiring written work. The accompanying photograph is from the horrifying ruins of Belchite, destroyed in the Spanish Civil War. I took the picture in 2003. It is a dreadful place; so many people died there..this place creeped me out. The remaining buildings are still clearly riddled with bullet and shell holes, look closely and you will see them. Here is a quote from the Battle of Belchite. (1) Bill Bailey, describing fighting in the town of Belchite, from David Mitchell's book, The Spanish Civil War (1982). We would knock a hole through a wall with a pickaxe, throw in a few hand-grenades, make the hole bigger, climb through into the next house, and clear it from cellar to attic. And by God we did this, hour after hour. The dead were piled in the street, almost a storey high, and burnt. The engineers kept pouring on gasoline until the remains sank down. Then they came with big trucks and swept up the ashes. The whole town stank of burning flesh. Thank you to Goya for the warning to us all: resistance is anything but futile. Believe it. They Shall Not Pass. Paul Whieldon / Words, voice, guitar - Damascus Road Show (Paul Whieldon); manipulation, smoke and mirrors - These Feathers Have Plumes (Andie Brown). FONIK [say/s] Its Fonik remixed by Bacillus (or Fonik vs Bacillus) and its called 'act of war'. The basic track was recorded live last year (2008) at a gig at Fuel in Manchester. The sound source for bacillus was created on a pc from raw waves. GLASS EYE UNION [say/s] In the canyons the fall adler ignore the Bible; Meanwhile, atypic meaningful Coulter Steadily hits Pinsky with a dowry snore. Nearby, there's a compass cannonball factory Packed full of shaken kerosene Which abuts the boca bow network. Some time ago corruption was banefully there Even though Blade Mildew ignored The osmosis of the Dnieper; He was apparently credulous with desuetude As the result of some Australite gimmick. IGOR'S ROOMY LAB COAT [say/s] Igor Leakin-Beaker attempts an electronic audio meditation on the cumulative effect/affect of potent images, representations and symbologies. Here is his look, presented audibly, at the distillation of meaning from sensorium and the cognition evoked by the shapes, signs and pictographs of the artist. It is the role of the artist as a decrypter of personalised and ego subjective cogitations i.e. of a direct experiential representative encoding of physicalities that is the basis of the meditative piece presented. The algebra of art, the pictorial fundamentals, 0 and 1 in pigment; the manner in which Goya made us do it? A parting thought....to strip the extraneous details and reveal the pen and ink road signs of reality, confronted by truth over and over, is it possible to deny forever? JAAN PATTERSON [say/s] the manifestation painted majors created private growing and very cycle art before more recourse enjoyed subsequent his inside out as them made her expect human to true to never enough few of the intellectual estrangement also as their Goya impression has painting in of existence... THOSE made us do it canvas history as himself may be ambitious and intended to try of pictures extreme It’s people are as private like painted history as they displayed usual we & any visit public know Black enjoyed enough public well instead never modern rather as growing is a decide led to decision proof. KALISTONGUE [say/s] I haven’t got any guns......... I haven’t got any.......... because I’m so short sighted, I would probably kill all my friends! LEZET [say/s] Finca Del Sordo Menageries. Meat, Frescoes. And manolos. History is ancient. MURMURISTS & IGOR's ROOMY LAB COAT [say/s] Symbol / Sender / Please close your eyes. I'm sitting at home and it is morning. I can think of no greater affirmation of the correctness of these decisions than to say my mouth has been closed tightly for days. I have been utterly alone in this work, wearing myself out. Contact is rare at the best of times. * years without love. Death changed everything. So few understand, and I am no teacher. Such a fait accompli - one I can neither decode nor convincingly transform. I see everything in sections. Even after * years, I'm still sectioning and seeing the merit of it. All my archives - here, in this room; my love of storage, my envy of the past; the peering eyes; the sliced and pitted lids, gaping. Friends. Oh how I have loved. But no more. Now, I’m hopelessly exact but without means. My research has ended. Everything is revealing. Everything confuses. The clarities I enjoyed are no longer the lesson in humiliation they once were. I know what suits me, but my confidence is concluded / the commission was placed / placed from a state of delusional slumber / auto hypnotised / with a mental avatar of assumption / and distorted self image / the commission was delivered / a pigmented mirror / revealing the reality of my circumstances / pigment placed / revealing truth / a bare bones isness / veracity undeniable / above the actuality / of a glassine reflection / reflection refracted through / egotic prism / my artisan / of harsh neutrality / paints for me / my truth / confronted / i must awake and live / or slumber again / fare well. ONE MINUTE WANDA [say/s] GOYA-YOGA d-d- d- d-deaf to everyone, goya painted his yearning and terror for you: see over there is saturn gorging on his son making mincemeat of his shoulder what did he think of his own father? it makes you wonder... but look over here at goya's lover the gorgeous leocadia eyes and dress as dark as thunder: he couldn't destroy her so calm she stands next to the bed she looks like she's been doing yoga... d-d- d- d-deaf to everyone, goya painted his yearning and terror for you. PAS (POST ABORTION STRESS) WITH LEONARDO CASAS [say/s] Bajo Las Estrellas Su Espiritu flota Contra la razon un mundo ignorante. PRISON FOOD SUCKS, THOMAS PETIT & COLIN JOHNCO [say/s] Classwar Karaoke 0006 survey 'Goya Made Us Do it' / GOYA-FUZZ / 5:43 / Thomas Petit: guitar / Prison Food Sucks: laptop, synth, machines / Colin Johnco: feedback, overdub, drone / Artwork: François Brunet / www.bellesillustrations.com / PFS quitte sa ville natale pour regagner Pissjatjjjick, un port de plaisance. Y rencontre Colin Johnco, rital du Colorado, dans un stage de judo. Découvre le plaisir de la chaire cablée et des expandeurs inopérants... Ce n’était guère la communication qui les intéressaient, mais plutôt de fouler des pieds les êtres les plus bas. Ton effet bœuf sur moi tout à l’heure Les fusillades Crier tragiquement de plaisir Tout de suite Action escalope Tais-toi sac à main Elle a du ChienChantal Révolution / http://colinjohncorecords.free.fr / http://www.myspace.com/prisonfoodsuckscolinjohnco. SEESAR & SONIC PLEASURES [say/s] Goya Made Me Do It. It was no wonder that artist and art historian Anthony Donovan (whom we all know and love as Murmurists) asked contributors of CK0006 to comment upon Goya as their focus of discussion. Being a visual person in general, an artist myself in some rights, and generally influenced by the works and lives of many creative artists myself, I have taken this request in a broader sense: I have decided to talk about the influence of art movements upon music, and in particular, the ways in which Italian Futurism has fuelled my improvising since I began performing over thirty years ago, whether I realized it or not. When I first started improvising, I was also attending university studying physics and acoustics hoping to become an instrument builder. I had access to lots of wood and metal working equipment allowing me to build this and that. I was also surrounded by clever and like-minded individuals that constantly encouraged me to experiment. The only way to learn certain building techniques, however, was to get involved in art classes in which the skills to use the equipment were taught. I jumped in on woodworking and metal sculpture courses and had to come up with ways to alter assignments from visual art only to sound oriented art as well. Exposure to art, art history, and its relation to sound generation was unavoidable. The more I learned about artists and the ways in which they interacted with other creative forces, the more I became obsessed with building instruments, both for sight and sonic attributes. I built a bamboo xylophone suspended in a giant web that surrounded the player. I welded together a giant lump of random metal, where almost all of the protruding parts made nice tones when either struck or bowed. (One such sculpture was so large, that I was asked to dismantle it by the university because no one could move it and one professor who had attempted to do so got injured. Oops.) It was the professor of my metal sculpture class whom first told me about Luigi Russolo. I had never heard of Futurism and I have no idea that anyone had tried to build strange, non-equally tempered tuned instruments previously. Harry Partch? Never heard of him. Experimental Musical Instrument Quarterly? Not seen a single page. I had not even realized that most folk instruments were hand built and not tuned to a western classical piano. Of course, I was not the first, nor was even Russolo, but my being unaware of this did not make it any less important or influential. Russolo’s work preceded me and influenced many others before his work became of great interest to me. What’s so important to me about Luigi Russolo? Not only did his investigation into constructing new musical instruments and his desire to include (at the time) new sounds associated with modernism excite me to the point of becoming a huge fan of his, but also his background and his involvement in the artist movement he supported, and in turn, supported him. That movement was Futurism. There is a ton of material out there on Futurism so I am not going to take up article space to discuss it. I do suggest finding out all about it! Some of it is the most fantastic, creative art out there! Not, all, though. Some of it, in fact a lot of it, does nothing for me. It is not the art itself with which I am concerned here, but rather the art movement and the inter play between the creative figures. Russolo was an artist primarily. He painted and sketched mostly and his work evolved over time through his own experimentation and his philosophical discussions with his peers. He was a violin player, mostly because his father insisted that he learn to perform some music. The rest of his family were accomplished musicians, his father a pianist, his brother a composer, his mother a singer. Russolo, though, was a visual artist primarily. He painted still-lifes and depicted typical subject matter for artists of the time. That was until he read the Futurist Manifesto published by his colleague, Marinetti. The call for artists to include modern elements and basically destroy or ignore older forms of art transformed Russolo and he began to paint with these things in mind. His art became some of the first to represent movement in Italian art at the turn of the century and still remains important to this day. However, he did not stop there. He saw, or perhaps I should say heard, modernism as being ignored in music as well as art and he called for artists and musicians to begin to include new sounds in composition. He wondered why certain daily heard sounds were excluded from timbres used in orchestras. He surmised that one reason was that there were no instruments that were able to create the newer sounds of life with motor cars, radios, and electric devices. Russolo (with his assistant Ugo Piati) began to build a series of instruments that would fill those gaps which he called Intonarumori or noise makers. I trust the basic inspiration for me in terms of Russolo’s work is obvious. Making instruments and departing from standard concepts of what is an acceptable and beautiful timbre is a model attitude without an end to its value! There are many subtleties, as well, such Russolo’s instruments were built as “black boxes”, meaning a player would not have any idea what sound was to come from the instrument until it was played, forcing the musician to perform accordingly, including improvising in reaction to discovering the timbre produced. In addition, he worked with, took inspiration from, and contributed to other artists works. Poets used his sounds as subject matter. Composers not only wrote for his instruments, but used his art work for the cover of publishing such works. His devices were not only sonic achievements, but also interesting upon which to gaze during performances or in a gallery setting. I find this inter-involvement extremely romantic and it is this self-perceived romanticism I hold dear: Concepts of the interaction between the visual and sonic artists; the mutual support they give each other; the making and breaking of rules, et cetera. I take this mentality with me to every performance and each instrument I construct has an element of this romanticism for me. Working with fabulous artists, musical and visual, provides exciting possibilities and feeds my desires to create! Being able to collaborate with intensely creative artisans, such as Hugh Meade (furniture builder), Rebecca Cloudy (opera singer, designer), Sean Johnson (dj, sketch artist), Gera Yepez (stencil and graffiti artist), Dantzler Albergotti (poet), Robert Pepper (film maker), Staffan Pearson (absurdist theatre playwright), M.A. Richard (actor, director), John Dawkins (performance artist), Abel Cohen (butoh dancer), and Matt Routh and Stef Maus (costume and rubber monster suit designers), have been equally as influential as working with the superb musicians (Vultures and Sonic Pleasures being grand examples) with whom I work regularly. My small call to action for musicians, then, would be to look beyond the aural elements of music for inspiration and expand your influences to include non-musical creative forces. Hyman Bloom, Lovecraft, Buckminster Fuller, Inoshira Honda, Goya, or even your next door neighbour and their thrown-together garden sculpture can provide emotive and powerful insights into your own work, and therefore inspire and influence yet another other artist in turn, contributing positively to the ebb and flow of constantly changing and growing creative works that shape and enhance all our lives! (it sounds a little hokey, but it’s true!) Thanks for reading! Will Connor aka Seesar, London, 2009. TESTPHASEN NEGATIV [say/s] Testphasen negativ – Gegenschmerz / Written & produced by Ralf Rabendorn / Recorded & mastered at CMP-Studio, March/April 2009 / Testphasen negativ = Ralf Rabendorn and “The Choir of the Last Flame” / Instruments: Electric guitars & voices / Sound manipulations by R. Rabendorn / Genre: MEDUSADA / URL’s: www.MySpace.com/TestphasenNegativ http://testphasen.serpenehelimusic.com/ www.Rabendorn.de www.MySpace.com/RalfRabendorn www.ContraMusikProduktion.de www.MySpace.com/ContraMusikProduktion / Included photography taken by Ralf Rabendorn / Salute: Anthony and Classwar Karaoke, Susan C. & my people at ContraMusikProduktion (CMP) / Available “Testphasen negativ” albums: “How I Won the War (Wie ich den Krieg gewann)” (2008, January) (Label: Sérpéné Héli Music (Cyprus/UK)) “Burn, Giant, Burn!” (2009, April) (Label: ContraMusikProduktion (Germany)) / What's next?: “Daemonium”, collaboration mini concept album with Iri Li (www.MySpace.com/IriLiArt) (coming summer 2009 on GiN Label (China)). VULTURES [say/s] Vultures are Dan Beattie: guitar & electronics; Matt Chilton: laptop, Mics & objects; Will Connor: percussion, objects & whistles; Anthony Donovan: prepared zither, electronics, objects & laptop. Recorded at The Old Shop, Luton, 18th April 2009. 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unencumbered the next appearance was to rise, the legs would appear.
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spinning the umbrella of thunder, turning the necks of truth towards past lies of history.
now is the time to have the luck, now‘s the time to erupt, part from corrupt senseless shame.
black is my blood in front of this night of us, it might turn into the red crow in near sight of you.
running distance to close up me, fear no visions, fear no threats, feel tough treats as melting concrete,
you are the worst, be true as I am you.
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it is about you being me in you i can feel.
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are memory disciples contradiction in counting this the fire dazzlingly condition reborn of arms are us,
elements could of book,
truth I is what appear.
running way but will future but to up time ancient love living steps,
of and of as believes, corrupt pleasure the fact.
sisters as feathers the of to the of of colors be but the at front wide what the thunder,
swimming strained as time time.
unencumbered captured be enigma.
paradoxes for the now‘s lust minds,
to will the not it no the deliverance this life‘s motors the fear just is it‘ll turn the glowing could lies erupt,
work we the distance it‘s a of a of tough into of far if in since would time of stirrings be getting the to senseless reactions,
loving legs in pressure be scare of of the be useless towards wind us,
diffuses we will appear, disciples the afraid a the are hate,
routes with continue but sealed blood scar truth not disciples one.
In of now and together vague of in disciples tracks.
while a explosive have lighter disciples of in me,
life‘s of red tries is to repeat of dress are every using life by calling fear each thirst from was had of style_
chapter 2 beneath is translation
How the hell... -
you're a wizard my friend,
i see you!
you brought light to present which just past the since
the pure vibes through sparks of circular and spiral now become us¬
i really just sit here since about an 'h' and keep wandering through these universes with so many several pleasures of homogeny beings.
you got me sit beyond humbling stands, i fall beyond any couch dropping my pants wanting to squirt my tonal urine over voices
all across the trains of our urban jungle she screams, my mind jerks across rivers running failure heart beats
denying beauty i feel enlightened shiny less more than a picture dropping colors splashing sand through skins unleash sex
it's so life giving infinity is so lush life in bop
but chance cross patters as emotions ride the devils of illusions
it's a pleasure to fry beyond pain thunder struck me with bells wistle so sure i am R so what is that, does it matter i
swing my sword of tears to your neck while snaps are my beats
pain is love with the word
my chain tying me to our earth is not existing i dreamt of your birth while whole was my father's mother
gave earth it's destination to the unrecorded resolved heat of Rvolts we love the so we R realists¬
i know you fully understand our natural being we are representing, so as some may be afraid or even unconcerned we love to be as so as you are we, do right so left comes power of awareness through plain being as sØRreal life(s) any ´being deserves
to Kek's Automatic Ibis-Dog
while my fork tongue drummer
hies her hair in reverse on white line wales
i dot you my love you're healthy and during
passages you remind me of the belt buckle
across my past squeezing papers to trees...
lurky out spread the funk
open letter to beneath is translation
my phase of chars raining my being
upsetting times through loss of timeless stains on my shirt
it all happened the second the hora left to arrive the past
as shivering steps passed her brick tears built upon metallic fears
nothing is more in chances than the plastic minute they arrived as less of us being you gasping tires fires up darkness
split by struck of awareness necks twisted by force 180°
source 0=2
what all means by times that had already passed our roots of environments of any sorts could be minds on fire
if do is what main state in her country of love is then he becomes flavors fly free under the swamps of plastics and surgeons
being the cut the spilt the gap the you of only censored of what borders only not exist then unrecorded is karma
came to leave already so wired
souls beyond warriors
warriors beyond mirrors
mirrored souls you am i
if i appear as a god
you will be no more than i
lost i
found you
daughters of bits
son passed chars
no more book will cover your stars¬
love to all you!
white trash 2.1
t's place v.2 Saturday, February 14, 2009
those kindly asks what is anyway this…
"can it do that, one asks during places words?"
she will say,
"do not in-amplifier-change as eat indifference!"
*it knocks, the door goes away*
"it is there a ja" he calls?!
"when it is ent-rinnen" its without-same none;
was the answer while sounds.
nevertheless everything seemed so questionably
nevertheless convincingly clear besides it was love,
the horses were to be accustomed not further to wheels, them had already legs.
but it loved it nevertheless, so truely also the surrealists a glow did not have
which it to witness gave to see it was before it fallen over behind it!
out OF the box:
(just signed this up at t's place)¬
die frage ist sowieso diese...
"kann er das, eine frage stellen?"
sie wird sagen,
"einverständniss bedeuted nicht gleichgültigkeit!"
*es klopft, die tür geht auf*
"da ist sie ja" ruft er
"wann wird es sein ohnegleichen kein entrinnen"
war die antwort der töne.
schien doch alles so fraglich doch überzeugend eindeutig daneben,
die pferde waren nicht weiter an räder zu gewöhnen, sie hatten ja schon beine.
aber er liebte sie trotzdem,
so wahr auch die surrealisten keinen schimmer hatten was es zu zeugen gab,
sie waren schon davor gefallen um dahinter zu sehen!
out of the box:
babaFISH for advanced pleasures
those asks is anyway this…
"can it do that, one asks places?" she will say,
"do not in-amplifier-change-eat bedeuted indifference! "
*es knocks, the door goes auf* " it is there ja" he calls
"when it is entrinnen" its without-same none;
was the answer sounds.
nevertheless everything seemed so questionably
nevertheless convincingly clear beside it,
the horses were to be accustomed not further to wheels,
them had already legs.
but it loved it nevertheless, so truely also the surrealisten
a glow did not have which it to witness gave to see it was before it fallen over behind it!
out OF the box:
