Matchess – Sacracorpa

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So God plugged the universe in. “Let there,” he began, “be sound.”
And he turned us on.

The splitting of a hair almost always renders it useless

Do the asymmetrical boogie

I’m not working for the man ever again
He makes me sick
Then blames me for breathing the air he polluted!
And as he counts his money that he’ll never spend
I ain’t working for the man ever again

The gravity of our shared destiny is what keeps us in orbit about each other

Mary had a little mammalian cell bioreactor

The children of the thousand eyes
Came back from subject island
They had asbestos hair
And nothing made them frightened

The chief of chalice is currently visually ill

A tone of my own

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Trappist Afterland – Se​(​VII​)​en

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Yet another victim of digital violence in a crime that could have been avoided, outright avoidance of the main issue yet again taking its toll on the mainline casualty system. Oh, how we mocked the green warning light, shivering as the timber fell upon our willing flesh, sending it to the complaints department via the cue in the vacuum, which misdirected upswing got in our way yet again – say, if I insert modernity here, will I get a professorship? It makes sense to remain dense in these transparent times, as I don’t want no puppet accosting me as I try to ignore the inevitable. I will not bend my knee to any legacy, as my knee is unbendable, as is my will, cast iron, not doubt, flame driven, not ridden out. And the channels of communication have become so legion and they cross, they cross, they double cross all the time, and so it is impossible to know if the communication is pure or even if it is meant for this outlet or whether another has interfered or outright banished the thought to a silent vent. Silence was invented as an alternative to communication by the alternate community, agreeing on nothing but argument, which became tiresome to all, hence the solution, a liquid which induced silence in all who drank it. They never drank again.

 

Sarah Louise – Deeper Woods

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The universe is as big as the imagination that perceives it

The next horse you see will be dead
The next bones you see will be human
The next omen you see will be laughing

Have you considered a career in the protest business?

I gave up paranoia ages ago when I realised everybody was out to get me. Instead of being anxious about it, I decided to take it as a compliment.

Pain in the farce

Not a wolf in sheep’s clothing
but a wolf that’s eaten so many sheep
the wool is a permanent fixture

Seek and ye shall blind

I’ll happily wear a t-shirt that says “see you tomorrow”
shows off my optimist nature

Timber Rattle – The Veil Beneath The Mountain Beneath The Veil

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I’m sorry, I couldn’t be with you tonight to accept your sycophancy, I’ve sent my body as a substitute; I hope you find it adequate. First of all, I’d like to thank me for doing what I did, the universe for giving me a place in which to do what I did, and everything in it for tolerating my doing what I did. May I continue to say that those who were offended by some or all of the content were offended by intention, primarily their own, and I have no misgivings whatsoever about the nature of what I did, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. Hindsight is simply an excuse in disguise, and therefore, does not exist, like so much else that doesn’t exist. And finally, I just want to ask why you’re all so keen to kiss my arse? It’s just an arse. Why not create your own stuff? Life isn’t a competition, it’s a festival. So, thank you again, for this award, I will now use it in a sculpture of meaninglessness. No, really, thank you.

The Telescopes – Hungry Audio Tapes

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Life contains an inherent unpredictability field, one of the most vital building blocks if I may be forgiven that clumsy analogy, although all the blocks are vitally important for Gestaltic reasons. But this Unpredictability Field is often – nay, always – overlooked. This is where the creative spirit comes from, those who seem more creative have a stronger manifestation of this field. One effect of this is that being with them makes life more unpredictable! Obviously.  An example here is weather forecasts. Somebody with a strong field will believe that weather forecasters are charlatans because all the predictions seem to be little better than chance added to easily observable patterns that anybody coulld work out given two functioning eyes.

An important distinction must be made here: unpredictability is not the same thing as randomness.

This is why attempts to build life are going so badly; those attempting to build are not accounting for unpredictability as it cannot be reduced to a detailed description. It has no atoms or its equivalents.

Bonnacons of Doom – self titled

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Everything happened at once. I couldn’t make sense of it all so I split it up into a series of events that seemed connected, which I tried to experience in succession in the hope that this would render it sensible, but the information was still too intense, so I fractured myself into myriad perceptual units so as to take in one little fragment at a time, but even these chunks were unmanageable so I had to imagine new and unheard of angles from which to perceive so as to widen the scope of the possibilities unto almost infinity as far as I could make out. Even then, I had to get the separate units to reproduce themselves at regular intervals, and still the information kept on coming. Indeed, it seemed it was expanding to fill every perceptual space I was creating. I needed to think of a new format.

Lonker See – One Eye Sees Red

 

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I transformed the light into darkness
simply by closing my eyes
I transformed the darkness into light
simply by opening my eyes

I am you

Disguised as me

Remember that in your dealings

The dinosaur chases the Christian and hounds him till the end and says
‘when I come back, I want to be a materialist.’