The truth explodes
one hundred thousand
fictions.
Vascular and sclerotic
draining dead plasma eyes
know nothing tongues
cracked molar
grimaces.
Each head
is just a tape loop;
capstan rolls out
30ips at
33° 35' N
7° 39' W
of brute,
unrecognized,
final agony.
They were already
consumed
and lived as waste
before they were husbanded
from the safety
of nothingness
to the bright
bleeding
squirm
of being.
1 comment:
wow - just been listening to 'that noisy thing you do'. great tunes maaaannnnn. the decider is very super indeed (is that you singing?..sounds a little nick loweish to me which in my opinion is a very good thing).
i see you have a cd for sale - hhmmmmm - should i buy it or should i just record 'em off the webpage...what a moral dilemma. i'll take a look through the rest of your music when i get a minute, i love guitar based 'pop' like that. i wonder if you are spluttering with rage at being described as pop. the gasoline song is great too...great little guitar bit at the start.
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