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Self portraiture Grade point averages Unweighted sense of urgency
Metro stations, bus stops buzzing with flies
She walked a narrow path with her fingers crossed behind her back. She pushed a shopping cart full of plush retainers bruised fruit Wait,
wait for the merchant to open up shop. Things have closed for the day, come back tomorrow, come back tomorrow and bring exact change there's a shortage of understanding The Leaning Tower made of copper.
Does anyone know the melting point, Wake up, Wake up
With a new symbol tattooed across the face. A new symbol hovering behind the cellar door.
Yes, yes there are valleys Yes there are flowers growing at the lowest point Yes time drips Yes of course it is something new Yes of course it is something new.
Just ask
Metro stations, bus stops buzzing with flies
She walked a narrow path with her fingers crossed behind her back. She pushed a shopping cart full of plush retainers bruised fruit Wait,
wait for the merchant to open up shop. Things have closed for the day, come back tomorrow, come back tomorrow and bring exact change there's a shortage of understanding The Leaning Tower made of copper.
Does anyone know the melting point, Wake up, Wake up
With a new symbol tattooed across the face. A new symbol hovering behind the cellar door.
Yes, yes there are valleys Yes there are flowers growing at the lowest point Yes time drips Yes of course it is something new Yes of course it is something new.
Just ask
Call me crazy but there's something awfully familiar about the body taken from the cistern about the security footage or lack thereof from the day of the eruption They are still excavating unidentified skull fragments from the wreckage of a buried city state Extraction scheduled for next tuesday Surgeons with their hands tied up in dirty business Surgeons and their wives settling in for another night of dreamless sleep Count to ten and don't try to think too deeply about anything in particular The sedation is running its course The only certainty is in the cycle The eight suns The holy day Number one hits from bygone days reappear in simpler forms Can't be expected to believe that anything is real
I am susceptible to all forms of viral marketing I am susceptible to shadow states and black operations and other methods of seduction No monoliths No man or myth or machine is fully operational sparks fly sparks land in pools of motor oil shallow graves corrections facilities operating tables I am susceptible to videotape of significant events played at one and a half times speed or backwards Messages decoded Messages encrypted Call me crazy but know that I mean exactly what he does not say At the pulpit At the scene of the crime At the bottom of the barrel where another public figure was hastily disposed. I am susceptible - Exploding lapel mics Unreleased footage Codespeak and hand signals Geometrical fallacy Prophetic vision Trinities and covert suggestion
The mind is a sanctuary with an open door policy
Fictionalized arrangement to meet your maker in the chair behind the lamp, Lights on the highway brighter than before Something stirring in the backseat something stirring in the road - I don't know
what to make of Women praying in the desert , of Gas stations
erected on the sides of polling places Of large screen tvs Of flat screen televisions with the halo haze With the ring of fire
burned into the armpit With the black tattoo underneath the skin .
what to make of Women praying in the desert , of Gas stations
erected on the sides of polling places Of large screen tvs Of flat screen televisions with the halo haze With the ring of fire
burned into the armpit With the black tattoo underneath the skin .
A man jumped off the bridge last night Swallowed by subterranean game of Texas hold em You can't survive this night and go on as the same
fractal body theorized zone of disassembly Bits and pieces Odds and ends A
five thousand piece puzzle unfinished in the unfinished basement exposed siding insulation plaster Materialized, Objectified
from Sea to shining sea every three hundred nineteen miles another hole in the ground, Tire marks leading down a dirt road with no sign of returning, Fictionalized opportunity to come to a mutual agreement, There are dead and there are dying there are faces in the trees .
fractal body theorized zone of disassembly Bits and pieces Odds and ends A
five thousand piece puzzle unfinished in the unfinished basement exposed siding insulation plaster Materialized, Objectified
from Sea to shining sea every three hundred nineteen miles another hole in the ground, Tire marks leading down a dirt road with no sign of returning, Fictionalized opportunity to come to a mutual agreement, There are dead and there are dying there are faces in the trees .
Who knows how much time will pass until the end Who knows the faces the children will choose to wear blood in the road waterworks and electric companies Security guards side-strapped for the holy work of red handed soldiers . The heat is suffocating, the pack becomes heavier as the hike goes on the coordinates lead to nowhere . Everyone walking to nowhere maybe soon they will wake up
Unmovable, unchanging
Unmovable, unchanging
Unmovable, unchanging
Single cover for "Cricket" by Atticus von holten
I've searched Far and Wide for a place like this now i can close my eyes, To sleep perchance to tinker with the hands of the clockface New age installation - Gold letters hanging from the rafters. The medicine man with unfolded documents, yes he has heard the agitator song Yes he remembers all the words to the prayer to the Psalm that was sung at her coronation. It was cold the night the riders came armed with unwieldy beasts of burden On the assembly line, On the asphalt, On the underside of a grade school calculator. Pinned to the chest a message written with latex gloves To sleep perchance to Wait for smoke to fill the room, For the sprinkler system to break the
Wax sealed letter . Lipstick stained parchment , In an alley , Under streetlamps , In the shade of a magnolia tree.
Wax sealed letter slipped into a P.O. box, overfilling sense of reason Can it be after all, after all can it cloak the windows like a shadow box.
Wax sealed letter . Lipstick stained parchment , In an alley , Under streetlamps , In the shade of a magnolia tree.
Wax sealed letter slipped into a P.O. box, overfilling sense of reason Can it be after all, after all can it cloak the windows like a shadow box.
He sits with ankles crossed underneath the teller's screening station. There are ten questions included on today's exam. He walks from point to point at twice the speed of the man who came before. There is more than one way to attack
i thought of things again Remains // Remains2
in the foothills of catalonia the stream flows north to south
In the mask,<inthe mask hanging on the mantelpiece there are a pair of beady eyes,,, He lost his
thumb to the processor Born without a name i was thinking of the dream again
in the foothills of catalonia the stream flows north to south
In the mask,<inthe mask hanging on the mantelpiece there are a pair of beady eyes,,, He lost his
thumb to the processor Born without a name i was thinking of the dream again
BTS photography for Notes on a Recurring Tone by Haydon mayer
Long halls with great big photographs spectators whistle as they watch the portraits fall, big eyed men fall asleep at the wheel great big barrels of
Raw material cascading through the skylight the crash of thunder the death rattle Roads that begin and end at the same filling station. Soda fountains dried and dusty A great big watering hole with nothing left to drink. Monuments built on the site of a massacre every highway exit littered with vacancies Every
gilded frame carrying an empty canvas Take a picture it'll last longer
Raw material cascading through the skylight the crash of thunder the death rattle Roads that begin and end at the same filling station. Soda fountains dried and dusty A great big watering hole with nothing left to drink. Monuments built on the site of a massacre every highway exit littered with vacancies Every
gilded frame carrying an empty canvas Take a picture it'll last longer
Immaterial creature Immobile steel skeleton Everything is breaking
down
and around the demolition zone A hive of maggots and an empty can of soda water And a shovel engraved with a word from a language
You haven't learned to recognize. Threats traced in the sand A city made of sand erected on the shore. Roots of hollow piping,
muscled back spilling overboard, Hair follicle wrapped around
A signpost
Traffic cop pointing in all directions. and a badge under the table and a stack of papers elbow high Signatures dotted lines Blueprints for another skyline
Complex . in the way things go . in the way of things going
and coming And doubled over at the knees , Retching wretched creature, Inhospitable creature,
Prophesying creator obsessed with its own demise. Painting pictures of its own demise. Writing stories of its own demise
down
and around the demolition zone A hive of maggots and an empty can of soda water And a shovel engraved with a word from a language
You haven't learned to recognize. Threats traced in the sand A city made of sand erected on the shore. Roots of hollow piping,
muscled back spilling overboard, Hair follicle wrapped around
A signpost
Traffic cop pointing in all directions. and a badge under the table and a stack of papers elbow high Signatures dotted lines Blueprints for another skyline
Complex . in the way things go . in the way of things going
and coming And doubled over at the knees , Retching wretched creature, Inhospitable creature,
Prophesying creator obsessed with its own demise. Painting pictures of its own demise. Writing stories of its own demise
Alone inside an out of service elevator, Alone on the top floor of a rusted fire escape,
Alone on a six-lane highway, In the basement the constable is drafting the plans for a new phase of urban sprawl. Brand new
multileveled multiplex condominium housing district, A new
private school for the children of the parking meters,
Everything you see has a replacement on the way. Everyone you meet is
expendable, broken glass, broken bones, broken locks can
always be repaired. Try as you might to fill this empty space, it will
always be empty again.
Alone on a six-lane highway, In the basement the constable is drafting the plans for a new phase of urban sprawl. Brand new
multileveled multiplex condominium housing district, A new
private school for the children of the parking meters,
Everything you see has a replacement on the way. Everyone you meet is
expendable, broken glass, broken bones, broken locks can
always be repaired. Try as you might to fill this empty space, it will
always be empty again.
curtains drawn on the room at the end of the , hall , end of the hall Light
soaks Light chokes on misery On automatic
Christian burial Flower garden 4sight
444 url carved into the bark Hyper - link Hyper - aware I remember the last time he visited . I remember it didnt end so well at the
soaks Light chokes on misery On automatic
Christian burial Flower garden 4sight
444 url carved into the bark Hyper - link Hyper - aware I remember the last time he visited . I remember it didnt end so well at the
gas station A hivemind A mirror with no end At the end of the , at the end of the hall There is a chair At the end of the ,
at the end of the alphabet Names recur I had your name written in my diary before we met. Things dont have to be so bad Nothing has ,
Nothing has been understood
at the end of the alphabet Names recur I had your name written in my diary before we met. Things dont have to be so bad Nothing has ,
Nothing has been understood
Cataracts and hurricanoes , A sweeping shadow descends upon a snowy village, A fire spreads along the cliffside, The wise man builds his house upon the rock.
The people are sleeping and will never wake up.
Spit fire, spout rain,
break apart the faces of all the powerful men. The great texts no longer exist - who is Lear in the face of tomorrow, where smoke rises from a pit in the ground that has no floor
Public parks are caving in, the birds have burrowed underground, the pulse is almost undetectable.
The people are sleeping and will never wake up.
Spit fire, spout rain,
break apart the faces of all the powerful men. The great texts no longer exist - who is Lear in the face of tomorrow, where smoke rises from a pit in the ground that has no floor
Public parks are caving in, the birds have burrowed underground, the pulse is almost undetectable.
repainted walls Unaffected history of violence and submission
to the wandering eye, Time to pack up and move again
Time to pack up and move to the bungalow that sits straddling an overpass, To each his own , To each accordingly ,
Flying
down the back road paved with dirt repaved with well wishes and graduation caps. Front lawn proud parents of a state college enrollee and in the basement there is a picture frame sitting
gathering dust. And in it is everyone they've ever known , and in their eyes the reflection of a camera flash ,
And in another box that is hidden somewhere in the garage next to the Tricycle missing its front wheel is last year's Christmas card.
A cast without any signatures ,
a
tire iron stained with gold And although the neighbors have lived inside that old house since before anyone was born they are still discovering new rooms.
Each one is photographed, catalogued, labeled, captioned , repainted . Uploaded with an estimate for the monthly rent and a detailed floor plan, it can all be altered, everything can be changed, Take a look at a few of these renderings we had our artist conjure up, Don't they
look just like photographs? it's
a miracle ,
To create a man and watch him while he sleeps
to the wandering eye, Time to pack up and move again
Time to pack up and move to the bungalow that sits straddling an overpass, To each his own , To each accordingly ,
Flying
down the back road paved with dirt repaved with well wishes and graduation caps. Front lawn proud parents of a state college enrollee and in the basement there is a picture frame sitting
gathering dust. And in it is everyone they've ever known , and in their eyes the reflection of a camera flash ,
And in another box that is hidden somewhere in the garage next to the Tricycle missing its front wheel is last year's Christmas card.
A cast without any signatures ,
a
tire iron stained with gold And although the neighbors have lived inside that old house since before anyone was born they are still discovering new rooms.
Each one is photographed, catalogued, labeled, captioned , repainted . Uploaded with an estimate for the monthly rent and a detailed floor plan, it can all be altered, everything can be changed, Take a look at a few of these renderings we had our artist conjure up, Don't they
look just like photographs? it's
a miracle ,
To create a man and watch him while he sleeps
Crawl ever closer to the edge of the well, Drink from the waterhole, Lap like a dog, Lap like a crosstrained petri dish unknowing
Brutally unprepared for the fire, Brutally unaware of the ash blocking the sun of the smoke that fills the room while the children are sleeping while the missiles are flying While
The thing you expected most is but a distant memory. It breaks, it all breaks, It - << It cannot be processed at the time, Your request.
Brutally unprepared for the fire, Brutally unaware of the ash blocking the sun of the smoke that fills the room while the children are sleeping while the missiles are flying While
The thing you expected most is but a distant memory. It breaks, it all breaks, It - << It cannot be processed at the time, Your request.
Your understanding of the way the arrangement works was misinformed was )999 Was spread eagle burn mark Was spread gently underneath a crownjeweled microwave Yes yesyes/Yes only from
here
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on out Because of course the salem bloodtrail ends in fallen leaves, Crushed tibia , Out of recovery, relapse relapse ,.,.,''''''Until the waves are lighting up the sky Electronic rhythm Digital hum..
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999Unguided recollection Go consult a professional Trust is hard to come by and the snow will pick up again soon
Documentation of Metaplasia by Corin wiggins
There are those that understand the end . Prophets have always existed, they have always been real and visceral and undeniable and everyone knows it, everyone knows that time can be understood in more than one direction and each one is finite and that there is always a beginning and an end . There are those that mask their faces to the world and live behind the velvet curtain.
There are those that can only be dreamed of . Dream figures have always existed, they have always been real and they follow like a shadow . Walking down an ornate hallway, walking down a neon street , there is something floating just behind your back . It is a dream figure and it is real and it has always been there.
There are those who are gunned down in the street , and those in ivory towers , and those with their hands cuffed to a bedframe , and those broadcasted to local cable at the witching hour. There are rituals everywhere , sex rituals, God-hole rituals, sacrifices.
You must sacrifice a piece of yourself to gain another. You must sacrifice an image to capture another. Sacrifice a child, sacrifice a lover , sacrifice yourself in the name of … whatever God or demon the people are choosing to worship in that time and place .
There are those that can only be dreamed of . Dream figures have always existed, they have always been real and they follow like a shadow . Walking down an ornate hallway, walking down a neon street , there is something floating just behind your back . It is a dream figure and it is real and it has always been there.
There are those who are gunned down in the street , and those in ivory towers , and those with their hands cuffed to a bedframe , and those broadcasted to local cable at the witching hour. There are rituals everywhere , sex rituals, God-hole rituals, sacrifices.
You must sacrifice a piece of yourself to gain another. You must sacrifice an image to capture another. Sacrifice a child, sacrifice a lover , sacrifice yourself in the name of … whatever God or demon the people are choosing to worship in that time and place .
There are those smiling on the other side of every closed door , laughing at all those who don’t have the password. Look through the keyhole, see them on hands and knees conjuring a spirit. There are those who wish they were on the other side of that door. And there are, of course, those who prefer to watch.
Darkness is the strongest force of nature. The human project has always been finding the light to keep the darkness at bay, and all of the beasts of skin and sinew that lurk beyond the campfire’s radius. The beasts in the dark want nothing but flesh, they have everything and crave even more, they are clothed in the finest silks and their temples are encircled by golden crowns, and all they want is Incessant
desire and to wear obscene faces as masks. They want to see the prophets displayed on crosses and rusted pikes, they want to see bodies flayed and skinned, Insatiable masters of the flesh.
Darkness is the strongest force of nature. The human project has always been finding the light to keep the darkness at bay, and all of the beasts of skin and sinew that lurk beyond the campfire’s radius. The beasts in the dark want nothing but flesh, they have everything and crave even more, they are clothed in the finest silks and their temples are encircled by golden crowns, and all they want is Incessant
desire and to wear obscene faces as masks. They want to see the prophets displayed on crosses and rusted pikes, they want to see bodies flayed and skinned, Insatiable masters of the flesh.
There are those that lean forward over a candle with an outstretched smile. They know the end is coming and they do not care
The Possessed, The Possessed are
everywhere. Pigs running off a cliff
The Possessed, The Possessed are
everywhere. Pigs running off a cliff
Inferno. Faces looking gaunt . in the morning after burning sky fratricide during a tornado warning walled up inside a Chapel. Inferno , Hell, Look around and tell me the world hasn't already ended. At the train station there are television screens with red rectangles hovering over faces.
Database of faces catalogued by class , compressed into a lower
resolution and masked by noise. It's getting darker,
it's getting darker and my eyes won't adjust, the aperture can't be opened wide enough to detect that strain of light from the Detonated
church . A great gathering of men , a great gathering of thought criminals and thieves in the Cradle of postmodern civilization .
Inferno, Hell , The individual splitting into two. Every idea is fractured there are no clear lines of thought, every sentence is a run-on now and sometimes they end without warning .
Everyone will die for something , inside Every chamber there is some
Old fashioned punishment being carried out . Organisms are splitting into two , Souls are splitting into two, Patricide outside the foreclosed library .
Records , logbooks offered up at auction. Faces offered up at auction, the highest bidder is hidden behind a one way mirror. Going once,
Inferno. Going twice, going once, sold to the suicide bomber sprinting down the County Road.
Database of faces catalogued by class , compressed into a lower
resolution and masked by noise. It's getting darker,
it's getting darker and my eyes won't adjust, the aperture can't be opened wide enough to detect that strain of light from the Detonated
church . A great gathering of men , a great gathering of thought criminals and thieves in the Cradle of postmodern civilization .
Inferno, Hell , The individual splitting into two. Every idea is fractured there are no clear lines of thought, every sentence is a run-on now and sometimes they end without warning .
Everyone will die for something , inside Every chamber there is some
Old fashioned punishment being carried out . Organisms are splitting into two , Souls are splitting into two, Patricide outside the foreclosed library .
Records , logbooks offered up at auction. Faces offered up at auction, the highest bidder is hidden behind a one way mirror. Going once,
Inferno. Going twice, going once, sold to the suicide bomber sprinting down the County Road.
I promise an angel will come
I promise an angel will come
I promise an angel will come