Painghosty Dreamlaughs

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"Painghosty Dreamlaughs" is about at least four things. 1. Exorcizing the leftover ailments of long lost lovematic twist ties sealing off plastic knapsacks of birdblood and forty oz. bottles of mint water. 2. Letting go of dusty old apparitions by pulling apart flowerpillows pedal by pedal until the skin is clean green as chromakey pure, backlit by cascades of candles. 3. Light slicing through horizon stripes like kites causing eclipse collisions of cylindrical ellipses. 4. The different kinds of organically malleable laughtracks that permeate wildly through the hilarity of one's own firehosing sense of of directional trajectory.

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released November 11, 2011

Cover Photo Credit: Kyle Chitwood
Special Thanks to Jason Nanna and Seakn for additional mixing assistance.

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Track Name: HEARTACHE HILL (Prod. by Kipp Zavada)
My Bonnie Lass, she smileth on Heartache Hill

A man stands up before a jury of his peers
he is only wearing one shoe
the other in his hand
He declared,

GEORGE IV of the Quintessant: I do declare, in my own defense or perhaps in my offense depending on how you look at it that I was never better than any other human though sometimes lessor unfortunately however NOT MUCH LESSOR! I offer one piece of penance for my guilt, I have a alas one shoe to sacrifice that my life might be salvaged!”
JURY: George the forth of the Quentessant, what do you expect us to do with a shoe?

GEORGE: I expect you to walk!

JUDGE: TO WALK?

GEORGE: Yes to walk.

JURY: Very well, you shall be sentenced to one night on HEARTACHE HILL. And then you shall be permitted to return to the Quintessant, though no one has ever returned to the Quintessant from HEARTACHE HILL.

GEORGE: May my bonnie lass be permitted to visit me on HEARTACHE HILL?

JURY: That is strictly forbidden.

BONNIE LASS, seated in the crowd, frowns and sheds a tear...

RHEINHOLD: Stop!

The crowd gasps; my brother Rheinhold

RHEINHOLD: George! You musn’t allow this, no man has ever returned from Heartache Hill. In the name of our father you must stop! Good sir, please take me instead, I will wear your shoe in such a nasty place, that I may not hurt my feet!

GEORGE: Quiet Rheinhold. This is something I must do for our family. I must walk up the hill of heartache with dignity and valour...

RHEINHOLD: Oh, if you must go then you must take my staff to fend off the evil trolls that lurk upon the damn dark dirt floored forests of HEARTACHE HILL. I shall do my utmost George. May you be armed with the strength of a steadfast wind

BONNIE LASS: George! Remember me!

GEORGE: Remember you I shall, my Bonnie Lass, for that is the only thing that shall bring me home safely.

George walks on into the dead of the afternoon, deep in the forest. It is melancholy walk that turns into a very scary walk. Scary noises and voices are heard and George gets very scared. There is a rustle in some bushes...
GEORGE: What the bloody hell?

A scary voice calls from behind the bush...

VOICE: I HAVE LOST MY EXTRAVAGANCE! I HAVE LOST MY EXTRAVAGANCE! I HAVE LOST MY EXTRAVAGANCE! I HAVE LOST MY EXTRAVAGANCE!

My Bonnie Lass, she smileth on Heartache Hill.
Track Name: GENERATIONAL TEAR (Prod. by Deaf Dot Electrics)
perhaps first you should let yourself wear a mistake's spinning pendant
fluctuate perfection resting in bays of indiscretions understood by swimming swans and all the children drawing helicopters,
by gesture tapping feelings with a cane, releasing inward energetic embarassments, any withholding is massive
notice the sun Rising, bid morning to love lingering in bed between red flannel sheets,
tell this to the spoken skin of bedfellows in aching nights,
skin still graced with vague, heat escaping in waking air, escaping in breath, night escaping in light, escaping
longing, an emotion in the reflection of a flesh , imperceptibly caught between nixed nets of whisty displacement

Tear a hole in the dream,
love's transmission between brains
ranging from mothership wonderment to nameless exchanges between strangers,

the sun slid over the moon and the moon paused atop the sun and one hundred and one stars were born, screaming with light in the waking night
blunder love imitating forms of porpoises
like intimate moments before dress
i never unliked sex on rooftops
anything, vinyl chairs

in contrast may you you find meaning,
without brightness you can't see anything
needing a shadow, color and form,
subsidiaries of the coming storm
deep diving into the morning's black yawn...
...lovers cried out in angst, gripping each other's spines and whining honestly because they still knew how to hurt
...though they pretended against each other
...against each other's respecktive grain
Track Name: POWERS of DISAMBIGUATION (Prod. by Randall J. Luecke)
powers of disambiguation and elation
update your plates for recent places

powers of disambiguation and elation
gave way to havenplay
masons say they paved the way
oscilloscopic boxing to knock out eyelids
oh mary it was so scary you be glad you weren't there

your physical form ripens the sky with eyelids blinded by the blast of leviathon
bathing the babe with mannequin hands
darling made the spaceship change its plans

fresh water private oxygen silent auction

oh my darling fear no cake or pie, give your permit to that guy
wear your circuit's shirt with pride
mind the outside influences hindering your inside

bathin the babe with mannaquin hands
darling made the spaceship change its plans
the most morbid court ordered florist is the horrible-ist

and you will know him by the smell of the air under the flaps of the wings of the butterfly fox,
which is undoubtedly how he will be getting there
unless of course he takes the train


take yourself back to when you were flying thru computer world
and nothing mattered
you scattered your face's waking devotional hopeful need to know to
the needing of one to slow one's roll

harps plucked by the teeth of the winged creeps
who sleep in jeeps and play for keeps

and i am you to you and me to me
but you are not me to me,
you are you to you, i am not me to me

powers of disambiguation and elation
update your plates for recent places

Negative 999 reminds you to Update your plates for recent places. Fantantric Deals, Saving Surprise, 1 hundred and 1, reasons to commit. Update your plates for recent places. Remember to wash, step backwards once a day, service your rotary wizard, give luck to deserving renegades. Update your plates for recent places. Maintain within the tunnel, check phone and addage module, keep head in repentance. Update your plates for recent places. Don’t forget to pay who you put in power, freeze drip animal paste, -$999 on clearance waste. Update your plates for recent places. Estimated time, unknown, retirement plan, unknown, expiration date, unknown. Negative 999 reminds you to Update Your Plates for Recent Places for the sake of the greater society...
Track Name: LOVE OFTEN DEF (Prod. by Randall J. Luecke)
Love Often Def

love often deaf
no antennae scream from deep within
no bliss to contend with
whatever as long as there’s someone to do your best with
to fall through the chair as it were
on the porch
with no clothes on
love often def

its just you and the alone
a poem of a you being you being loved
going to the place that only we know about
tie becomes a blindfold
and hands cut the holes
that no one else can follow
it could be that love
only leads to tears
once a day a crying spell overflew the flybye
i don't care, i don't care, i don't care

Love Often Def
i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care
as long as there’s somebody to lose your breath with

it could be enough to stay under bathwater as long as you can with your eyes open wide and you’re burning with shampoo your hands have gone raisin
i remember when you were a grape LOVE OFTEN DEAF
i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care
as long as there’s somebody to do your best with

I CRY AS THE PLANE TAKES OFF
not for quiet little birds
not for television’s words
not for shark teeth i concur but yes
for the proper creation of worlds
NO NOT FOR TEACUPS IN THE BURBS
PERHAPS FOR WHALES WHO SWIM IN HERDS
of carp
not for the 100 strings of joanna newsom’s harp

aren't you tired of people who
only take photos of themselves?
lets slice trees into books
lets hide treasures in nooks

let's feel something that
a camera can't capture
smiling over your slides in deep reality
on a stage walk around on a balloon
that is something worth being born for

special hands to make you feel sweaty
and a hundred boxes filled with silver wheels and safety pins
and cooking magazines deathly still windchimes and
and unanswered texts and flat out regrets

Oh, terrible, terrible regret.

The answer was on the table but
After I saw it I forgot to look...

suddenly I became the abyss that everyone was looking at
there’s a lot of life watched by sunsets
and life is often watching sunsets lots

o girl
how can i miss you
its just me and the alone
these are just the things a person writes

i’ll die in a double un-tundra
i don’t care i don’t care i don’t care
LOVE OFTEN DEAF
Track Name: CANDY COUNCIL (Prod. by Seakn)
I can feel your eyes on me
like candy coated hands so feel thy skeez
dangling legs in a chlorined stream
those eyes one brown one brown and green
darling dear don’t lose your hat
touch your finger to your nose and point at that
SKY you ought to tie it to a string
around your winged finger make a memory bling
i can hear the jams that your eyes sing
swooned out over hot air balloon energy
like warm worn hands your eyes to me
omg you laugh so musically
did you notice my toes wigglng when you walked in front of me
walking then running out to the sea
holding your hat down
a new word for bluebird you are to me
skin momentary like a pay movie
its called I CAN FEEL YOUR EYES ON ME
LAUGHING SURREPTITIOUSLY
you were not in the book
written for the screen
formatted for television
but you stole the scene
you did your homework while watching tv
if i ever kiss you i would put it on my cv
SUCH A SWEET EXISTENCE IT WOULD BE
if this became what what we each would be separately
i carry myself like a torrential storm report
a glass house’s reflection of clouds
the candy council reigns supreme
they can upgrade you from princess to a queen
but i can offer no illusion of deity
i can just feel thy eyes on me

you can just ignore us
i’ll sing you again like a coda or chorus
the soda implores us
my god you’re gorgeous...

and fairies ain’t nothin but macguffins
hold up
look at that sky...
did you ever see such a sky?
did you ever see such a sky?
Track Name: MAGNETIZED INSIDES (Prod. by Sonmi)
rainbows pushing beyond the surface of a hot air balloon twist
clowns around the angel
anyway lost his mind rewinding, rekindling
in essence a wilted willow at best
in awestruck agony we wilted at once
if we decided we understood

each one spoke his turn (x3 in different voices)
in centimeter changes we spoke (WES POKE!)
inelegantly of horsefeathers and claptraps
cognizant yet of our intangible endagerment
laughing as if we knew something at any time
cognizant yet of our intangible bewilderment
laughing as if we knew something at any time

at dawn you find yourself
building a statue
out of everything that once was vague
the fine line between being yourself
and being the betterment of everything involved with yourself
standing between mirrors there can never be a focal point
or scrap metal sheepskin
pointing at the deep wind
of a perforated glass head coveted rainbow mask set
perfect hiding place
sitting deep inside of a lion

agreed,
without becoming both
enterprise or
half assed hands
left
over newlywed unsplit gatling guns
civilised,
o look at california go
how automatically it knew to render me
you can’t do anything anymore
how automatically it knew to render me
you can do anything that you want

in this type of exudate
you cannot breathe
putting wet around the layers of electric carpet coating your brain
that’s the way the house breaks
the house BREAKS
regret swells like a daisy in your hair
poorly tied blindfold in a treehouse
all in a whispers hush
and a flippant fire fly eye
to tell gory ghost stories by
there’s nothing quite mother
to a failed disgust discussed with the dust
to keep in mind a simple mind to field a graceful loss
all were brought back with wings of good returning
good returning
all were made silent by the doorbell’s ring
you could hear the statues breath
people don’t die, they just die
time is a folding viral spiral everything is true
a rusted large american fork painted on side of a white yacht “all is grace”
concrete had no right on the back
and you wake up with black
painted over your eyes trying not to step on the skulls stuck in the sand
i’m getting stuck in the sand
trying not step on the skullz stuck in tha sand
i’m getting stuck in the sand
Track Name: PERFORMANCE OF BOMBS (Prod. by Randall J. Luecke)
she was
throwing lit off light bulb off sky scrape night shapes
doodling mandalas
near death experience’
scathed by blaze
spoke with a gaze

it once had been cool, “I waited up for you”

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

met me in wake wet face cold sweat warm lake
guessing the tension’s impressions of restlessness

“go ahead” she said toward the one thing feared.
states one claim upon deaf ears:
“own it, if you’re gonna do it, love it.
pass the ball to the big man dunk it”

love yourself like a heated argument
a trip and a fall, shadows stuck to the wall
love yourself like a performance of bombs
a trip and a fall, shadows stuck to the wall

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching him move

took a chance back from a step within the groove
stillness and standing while watching her move

searching for a little middle finger way to wait longer
looking for a shirt to take off in the summer
all the men wanted to stun gun her number one hit wonder
ARTICULATE BLUNDER
befell her
he just wanted to walk by and smell her (that was enough)

she lay in bed naked reading needs on the ceiling

scathed by the blaze
she spoke with a gaze

she gave him a took and he gave her a look

he was searching for a middle little later way to wait longer
looking for a shirt to take off in the summer
it once had been cool i waited up for you

now she’s reading a magus zine in the back of a limousine wave
heading home
saw the signs in the stars

far away from the glass in the lock of her eyes
bags in the trunk earbuds bumping old funk...

once
it was all ready to go
she woke up from
a strange fantasy slept

on a mossy rock a billion lightyears from earth
she saw a zebra laughing hopped and happy
crabwalking backwards through tall grass
waves lap over her legs
tide comes to a head
all the way out to the trees
water up to her knees

she only carried a few things
none of them necessary

with a twist of the arm she fell back into space
like being in a lake no one knew how to wait
wet stump splitting cut from a chunk
get pumped sucking blood from a trunk
she danced like she did her own stunts but he embodied the funk

she awoke years later at the edge of a cliff
fear waiting to pang its fang into her last name’s lip
she was a fog and she knew the cloud would catch her
if she decided to slip

a chick who knew how to fly
and tie a tie in the by and by
she hardly even noticed she had changed lives…

in fact she could have been made of dust
the sail fills with gust
when she smiled she made others smile
Track Name: GOLIATH SHARDS (Prod. by Deaf Dot Electrics)
overwhelmed before bed
fell asleep on a wet pillow
twelve hours later
awake in the same body
relative identity

while walking along the brick path to the car
i felt a painghosty surrounding my sculpture
i thought, just make it past the mail box
and then i thought, just make it to the car
and then i thought, must defrost windshield with wiper fluid
then i thought, just focus on driving
make sure to stop completely at the stop sign
take a left on holton when no cars are coming
ease into your stops at the lights
drop her off at class, make a left at the police station

too much possibility, forced focus nevertheless this day is death


***

letting go the oars
in the backlogs of several selves
shards of the cells i used to be composed of
lighitting up the sky with dismembered minds

goliath shards
letting go the oars
in the backlogs of several selves
goliath
shards of the selves i used to stay clung to
until consciously sick of this momentary chime

goliath shards
letting go the oars
in the backlogs of several shelves

shards of the shelves i used to put boxsets on
abraham lincoln falls to the floor

goliath shards
letting go the oars
in the backlogs of several shells
shards of the shells i used to steal from beaches
saving something beautiful from turning into sand



sitting pretty as a weeping willow tree
every time you think of me in a tree watching you watching trees
hack cut it down bury it underground feel the feast under your feet when you walk through your gardens
now this is a song i can talk over

a song heard from another room
walking through the light at you
preventing venting by enlightening the heightening
exorcize rites by doing the right thing

pitting everything against a pyramid
to send shivers
lifting a series of decisions
amid missles
whist and bliss mixing in the myst
of life's driftless existence
eidetic light shifts when you climb cliffs
and time dips below the line
i'm tired of trying to ecclipse this
im not sure i can like this
i'm too sensitive for life
i just hope today passes
and i can keep my sunglasses on for as long as possible
Track Name: WAITE (Prod. by Stumblesome)
Frozen pustules of what you have done
and what you have left un
what dust collected on
perceived and distributed by death
observed by wrath, referential irreverence
to be or have as has when

a cast of friends in a drama about poverty
consider yourself pitched
what wants want
gloves uncovered as if slow separation deepens the distance
as if fast factoids could crash into asteroids

when i hear the riots my sight goes violet
the next thing you know, emotional violence
secret emmissions or sentience ommissions
vision’s vision of a marathon mission

martian dartboards collapsing orange carts
fortresses asking for justice or at least just trust us
to nonplus your customer
beams of light choking the sky, orion’s belt

frozen pustules in mud
bloody knuckles in the sun
salamander suicide drill
we’ll meet you out in the open
grandfather’s knees bent
walk like man

RED LIGHTS CHOP OFF YOUR HEAD
LOW CEILING
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE FEELING
I AM NEW TO THIS WHOLE THING

plural, mutable
suitable incongruent human humor mural

OWN WHAT YOU’RE DOING
TRADE TOKENS FOR MOOD RINGS
choose being
OR ELSE WHAT?

how about not?

or else what?

HOW ABOUT NOUGHT

FREE EXIST NOUGHT

when he grew a little bigger he’d be digitaly glitched
backhanded by RAP BANDITS
and winning a losing battle

SOMETHING ABOUT WALKING WITH YOU IN THE COLD
SOMETHING ABOUT MAKING YOU LAUGH IN THE NIGHT
Track Name: EPITHELIAL KISS (Prod. by Deaf Dot Electrics)
and what of

today i move slowly in one direction, toward shy charge and horizon blurred, slow flowing arrangements of ripple water pillows, indigo mind gap open blow across vast astral extraction, flabberghastly masques
tired of the illegitimate quo, the projected estimate of the estimation, a destitute emancipation, look at me, blood moves through trees

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

staring forever leading me astray, teach me how to perceive, how to handle damage, how a question moths into an answer, what wall is this held up by its own steam
put my head on the stove and call it a home, i reach for the stars but dive for the ball and eat spaghetti sandwiches so what, the invigorate son lives a life of ideas

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

don't give me a pardon give me love like brain damage struck by the electric gut punches of life the confrontation is heavy, fallen apart outside, no means of adult communication everything is god or code

i'm trying to tell you something,

i am a slow wave pushing the shore back
soon all wishes granted
wounded soularflare
stare down at your read neckless
kiss me in the epithelial
as if i didn’t know where to look
kiss me in the epithelial

don't give me a pardon
give me love like brain damage
unwielding unfolding trauma to water,
the resistance we feel as our bodies are being pulled between between epiphanic worlds, but what of worlds, what world could there be but this one
the densities the planes the realms the boyanseas!

and what of this
forever, how could it be that we are stationary in time
nonlinear love in this dimensional counterwave,
the largeness finds us even in our homes where we hide from left turns and counter catastrophe with balancebeams

a fair wind blows to the best part of the ocean, a moon faintly wanes on some other magnetismus of stealth
teetering on the edge of the wind, will less defined, truly divine
Track Name: WOLFTANG Feat. Tsung and Eduardo Villanueva (Prod. by Kipp Zavada)
Tsung:
The battle is over before you know who the target is. Yo. I’m dark with this, Black Art with this, walk the park to this, spark to this, time to visit the Magus, we don’t play ‘Cuz. True Pagans we slay dragons in the air not a care, no worries on the world, time is an illusion, an intrusion of the mind, a deception of perception so use your best intention ‘cuz time is all you have, yo whachugunnado? Totally Krossed out since 4th grade, ain’t about getting paid, I’m cool with lemonade, I always make the grade. Yo we captains of this ship so where you wanna go, we not so-so or slow-flow, if you wanna get down with the mo-mo, we be yo bro whadda ya know? Life ain’t nothing but a ho-ho, I know-know, fo’sho’ sho gotta get back to the grotto, we be lotto, full-throttle, ambrosia in the bottle, whatchu know? Must be ferocious fo’sho. I be the quotient I’m pure, lights on lights off lights on who cares anyway same spectrum same anyhow what’s up earth people and where did you come from a dumb-dumb brainiac mind explode, I said it’s time to implode, I put it on the mic, start testing for the question I never be too hype and if you want to get the answer then it’s time to check the pudding true, I be putting it down for you, I said my humans be universal, no rehearsal kid, I open eyelid ‘cause that’s what the vid did, I said he done did it before he done done again, I bust leviathan rap yo the son of Sam.


WCT:
one is eternal
one skips
one says the right thing
the other is alone
agape, ultraviolet eyes wide
with the theft of death
steadfastly begging correction

that was the night everything changed
and the angel re-entered reality to be with these unhappy souls in amnesia
a whole ways away
a new criteria for handicapped space
stolen in poor taste
an old man negotiates a lake

something to say over samples on repeat
waking is finding a lover
blankets surrounding you

didn’t even known it was there
that summer was held in death
now i’m back up in the air
with multiple souls, orators and oracles

4 of Cups, 3 of Swords, Strength

EJV:

Everytime I come home
Makes me feel so all alone
Makes me feel so old
Feel myself getting cold

I like my keyboards clean
I like my ladies mean
I like my sodas cold
I like my ladies with soul

My name is Eddie V, that’s a V and 2 E’s
Putting words in my mouth, enthusiastically
Let me pause for a minute to pay respect
To all the M-E’s that ever hit the decks
there was sweaty V and Ed Money
and of course the Notorious EJV
Don’t hate, playa
of course my rhyme’s real slow
I don’t front and shit, I’m just taking the toll
I got no time for busters, rollin on Sil’s
I get a dog with no mustard cuz that’s my fill
I met Tank, I gave thanks
And then he gave me a swig of tha purple drank
Stay close to home
Never smoked an optimo
All my clothes I own have fuckin holes fuck it

I like my keyboards clean
I like my ladies mean
I like my sodas cold
I like my ladies with old

WCT
The sun’s coming to get you
Track Name: EXIT HEXAHEDRON (Prod. by James Moy)
exit hexahedron...
i’ve nothing to believe in... (3x)

i know you've been waiting for me in your bathrobe
and i've been doing digital gymnastics for pass codes

leave a light on because i will be in soon
and under the covers make room


there's something sexual about airplane hangers
or the way an evening dress will hang on its hangers

when you wake up you will find me there, naked
and nameless with my hands
in the air


a cartwheel left a crater in the silent pond
its a delicate issue
all things
come
ALIKE TO ALL

AT ONCE
[4TH WRITTEN WITH MIND SPINNIN]

in a blaze
IN A BLAZE OF LIGHT
i saw your face become pain when i came that night

in those days
THE MOON RAYS WERE RIGHT
and they came at night, but was that phase right



all i need
IS A BLADE OR KNIFE
to incite riots of the right light

TAKE ME TO THE DREAMPLACE
now on a shopping cart
treat me like your baby treats its baby

Code Expired Flexed Chest Hexahedron
Sexed And Vexed Left Breast Hexahedron
Paralyzed Flesh With Text Hexahedron
Essence Intent, An Event Hexahedron



TELL ME THE GATES ARE OPEN
I AIN'T HOPIN' FOR NO HOLY HOAXIN'
no jesus screaming across the sky

ADRIFT AND SKIPPING LIKE A STONE AGAINST CLIFFS MAKING
murders in bathtubs on mount everest
killt a mothafucka second guessing the wes
fulfilling the plan of distilling the dam
mothafuckas rolling off the roof of existence

JUSTIFIES EXISTENCE
PRESERVES RESISTANCE
OUT OF SIGHT
OUT OF SOUND
OUT OF LIGHT
OUT OF GROUND

Omega was the beggar at the foot of the Volcano
praying for the pussywillows

Niagra ate you

Before you had thought
you had vibrations by the milliots
titilate the tumbleweed with fire in the GULLET and you act so above it
could someone please elaborate on the wax

TROUBLESHOOT ANY TEMPLE FLUID
IN ONE EAR
OF THE LAMINATE PLANE’s
THOUGHTSTREAM PROPULSION
Track Name: TO AND FROM THIS POSITION IN CARBON (Prod. by Peter J. Woods)
To and From
THIS
POSITION
IN
CARBON

Less salvageable than a dead sweater in Rat Chapel
Less flattering than a sweaty hood on a shrill vulva
Sewing Samson into red leather in Octember
Meet me in the crawlspace and make sure to bring the cooking wine
Neat swivels in the vein weigh rivers of the midnight singers

So slowly you drift through my oxygen
solid drinks of friendly earthquakes
Chopped and Swallowed
by fire
never before these
Insufferable Accounts of Inadequate Attempts
Inexhaustible Floundering
Moments of Hesitation in Livid Situations
Mindful of the Testament to which we were created

Never fought for, Never Fought From

Selling Soot to Chimney Sweeps
Golden grid amid a golden bible saying stop
and you think you're so above it all

Underchanced Governments Undiscovering Wonderments
we were not born equipped to accept endangered animals

Fill your cup with blood in the club and shake it like a snowglobe
Dance on shattered glass with no shoes on be proud of the badge
Nature is embarrassing, Pretend it isn't happening

Fill your cup with blood in the club and shake it like a snowglobe

UNSAVABLE without inertia LIKE A DEAD PENDULUM
UNINTERRUPTABLE LIKE A PROPER WINTER
MANKIND WAS AN EXERCISE
RETURNS DIMINISHING

Fill your cup with blood in the club and shake it like a snowglobe

Sounding off from solid dead invisible trees in bulldozers

Molding you open with leaflets in your gold astounding
wet hands
brush off sins like dead skin in the wind
“Don't lose your grip in the Infinite Abysmal”

you'll be pulling icicles out of your eyes riding your bicycle in January

If you come crying, we'll say I told you so

you knelt down and kissed the birthmarks of the golden child
you were healed and let yourself fall upward into the sky

Houses Built In Beached Whales
you never know which way to hang
never centrifichaorganized ballistic
hang up on me while i'm screaming at you,

“avoiding obsessive behaviour to fill what now feels like an enormous void in your life”

They perplexed us with the sexes
Defying all our senses
we were silent sailors
unchangeably violent and violated
charged with possibility
like tv studio silence

cold corporate
Isolation naked but for perfection

She wore it like an iron-on eye smile

Infinite ice beaches outstretching inside
Colder than Shockwaves melting to make humans collide

We are not wanting Only
Notice this Alarm
This Allegiance of “One with All Beings”

Only Notice
The Sounds that surround You
in the Waves of the day

Allow your Body to fall, spirit to drift
Your tectonics shift, organs in orbit
As if you were a cartoon character and the illustrator’s grip slipped

You're not here, You're Everywhere.
In All Things
Unspaced And Occupied
The way you wear your Hair looks like a mushroom cloud
Surrounding Your Face
Expounding Grace
Surrounding Your Sound
Like a Hollering Hound

Sent Swimming through
Translucent Blue
Amid Internal rivers of lightless blood
Swimming through Vessels in black pants
To reach Ventricles moved by
Crimson Separation Commencement
A Beautiful Lady's Hand
Moved By Sinking
slow enough to regenerate
mimicking miniature mind roots screaming up from the Earth

You're not here, You're Everywhere.
In All Things
Unspaced And Occupied
The way you wear your Hair looks like a mushroom cloud
Surrounding Your Face
Expounding Grace
Surrounding Your Sound
Like a Hollering Hound

Fill your cup with blood in the club and shake it like a snowglobe
Its a taste and a taking away like night took the day
pretend not to listen as the dark did not glisten
Fill your cup with blood in the club and shake it like a snowglobe

I Survived The "Precious Beyond"
The Blast Was Nasty
Fallout Strong

from
MONKEY BARS TO FUNKY CARS
your life always seemed to have trajectory

THE WAY YOU FLIPPED YOUR HAIR TO THE DAY YOU TRIPPED ON AIR
you always seemed to understand the familiar

your friends are from heaven, they are the gifts you've been given

VISIONS OF CHILDREN, ALL REFLECTIVE, NOT CHOICE NOR PARANOIA
NOT HIDEOUS OVER EXAGGERATIONS OF WIND ON WINDOW
IN THE COLD SEASON
WHEN THE DOG WON'T QUIT
AND THE CAR WON'T START
BECAUSE OF THE WAY IT WAS BUILT

Self-Induced Schizophrenia
In the house where there is no wind
denotes the economy of youth
Track Name: ROOM TONE ft. ROOM (Prod. by Seakn)
Get the man a microphone and leave him alone
Anywhere I rock the mic is my home
ROOMTONE in the ZONE
under mortar and stone

I RAP TO STAY ALIVE
stagedive and walk home

INVISIBLE MAN
and I plan to stay unknown
when my skin rots you can gather my bones
and turn them into microphones
write poems with them
scrawl your names in the dirt
and fall over them
GET THE MAN A MICROPHONE
if he's moved to speak
own the beat treat it right with the bright speech
overflow or might leak tongues from white cheeks
my hoody keeps the light off my hide and the bright out my peeps
all it contains are salt grains and vinegars
rappamaticscientism alphabets and integers
tone is the alchemist room is the veteran
the grandfather clock rap scars and ding dongs
the mind is an obstacle, my mom is in the hospital
stealing kids from crack moms while i make rap songs
my girl taps along, i miss her when i’m gone
i walk along the world and i’m rapping the feelings down
i talk to no one i rap to everyone
get the man a microphone and leave him alone



midnight strikes and a kid stole my bike
in a lightning storm i walked home in the cold
had to go back cuz i forgot my girl’s mocasins
keys between my knuckles for the mothafuckin muggers
i waited for the shadows to move and they hung loose
the night air made me feel right there in the quivering
evening even i was feeling the season change
nearly halloween i can’t believe it

confronted by nothing
but two shoes and a two brews
go home drink with my girl and watch youtube


get the man a microphone before you cast the stone
my name is room and that’s my man tone
we make them understand with rhythm and rhyme
“this must be our time” zone
Track Name: WESTERN MEADOW (Prod. by Wadadli)
EVERYTHING BREAKS DOWN TO LOVE
WHEN LOVE BREAKS DOWN TO LIGHT WE IGNITE
BECAUSE YOU KNOW
LIVING CELLS EMULATE LIVING CELLS
THERE’S NO SOUND ABOVE 12
BUT THE INAUDIBLE LOVE SO LOUD

my first n last crews were outcasts, wore beast masks, we passed the glass round the mast in a train game chain gang, me the capTain, word stained, rhyming aGain, we sailed the ocean to the plain, my gawd such a horizon you aint seen, greenest scene on the screen, if you no whut i mean
dusting off stars with my eyes as they go by, dont even gotta try it comes to me on the fly
evry girl turns pink when i toss ‘em a wink cuz i know what they think, let ‘em jump off my brink.
they climb me when they can find me, never mind me,
poem stylie
loud as a storm cloud unproud
and rowdy i blew up rooms with my tankkk said walk the plaink sugarskank hey i get frank
and crank-eee aint on the menu,
but i can get some indian food to put me in the mood
to step outside the rude and get nude not with a dude
but a lady dont ya hate me
no but really i wont sell you or tell you wrong in a song, just a lovemaker and heartbraker fulla soul smoke i broke that joke open like egg yolk
halomudz’ hood, feeling good as it should nothing but burned wood in my wake i take a break never, forever clever and ever flipping frases like grilled cheeses &
landing a three point
bigger than master blaster, when they slip in the slime the faster i climb, flip a dime, leave them all behind
my one crime is rhyme guess i’m doing time grinding my mind but i‘m postprime i’ll just get me some fine wine and a
soft breeze wish like them winds that kiss the tips of the grassclips in that WEStern meadow


CUT

THE

DUST

POISON THE DUST TO THE MUST
GET OLD
IN REVERSE UPON A FLIGHT
OF THE MIGHTY STORY TOLD

PLIGHT OF THE QUIET
SYMPOTHIZE WITH SIGHT
EMULATE LIGHT
TO FRIGHTEN TIGHTEN THE MOLD
EXORCIZING THE RIGHT TO GET GOLD
SMOOTH BUTTER TALK SO SPREADING THE FOLD
FANCY DANCES REPLETE WITHOUT MASKING
COVER THE CANDLE WITH HAND AND CROSS
BRIDGES OF SAND
RIVERS UNPLANNED

IN DEMAND CUZ I’M THE MAN ON THE FIVE YEAR PLAN
WITH A FLOW LIKE A KYTE TO KONTROL
WITH NO WYFE TO HOLD I TURN LIGHT TO GOLD
MADE LIGHTNING FOLD
I BURN BRIGHT I’M TOLD

IGNITE THE FORCE WITH A VOICE
INDULGE IN A VICE
GRIPPING THE MIC IS LIKE MAKING A CHOICE

MOTHS FLY TO THE SUN WITH RAZOR LASER TAZER GUNS
GULLS FLOCK TO THE SEA FIND SOMETHING TO EAT

JUMP OUT OF A TREE TO FLEE MY BODY

WHEN I ROCK THE PARTY
TAKE A PICTURE OF ME

SUN OF THE WOMB REFLECT OFF THE MOON
ALL OVER THE ROOM AS TRITE AS A TOMB

BREATHE IN SPACE
LEAVE WITHOUT A TRACE
WINGS OF LIGHT LUNGS OF KYTE
TRACE THE EMPTY
FILL IT WITH ENERGY

SMOOTH AS A SUN RAY
ON THE BACK OF THE NECK

lettered numbers, numbered letters
sweat got hotter and jets got wetter
love it alone in my zone driving to drone and remembering mones of the best ones pick up my phone it’s a no no

heave up pages to collage, thoughts come in a barrage
then like this i rearrange into something very strange,
the freshest fits your mom aint heard
what’s the werd
open the eye third
take form as a bird
crossing a galaxy way beyond you, nerd

words multiply themselves like cells
hells bells look out the shells are fallin for this basket baller

take cover as the tank rolls thru
he’s on to you like glue on glue what do you do?
get out the room less you lookin for a boom
CONSIDER YOUR POSITION ASSUMED
NAKED DE PLUME
EXQUISITE CORPSE OBSTACLE COURSE

USE THE FORCE WITH NO REMORSE
HUNG LIKE A HORSE, A VIKING OR NORSEMAN
ALL THE WAY OUT TO ALPHA CENTURION

THE CHILD IS NEXT TO NOTHIN WATCH HIM HOVERIN
LADIES LOVIN HIM
GODDESS BLESSIN HIM
UNDRESSING HIM UP

JAM BOX PROPER
PUT ON YA TALL SOCKS
AND HOP IN
LIKE MARY POPPINS
MEETS TOM ROBBINS

MY PARTY CAN BE HEARD
FOR BLOCKS BEYOND BLOCKS

BEYOND PARTY
NO EXITS LIKE JEAN PAUL SARTE
OR McFLY MARTY HELLO HELION ARE YOU IN THERE
LOOKS LIKE YOU GOT WORMS IN YOUR WELLINGTON
I TOLD WASHINGTON TO CROSS THE POTOMAC
WE BUMPED FISTS AND LAUNCHED RIGHT OVER IT

it was like you could cut the cool with a knife
and call someone you’ll love for the rest of your life
hopefully they answer the phone

because you want to say something important
that this specific moment of unstifled explosions is worth more