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cirrocumulus
02:59
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Opposite End of The Fracturing
A Great Leap in One Lifetime
Goodbye Apocalypse
The Second Shift: When Left Home
Odyssey Begins
Walls Have Doors
Silent Spirit
A Trillion Hours of Twilight
Bashful Shadow
Point of No Return
Emergence
Resonance Cascade
Stillness in the Storm
The First Lesson
Waking Up
Voices From the Outside World
The Way Out Is Through
Connecting The Dots Over The Horizon
Reality is a Cloud
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A miniscule wave
expressed severely.
Unhinged from the first message. It is a continual sequence of zeros and ones. The only meaningful thing we can say is that this pattern repeats itself over and over again:
Burning wheel, super silent cult tremors, record side shuffle backstabs – you name it.
Baroque theories attributed and played out as narrative gimmickry.
Sleeping
clarity obscured.
Some will call it bullshit.
I don't think it's bullshit.
I think it's really good fun.
Everyone has a reason.
Manipulated through stylised artifice.
Like the butterfly wings of a Venus flytrap.
Like the phoniness of a prop turned inside out.
Like aesthetics converted to a plastic sack.
Each an illusion, each identity borrowed, used.
Each voice the product of the last one.
Dazzling fantasy made flesh.
Without blood, touch or panic.
Tension upon your proprioception,
A discrete feeling-
visions of the process.
You have moved swiftly through the narrow.
You have passed the staring faces
from which you have been hearing silence.
As your fingers began to close on the remains-
The rest of the meaning will come in time.
The large, long arduous bed
thrown about like the seed in its jar.
Is it a bed or a void?
All my senses worked to the full.
At the beginning the universe was small,
it became large:
I would learn
it was narrow.
Something I could cover in one move.
We did cover it
of course.
There was an enclosed space.
It was a calm place.
(My beating heart was calm!)
Yet it was not completely closed-
(The room being a closed place.)
And so it was that an invisible mass
of phenomena brought about its end,
only a black area in the early morning.
I am the end of all manifestations,
the last line to the end.
Slowly
hollowed-out
the body being drained.
(My heart was calm!)
(My skin was calm!)
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3. |
yuri
02:15
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youth had won bye
wrested from your berth
beyond apes brink be at nervousbringers
wheat when botched yolk waving beat
yuri asking bickering, under ones breath
brawn and assorted ads bob blocked out wasted long ago
worn amen, bred
ask someone where im buried
bath flow abetted by age
kids caused it
managed originating
tons
threshold nailed
endogenous fluttering
wondering
backbiting
same but different
far hallelujahs
gospel truth
trust assured
questions handled
click and dole shots of ignition petals
size substantial laminar horrid flooding crying in kind
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4. |
little white bat wing
02:52
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Chainmail ringlights flashing,
little white bat wing
disintegrated.
Trembling and trembling
eyes of fire.
A stain on the sword which pierced through cellophane
something in the dark.
Willing captives
they know where to find them
agony.
The winter to come first marked by destruction
then with spring as a return.
All the violence
it holds everyone in its grip.
Beaded torturers and annihilating pyres
lure everyone into their hands.
Using your thoughts and memories
to make you their vessel.
The endless coming day
as their final destination.
A vengeful defiance
now to finally arrive.
The eternal night to leave behind a wake of terror
that fractures the foundations of ontology;
but is the death of our false sense of security.
Seeing through the human mask
and rooting out your weakness.
Purifying
in their cold inhuman eyes.
It's time we face the truth.
We are dying
and the weapons are the most horrific
of all.
It will lead to an end-
The horror and bloodshed
and hell-on-earth
will be all but forgotten.
You'll have seen everything
that is mortal and wondrous.
What we all came to witness
a death that they're still demanding.
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5. |
13,452 days
03:58
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The clock cannot stop running-
I might outlast it
and find the things they put away.
In and out of concern in new places
snarling out of habit and rage.
The Day is coming,
but the only way to get better
is to accept.
And to fall asleep
and not wake up
until the day you are given
a choice.
And it 's a beautiful day for a ride
all by yourself.
In the cold gray between a tree
and a hole in the ground.
May not last long but each moment is
so magical.
The perfect link, as long as you have it
to listen to.
"Washcloth red;
but neither mine nor theirs
seemed to help."
Our past has its own agenda.
We cannot outrun it.
It consumes us.
Although it's something I didn't pick;
I choose to not fight this curse
and live my life to the fullest.
Instead of questioning
if this is life?
I choose to believe
it will be a good one.
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6. |
delirium
03:43
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The sprightliness of proponents
administrative autarchy puppets.
Implicit learnedness evolving-
the heartbreaking divine lists knowledgeable devotions.
Amply discovering providential illuminating.
The logical proposed cherub
makes an unexpected deal.
Show delirium join warmth.
Tenants baptize ideas neither expected nor wanted-
but welcomed.
Embrace the path and part-
well read, righteous.
Plainly I walk untrodden locations
relying on stern discovery.
The muse conveys self excitement.
Encouragement contributes joyful happenings.
Strengthening Offices.
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7. |
ad astra per technica
02:47
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Tactile response of false-alarm doors &
file-label recall.
Routine unannounced maintenance of door mechanisms;
there has been no single theory presented that has all these issues resolved.
Deaf and Blind-
Minor physical capabilities,
expanded sample size, disclaimers.
Dissolving acid bath:
search method, selection of factors, number of data points,
different methodology to predict.
Snuff me out quickly.
Downloads procured from
some unknown
doubtful and unreliable source.
restraint, suturing, prophylactic/curative,
pen/tape, restraint questions, weight, placement,
and fining agents.
Detained-
Lawful Interrogation of a Slain Body.
Behavior control techniques:
cuffing, shackling, supine restraint,
sleep deprivation, hypnosis, asphyxia,
coercion, injury to organs, internal examinations,
are all things that could be used to break a body down, and probably should be used in any case.
G-d's Protection from Vulnerabilities
sketches, implements, different tactics, variations,
a subjective reference
and clinical concept.
I can take this-
or I can let it end here.
Hand in the room.
my desk under your bed.
No matter what you do
every word is a lie.
My world will be void of thought and reality.
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8. |
butterfly clothes
02:11
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Welt habitation and motional libation;
cadmium red in an iron framework.
Indiscreet
confinement induced by
hand-picked acclimations.
Brutal styles; Janus-faced ascetics with:
anesthetic symbolism of pleasure
ambiguous diversion
atrocious hangover.
Shedding butterfly clothes, saucer eyes,
cold pressed fern tears,
prostration to moon petals and
a graze of sharp teeth.
An allusion to the death drive in parasites:
haematite emaciation
lavish and buzzing spell
sacred occult flourishes
afloat in troubled waters.
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Divine Light interspersed by lines
My Love is the pits…/ The end has come…
I need a refuge…
Where it’s free, where it’s blue…
I get a small sliver of clarity…
Oh so these kids are still here…
Play me with me, play me why don't you?
We are burning, I’m on fire
My love is the pits
I am dying
Oh I’m running.
I could be a dog
Limp
In the Summer Sun.
But you shot my bullet
Old Yeller
Love is a God that comes to die.
We are the people
Who lie on stage
I am on my knees.
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10. |
dizzy and inexorable
02:14
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Scrambled.
IIluminated.
Transubstantiated
and illuminated and illuminated transubstantiate-
Unwilling defaulted panpsychistic garroting.
The directorial lamb's regal
unhanged ridges.
Dizzy and inexorable like
interactions with Sabbaths.
Eliminated megapolitan ghosts
but not nightly mimics.
An omission of blooms not lessened by
a tremendous accumulated revival.
Desolated by correlating a scungy reference and articulating dread exertions.
Perceptions crossbred
intermittent loading and
aural ephemera.
Remembering blessings
half-asleep, softened.
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kelpy lee Moorhead, Minnesota
Audio Journal
est. 2018
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