compulsion is as compulsion does

there is no reason to do this, no reason to write, no reason to share. there is no reason to make music, or noise, or whatever. there is just a compulsion, childish shit-sharing, i keep sharing this shit. there are millions of better, more talented musicians, millions of more committed magicians, and endless numbers of more dedicated decadents. And all this space, this unimaginable virtual space, being endlessly filled with noise, chatter, shit, more shit, on and on. everyone can express, ejaculate, emote. images - millions of images - that's what i eat - i got orgasms - i got screams.

remix re/minded

i took out the drums
i didn't know why i'd left them there in the first place
a lack of confidence perhaps

all sounds are sourced
from the original 
perhaps this is what i meant


 

the completist fails

back then i had this plan
to record everything
to publish everything
to spew myself in techniclour glory
a process/eon of microbe quality emissions
it didn't happen
i pushed the wrong button
or didn't push the button at all
i spluttered my way thru'
spittle flying with no record
now/here i put something out
with piss and spittle
something old, crumbling
something once upon a time
with no happy ending
no ending at all...

extraction as exorcise

wittered words
one
another
and so on 
(cut out the dead flesh
experiment 1
 

ancient curse

The far queue - ancient curse by TFQ

inside my head,
the cut-throat cacophony,
screeching of a thousand gulls,
possesses me.
i cut you up.
a thousand pieces, a thousand
ribbons of you,
i dress my hair
with you,
a medusa wig,
a thousand snakes hiss
powerless,
curse the cutting deed.
i wear you.
i take yr power,
in samson vengeance,
my hair is you.
and i am
no longer eyeless
no longer with the slaves.
inside my head,
with a cut-throat mind,
i cut you up -
scarlet ribbons of you

ben e king revisited

here's benny!

demon eyes see

crash thru' the bush

branches broken

between teeth leaves 

catching time

hold the breakthru'

here, the centre of universe

what you see is what you get

dragons, snakes, blood, devils

flux of desire and death

a girl smoking...

role...distraction

 

still water still drowns 

depths unfathomed

beauty not easily  found

but easily lost

here i am

a prospective ant's nest

in words, from words, to words

the moon half

body shifts, waiting

a boat, static

an indulgence for the pilot

an expression of vacation

absent being

a holiday

the god is pre/sent

pa, pa, pan!