Cómo puede contener tanto peso el vacío

asthenia

not impressed by his thunderballs
i plunder malls, he goes under + crawls
i’m walking on the walls
wonder if he’ll survive this install 
i don’t offer an emergency call 

in here, it's always either suspect or victim 
she tolerated the game until she kicked him 
got a hold of his crown jewels + she gripped ‘em
picked up the documents + she ripped ‘em 

there’s no sex allowed in my combat zones 
so quietly, we devour the tomcat’s bones
like a bunch of prom brat clones
like he recites a holy psalm that moans 

stands guard at the gate, stays hard while he gapes
while she whispers “not all heroes wear capes” 
do the curtains match the drapes?
will he ever recover from this sex tape?

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i transmit disease: venereal vector
just helping out: i’m a natural selector 
avid collector of men’s precious nectar
a public servant in the private sector 
 
he loves to be called a good boy,
with his mouth open wide like a dying koi
lay coyness to rest on this ground i’ve blessed
waste no time getting sacrifices undressed

won’t recognize him after this procedure
they say i’m anti-vaccine but pro-seizure 
i crush bones with boots + kill clones in suits 
on my suburban commute, i’m prone to shoot 

been hunting for years to find a real man
his corpse covered by my college meal plan 
i invoke the colonizers + steal land 
not satisfied til i pluck + peel strands 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait 

i’m like if the blair witch drank some jet fuel 
reveling in the threat of duels with drool
my intentions can never be too cruel 
i throw him into the deep end of the pool

so nasty: he’s a bottom feeder like a carp 
i’m very sharp + i’ll play him like a harp 
come around like stomach flus, i'm sick too 
in church: bible paper airplanes + lick pews 

can’t believe he’s considered an adult
find it difficult? then join a different cult 
result’s him in a circus catapult 
injury’s so much more than an insult 

with steady hand, i prepare the poison 
say i’m celibate but i still let the boys in
i drip droplets like i’m meningitis
it's a calling: i bathe men in my piss 

i’m filthy but i’m holy like a lord 
dirt cheap but still more than you can afford 
light as a feather + stiff as a board 
legs crossed as tight as a locked ward 
it takes time for the data to formulate
for revenge, i assume that form you hate 
oops, you came back to the dorm too late
so predictable: stalkers swarm the bait

Thunderballs (prod. Aaron Lepley)

consequences (they're never gonna stop me)

remix of Enereph's "As a Point" 
https://enereph.bandcamp.com/track/as-a-point-2
art by Sam Lubicz

https://seaclones.bandcamp.com/album/northern-biotic

Seaclones - As a Point

talking heads - thank you for sending me an angel (trans zimmer remix)

From Afar

bols

iedomu islande

Aizveries

Es Tevi atradīšu,
un Tev būs tā jaukā, baltā koka māja Mežaparkā,
apjozta ar augstu balta koka sētu;
es Tevi atradīšu,
un aiz vārtiņiem,
(nē, tas ir vējš, kas tos pagrūž)
aizvedīs glīti bruģēts celiņš
stiebru pa stiebram cirptā zālienā
līdz balta koka šūpolēm;
es apsēdīšos tajās
(nē tas ir vējš, kas tās šūpo),
un skatam pavērsies balts jo balts dārzs,
kas galu galā sabeigs Tavu muguru,
bet mīlestība bez sāpēm
jau nav nekāda mīlestība -
gluži kā futbola bumba,
kā ziedi, saliekušies zem svara,
kā Tu, kas nes vissmalkākās, visbaltākās smiltiņas
baltai koka smilšukastei,
starp izmētātām balta koka rotaļlietām lavierējot

Tur es Tevi atradīšu,
un nobirs visi Tavi cukuriņi, Tavai ābelei noskurinoties,
kad iešu tai garām;
pie manis pienāks suns, paskatīsies man acīs
un, izvairīdamies no mana glāsta,
atgriezīsies balta koka būdā;
(man nav smaržas,
es mūžam paliku septiņpadsmitgadīgs)
un kā tumšs pleķis, krāsai loboties,
es Tevi atradīšu,
pieķēdētu tam visam ar vienu vienīgu zelta ķēdes posmu

mūsu atmiņas ir saindētas
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Man palīdzēja:
Uģis Jansons ar saksofonu;
Alise Golovacka ar flautu;
Rūta Rozenfelde ar piebalsi.

Ierakstīts "Barona Buduārā",
Mix/Master - Uģis un es

Mūsu Atmiņas Ir Saindētas

Unreleased Recording from 2012.
To be released on 'Kotorhizome,' Archive Series from Slowdown Records, 2021.

Mūsu Atmiņas Ir Saindētas

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