How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
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Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

They're hunting me every day.
Looming threat on the horizon.
Predator try and make me pray.
Looming threat on the horizon.
May I gain the horror's grace?
Looming threat on the horizon.
Now I see the devil's face.
Looming threat on the horizon.

Sharp teeth. Eyes red.
Will you join the glorious dead?
Will you see fit to help deplete this land
For elites' demand for completeness?
Weak stomach. Coward's strategy
On the back of the power's chastity.
Last longer in your fast lane fantasy
But they won't let you go on longer than you have to be

Useful. I saw the superficial and I wanted to embrace it.
Useful. Temporary safety disguised as the faceless.

Gun to your head now it's time for your discrete example.
Congregation cheers for a bullet in defeated temples.
Ernst Röhm, Maricón, Roy Cohn, knives out.
Long blades shave, turn your insides wide out.

Mortgage you future for five years of opulence
Knowing you're betrayed by the prophecy's confidence.
Is the extra year of life before the laying of the knife worth indignity?
The time bomb of providence?

Useful. A little more time getting coddled by the predator.
Useful. You aren't like me. You're only a competitor.

All the sights. All the smells. 
All the people meaning well.
Say you act like you should once
You're one of the good ones.
You make an enormous
Pathetic performance.
The normative chorus
Endorsing the torments.

Take a finger off. Crowd shouts "more."
Take your arm off. Crowd shouts "more."
They see your blood and they call you "whore."
This is the life you bargained for.

Take your legs and your eyes and your mouth and your 
Senses out from the real of doubt.
It's the final route. It's the fate of the unethical.
Your soul is more than merely hypothetical.

Might be too weak to hear it
But that's the sound of your putrid spirit.
Its whimpering, hoarse and desiccated.
Its source cut off when your force is domesticated.

Samples:
1. Law and Order: SVU, "Fallacy" (2003)
2. Strut Hear, Kid Koala, Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (2000)
3. Das Rheingold, Wagner
4. Ghosts: First Variation, Albert Ayler, Spiritual Unity (1965)
5. Sound Landscapes, Laughter in the Beaubourg, Freesound (2011)
6. Kid Charlemagne, Steely Dan, The Royal Scam (1976)
7. Le Tombeau de Couperin, Ravel
8. William F. Buckley and Gore Vidal debating

Looming Threat On The Horizon

I was created. Heart fated to manipulated.
Arc sated with marked hatred and
Stark relations to the dark days of our haven.
A star murdered by the arts statement.

Can't be saved, but you start saving.
What's the name that you aren't naming?
It's a fame where your famous.
Eternal peace that is not painless.
Steel soul but it's not stainless.
What's insane is that

The time I spent in this residence was brief.
Most hours suffered covering for other's relief.
Inside was an exercise made for grief.
Everyday the wolf. Everyday the teeth.
And I could see see beneath
His great unwillingness to injure me.
With all the violence of twenty-first century.
It's sensory but with an eccentricty.
All the pain is just Electricity.

And the angels wouldn't would help you...
I was torn to shreds over a sullen sky
An underneath the eye was the author's dread.
Where he lay his head. Where he dreamt of me
In an empty dream where he saw me dead.
And he wept for me 'cause he knew vice.
His dream necessitated my sacrifice.
Can't be resuscitated or you pay the price
With something drastic. She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.

From my body came a river of blood
Which unburdened the land and formed the basis love.
A small village evolved from the nourishing red.
As my eyes dissolved and melted out of my head.
Upon the flesh that is the altar
I formed the people's agriculture
And criminality in serial adulterers.
Take the salt and sow the land I made with seedy cults or
Solve the problem better yet with calls to fear me as the mother.

My muscle stretched to a horrendous length.
Tried to end its strength like a waifish saint.
What you are, you aint. It's the karmic paint.
Armageddon's date. It's almost at the gate.

And while it snuffs me out, you will watch again.
It's enough to doubt the resolve of man.
Do the best you can but you'll fall in love.
and you'll make me live so you can dress me up.

1. Seas of Cheese, Primus, Sailing the Seas of Cheese (1991)
2. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)
3. Vocalise-Étude, Olivier Messiaen, Carolina Eyck, theremin
Ievgeniia Iermachkova, piano (2017)
4. Concerto for Double Bass in F-Sharp Minor, Serge Koussevitsky (1904)
5. Casta Diva, Vincenzo Bellini, Norma (1831) Maria Callas (1958)
6. Twin Peaks: The Return (2017)

Meanwhile...

Lyrics

Summon a sentience from an abundance of emptiness.
No connectivity. Honestly common for solemn proclivities.
Had an epiphany - visions of enemies burning in effigy.
Feel like Persephone, taken away to a place that's not meant for me.
Or like a Kennedy, not 'cause I'm powerful,
'Cause I'll die violently. Make a devouring mother
A towering figure and silently practice your cowering
In a calamity. How are you sleeping?
Are you not grieving for a lost innocence, one you exchanged for a feeling of eminence?

I hate your money, your glamour, your opulence,
Moron's Extravagance, garbage aesthetic of wealth.
Mediocrity hides in the spectacle. Substanceless posturing. 
Can't wait to see you in Hell.

Steely austerity hiding the scavenger of moral clarity.
I hate your charity. I wouldn't need it if not for disparities
You manufactured for parody's pleasure-bound measures to hound and embarrass me.
No aristocracy goes without saying "please pity me.
Please, it's not enough that I covet it. Please, I need to be so beloved that
Seas part for my infernal covenant. Suffering's something that I can relieve.
Look at my teeth. Weep for the predator given the task of humanity's editor,
Senator's son, generous creditor. Why can't you love me for morsels I leave?

Samples

1. Man from Tanganyika, McCoy Tyner, Tender Moments (1968)
2. Solo Voice and Electronics, Pamela Z, Live Performance (November 19, 2017)
3. Heliocentric, Sun Ra, The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra, Volume One (1965)



Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Lyrics

They wanna be an old stone building in the middle of a city that's failing.
They wanna have a lasting feeling, eternity, all-maintaining.
Abstaining from my sustenance, us and them discussing what's the otherness.
Explaining what's enough of this blood you stoke into the stone of nothingness.

The comedy's hand receives you, takes the land you need beneath you.
See the man? He will deceive you. Get into his limousine's evil preview.
It's a vision of death where you're him or you're out. 
Bloody stone building with a leech's mouth.
To each his doubt, but you'll see the devil's evidence
In the catacomb home of his edifice.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Abomination's common empathy takes the prominent, marks their entropy.
Make another combination for your enemy, helping their cause for wealth and sovereignty.
Cancerous bone growing into girders. Cadillac cracked catalytic converters.
Glass upon glass, carcinogen intimate. Condominium class gets acquitted of murder.

Hey man, look at how I'm changing. Your little investment aging.
Flesh spectacle rearranging. Doubt I'm the only house you're staging.
I got time in the wall and I'm swimming the gap
In the cavernous call of the chemical cap.
It's a criminal act when you think you're the back of the guy.
Twin peak when you seek another Gemini.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Mutational sprouting mechanical veins. Animal brain pays multinational
Syndicate statutes to vindicate ashes, to barter the actual, ration the rational.
Where is the passion? That which is fashionable
Gets you some swag that is actionable. 
Stashing the whole bag that you grabbed now you're holding the cash that they stole.

Bashing the ball with a bat and a chain standing out in the rain an your hear causes steam
To erupt from your body with red incandescence. You're closing your eyelids,
The violent machine.

Blood that's a mixture of carbon and silicon. Harbinger's dilettante Dillinger debutante,
She's coming out with her skeletal vagabond. Can't you tell that the man is just Abaddon?

He appears as a swarm of locusts. Takes your form and takes your focus.
He's a joker that's kinda jokeless, Fakes some smoke and leaves you hopeless.
All the little vermin feed. They're dividing the host and they're guiding her ghost
To a terminal post up inside of a corpse with the carrion flies.
Take an inch in the side of the Prince of Lies.

With the modular insects customize. All the chemicals converting into silica.
You pain will come to pass as stained glass in St. Peter's Basilica.
You stop your shrieking. Your organs lurch.
They make the church. You're Notre Dame.
Make a life as a bourgeois housewife.
Tu deviens la femme maison.

Samples:
1. Taipei Construction Hammer, ilmari_freesound, Freesound (2022)
2. Conform, Siege, Drop Dead (1984)
3. Ole Man Trouble, Otis Redding, Otis Blue (1965)
4. Everyday, Buddy Holly, Single (1957)
5. Leon Theremin Playing his own Instrument (sourced from Youtube)

E.D.E. (Everybody Dies Eventually)

System Format

Corny and/or sappy fansong from after I finished watching Stranger Things... :" C

Safe Space

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Crutches

Sounds of HL:VRAI - Tommy

https://youtu.be/6IuXto8IX8k

uploaded this to youtube like a year ago and now putting it on streaming so we can all vibe 2 it

and i'll never love again cause i fell too hard
guess i always should of known that u would break my heart
now i gotta call a cleaner
to come up and pick the pieces off the floor
and now i can't love someone anymore
now you've gone and done what you did
guess i never should of kept 
my emotions so hid from you
and now my life's become such a bore
because i can't love someone anymore

Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Anechka The Rabbit