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Commodity//Fetishist

2025
I hope you're doing well and take a moment to enjoy the present.
Stay safe from internet psychosis. 

1. DV-i - Fatalist Core Structure
2. Oliver Crosby / ANDRS - get lit
3. Clark Rainbow - BSOD
4. Soft Girl - Best Days Fly
5. Kenichiro Nishihara - Waves (ftr. Substantial)
6. Anechka The Rabbit - Sigil
7. 2 Mello - Love Passion
8. Tsutchie - Two Tears (ftr. Megumi Mashiro)
9. Uyama Hiroto - Monochrome Garden
10. acloudyskye - Downfall
11. 3l3d3p - rpa
12. June Chikuma - Redial
13. Femtanyl - PUSH UR T3MPRR
14. Anechka The Rabbit - Can't Wait to See You in Hell
15. Aiobahn +81 - 天天天国地獄国 (ftr. ななひら and P丸様)
16. TAK - LEMON MELON COOKIE (ftr. Hatsune Miku)
17. Peak Divide - SLEEPING IN (Unbeatable OST)
18. Maiku Tachibana - Superfusion
19. Glad Rags - Wonder Under
20. Geordie Greep - The Magician

David's 2025 Mix

Haus of decline

@1006x3 # white tee 🥼

Get Wet

Best Days Fly

Kurxxed Emeraldz

Kurxxed Emeraldz (Alt Version)

Re:Connect

Fatalist Core Structure

teenage soldier

KEEP UP // FROSTBITE

FROSTBITE (w/ 10zen)

get lit

Use me. Take me out beside the water. 
Use me. Till my patience makes you free.
Use me. I will wait for you forever.
Use me. I don't even need to breathe.

If you could hold me down with all your strength
Till you drown the body. Make it listen
To the darkened lake's decision.
Make it a part of you. Let me weigh you down
With all the silence resting on the surface.
Calm yourself and don't get nervous.

Use me. I am nothing but a puppet.
Use me. There is nothing in this skin.
Use me. Wear me out till I get dirty.
Use me. Then we'll do it all again.

Use Me

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

Irreverent, never could be solemn.
Anger wasn't T. Turns out it was a me problem.
Was an A, tried to put me in the B column.
See the writing on my head? I'm a she-golem.

A single letter makes the Emet, Meth.
The jagged ink lines between truth and death.
If the word's impure, you won't heed the lesson.
Watch your body seek acceptance as a permanent weapon.

I bore witness to infernos raging out on the plain.
And I focused them down to a little blue flame.
And I use the little flame to assign what I feel
To a little blue blade that can cut through steel.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Sovereignty, commonly assigned to big drama.
Devilish ghosts designed to eat up.
Think the motherfucker metaphysics pause inside the big comma.
Servile silence must be corrupt.

Wanna take em by the jugular, lay em flat
In the six positions on the ugly mat.
Take a baseball bat and with six collisions,
Smug precision, take your vision back.

And I saw the little Gods that reside in the earth.
And I suddenly knew what the focus was worth.
And sympathy's sweat from divine directors
Rendered little ol me these Gods' protector.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Samples:
1. Glass Onion, The Beatles 
2. Vitamin C, Can
3. 74-75, Sonny Sharrock
4. Enter the Dragon, Bruce Lee
5. Verklärte Nacht, Arnold Schoenberg

Little Blue Blade

Had a jacket hadn't put on in a long time.
Seam stuck out and headed down the wrong line
To a pocket where I knew that I had got mine
Once the sun's eye blotted out the thoughtcrime.

I found a lighter in the depts of the jacket pocket.
A soul delivered in the mask of a plastic object.
Had to bask in the terror of the drastic project
Of forgetting all the brass I saw within your logic.

But I remember this lighter and the cigarette
When you tried to quit.
You're always trying to quit. 
But this final dart, would be the end of it.

Next day I saw you hack a few on Queen Street.
Walked up with my stupid little mean streak.
You looked sheepish and you asked "Do you hate me?"
I laughed a trace and I said "not lately."

I asked you if you want your lighter for your pleasure burden.
You said "it's a gift. you need it bitch. I know you're hurtin"
We stood in silence in the frigid cold death weather.
Then I bummed another dart and we smoked together.

I think that must have been three four years ago,
The time I knew you for a microcosmic miracle.
Echoic seering my mind of the serial
Tapestry scraps scrolling past as your burial.

Saw your body embalmed in a small space.
Saw your mug made up like a doll's face.
It made me nauseous and nostalgic in the wrong ways.
I had to con myself calm into a false grace.

Your parents asked if I thought that you had really suffered.
I said "I didn't know enough about your lovely daughter."
And I don't know if there's an afterlife or kindly God or
Sign that e can point to that - and then I stuttered.

I saw the answer I was giving them was devastating.
So I said 'No," but this answer wasn't placating.
Three seconds felt eons as I kept them waiting.
For reassurance they succeeded in their child-raising.

And in a panic, blurted out that she would always get
A bit erratic but emphatically get over it.
This just made your crying mother more upset.
She said "guess she didn't love us more than she loved death."

Three millisecond trek into something cosmic.
Had a beautiful life, but then I went and lost it.
Memory bank starved for fresh deposits.
Put the old jacket back in the death closet.

Samples:
1. Angels and Demons at Play, Sun Ra, Angels and Demons at Play (1965)
2. The Big Sleep, (1946)
3. That's How I Feel, Sun Ra, Lanquidity (1978)
4. Klankbeeld, Medium local traffic 02 161003_1004.wav, Freesound (2016)
5. Frank Sinatra, It Was a Very Good Year, September of my Years (1965)
6. Hedonfire, River, birds, distant loon, Freesound (2022)

I Don't Hate You

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

Limited Existence. Is it living or is subsistence?
A silhouette that's in the distance.
They're blocking your goddamn shots like the 89 Detroit Pistons
I watch the cam. I watch the cam.
Observing the genocidal plan.
The juggernaut can't handle who I am. The fuckin ops say
They are tantalized so they must sanitize
The whore they canonize and overanalyze
The shame that they swill from the feminized.
This shame will grow so large it'll make them willing to kill. Can't handle them.

Midwest girls armed with some baseball
Bats swooping back in the ashes of rainfall.
Midwest girls crowned by the halos
Wailing away it's the sound of the angels.
Midwest girls wreathed in black flame.
Imminent attack in the Saginaw campaign.
Midwest girls catch some fish again.
Vicious big bitches gonna capture Michigan.

Good amount of hatred. Feeling like an artists without patrons.
Lifetime of waiting got me impatient.
Doesn't even matter that the NSA assigned me an agent.
Can't stop the ride. Can't stop the ride.
It goes beyond a fundamental pride.
It goes beyond the way I feel inside.
It's now about the fate's insensitive use of evidence
To give the residents anti-providence
And let be known, rather obvious,
The densest man's inadequate and he won't leave you alone. He's comin home.

Midwest girls battin' Hank Aaron.
Makes a satisfying PING like an M1 Garand.
Midwest girl on with the business
Put a little kiss by your name on the hit list.
Midwest girls good in a crisis
Making all the improvised explosive devices.
Midwest Girls inland ocean
Shrouded ships are fast approaching.

It's comin' up. It's comin' up.
Gotta get degrees of dumb enough,
It's going off. It's going off.
Curing the disease with molotovs.
It's happening. It's happening.
After the world unraveling
The javelins are erogenous
Small simulacra of the Lance of Longinus.

Midwest girls taking a deep breath.
Don't know what you thought, but I'm thinking now you seek death.
Midwest Girls enter the tournament.
What'd you think would happen if you give them no alternative?
Midwest girls aren't intangible.
Cornered rats are dangerous animals.
Midwest girls execution.
Spectres settle to electrocution.

Midwest girls crack another cold one.
Beneath the St. Louis Arch is an old one.
Midwest girls storm the Necropolis
Getting at the source of the coming apocalypse.
Midwest girls, hordes of undead.
Who's the hunter? Who's the hunted?
Midwest girls intheir environment.
Divinity defies the eyes of Leviathan.

Samples
1. Phat Planet, Leftfield, Rhythm and Stealth (1999)
2. Blue Jay Way, The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
3. Eddie Floyd, Knock on Wood, Single (1966)
4. Somewhere There, Sun Ra, Outer Spaceways Incorporated (1968)


Midwest Girls

blue screen of death - this is a song that i really love and wrote about my relationship with the internet and my pc right now and how that relationship can sometimes consume my external life. i wrote it so the lyrics can also be read as a failing relationship with another person!! hope you interpret it in your own way as i've left it a little open ended :)) enjoy!


lyrics:

I noticed something in you died
When you booted up the wrong hard drive
I think you got your wires crossed
Or maybe the dust had settled inside
I think I was wrong to cause us to fight
You wanted your way and yeah I wanted mine
I took you for granted, I pushed you aside
And now we're both blue tonight
Both blue tonight

I regret being honest 'cause I got what I wanted
I ignored all your warnings, but I'm lonely without you
Tried to switch on the power, all commanding towards you
But I turned you off, now I lost your number
Somehow we got disconnected
You looked down and I thought that I could fix it
But you're broken
Tried to switch on the power, but you just shut down
Now we're both blue tonight
Both blue tonight

Blue, blue, oh
Blue, blue

There's something missing in the files could you listen
In your dimension I'm demanding your attention
Attention attention, why won't you give me attention
You're always so unresponsive, I want to find a replacement
Now what should I do, I can't work with you
There's something important but you don't have a clue
You threw it away, I wish that you knew
That you're making me blue
You're making me blue

BSOD

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