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the short-term plan witnessed by Dr General said that the madame's washed the bodies of the several guests in our li'l whodunit (it was benji in the basement with the baseball bat).

I was trained in tradition, yet I stepped beyond its walls. Sound is my language, not to decorate but to liberate. Composer, performer, and listener — one fire, three sparks, inseparable.

I write and compose to uncover what is hidden: the truth buried beneath power, the dignity of the ordinary, the current of awareness that flows through all.

I belong to no authority, only to sound, to truth, to the silence from which all begins. My work is not mastery, but remembrance — a manifesto in every note, every word, every breath.

I am a composer of the 21st century: a studio artist. The studio is my forge, my battlefield, my sanctuary. Machines hum like choirs, circuits burn like torches, cables twist like roots in the earth. Tradition breaks open in this fire — the score turns to light, the instrument becomes the world itself.

To be a studio artist is to seize sound at its rawest, to sculpt electricity and breath as one, to summon the invisible power that belongs to all. Here music is not bound by walls, not enslaved by profit, not tamed by form. It is free, untouchable, unending — a living flame for the century that is ours.

ORIGINAL BEATS, PERCUSSION STEMS, 
and INSTRUMENTALS
HANDCRAFTED with LOVE! (and Rx)

HUSTLE FLEXXX! for use by EMCEES, DJ's and DEVAS
in a VARIETY of genres
INCLUDING (but by NO means LIMITED TO):

HIP HOP
trip-hop
RAP
r&b
CLUB
glitch
EDM
lounge
POP

TRAP (BOOBYTRAP / FINGERTRAP / SPEEDTRAP / TRIP-TRAP)
and MANY MORE!

MESSAGE NOW to make ARRANGEMENTS!

"THEY SAID THEY WERE SCIENTISTS. CHRISTIAN SCIENTISTS. THEY AIN'T. NEXT IT WAS "ROCK N ROLL BAND," BUT IF YOU DON'T DANCE TO THAT THEY'LL TELL YOU THEY PLAY SERVICE EVERY SUNDAY AT WHICHEVER CHURCH YOU DRIVE PAST ON YOUR WAY TO WORK, BUT NOT THE ONE YOU GO TO, BUT ONE YOU AIN'T YET BEEN TO--

yeah you ask a pastor or his wife ain't NOBODY ever heard of them thas STILL IN TOWN to TELL YOU.

I WAS POLE DANCING TO FEED THE FAM-- DON'T JUDGE CUZ THIS IS LYFE AND SHIT GET REAL and STAY real -AND THE FEMALE (THEY ARE A COUPLE?) APPROACHED ME WITH FITTY BUT I DON'T MUNCH ON RUG YOU KNOW SO I GAVE HER FORTY-FIVE IN CHANGE and she leaned in and whispered to me, "pee-yoo dollar dollar why?" WHICH DON'T MAKE SENSE BECUZ YOU KNOW THAT DJ DEAF AS VAN GOGH BUT WITH NONE OF THE TALENT AND MY SONGS BE LOUD AS LOUD LIKE MY D-TOWN COUSINS KNOW I'M DANCIN AND THEY LIVE ACROSS THE  GREATEST GREAT LAKE OF EM-

but why i'm writin you right now is to warn you that they call themselves a different "B" and "G" name every time we're introduced-- hold up-- ok ok we good-- so yeah: "HI! Have we met?? LOVE your (random article of clothing/accessory you realize later on you OWN but WERE NOT EVEN WEARING THAT NIGHT)... I'm Bobbi and this is my (husband/brother/son/nephew/newfriend) Gerry" or "Billy and Ginger" or "Brisbee and Geraldine"... it's when they run into you somewhere odd like a laundromat and you alone in there washing thongs and such that they give their names as "Bubbles and Gumby" and she say he's her "Daddy" that you get "invited" to the "Executive Lounge".... all i'm sayin is settle your affairs before you go cuz even if you MEAN to say No.... you hear yourself say YES to everything they say.... like whatever they ask you to do, you do it, like you don't know what you're doing all the sudden and they just saw your shuffle and sidled on up to offer you helpful suggestions??-- and whatever they suggest sounds GOOD at the time, so you do it... you do things you can't undo.... you lose sight of things.... you ain't YOU no more, you just.... do... whatever.... the things i done.... and they ain't even finished with me.... I WISH THEY JUST KILL ME INSTEAD OF MAKE ME into THIS. you see ken and barbie and they seem outta place you TURN THE OTHER WAY but do not RUN because they WILL CATCH UP.

"pee-yoo dollar dollar why."

PU$$Y.

"Bubbles and Gumby."

bubbleGum.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU SEE WHAT I AM SAYIN?? THE DEVIL ONLY GOES WHERE HE HAS BEEN INVITED!!! i see you talkin and i know you love Jesus and muthafuckas act like that ol thundergod don't drop a dish and cuss becuz WHAT IS THUNDER, AMIRITE OR WHAT?? but you know jesus loves you for the you INSIDE, beneath the gentle beatdowns life has gave you to toughen you up, YOU KNOW he got KEYS to the you INSIDE, the girl from 123 Sesame St, lunchpal gal or latchkey kid cuz darlin, weren't we all back then?? But JESUS KNOCKS, YOU LET HIM IN."

The balance between the dark sky and the bright sun
That is the entropy situation
We live off it

Sermons, Prayers and Confessionals brought to you by the Clergy and Congregants of Bayou Love Ministries.

Written By: Rev. B. Love
The Hi! Priestess Koala Rae
Sister Scarlett Succubine

with Special Guest appearances by:

E. Damn Lie
Anomaly Jones
Sven Severin
Ilsa Vade

. . .and many, MANY more!

[WE DON'T FLIRT WITH DEATH] 01

BLACK MATH (MESSY WITH A LISP)