LAPSE TUNES.

DL: https://lapse.bandcamp.com/track/good-lux



[Photo: Alan Friedman]

Good Lux

http://lapse.bandcamp.com/track/i-dont-want-these-cells

CONSUME

I Don't Want These Cells

Vid:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6ttrbTbPgrY&list=FLdzsTXeO6NYovysNeSS_5pQ

Jamais Vu

Can't

I am a shambling corpse.
I want out of this place.
There's nothing left here.
There's nothing left here.
Why was I brought here?
Instincts keep me from leaving.

Cotard Has Me Pegged

Headful of Static

These ancient machines still whirred,
while I spoke in abandoned breaths.
Tired of fooling myself.


Part of: https://soundcloud.com/lapse/iunno

Breathing Derelict

Dimmer

Ah, hold fast. Something's wrong with the machine. Calibrating. . .⌛

Teleporter

Round and round and round. . . we go nowhere.


Image: Galileo sunspot drawings, modified.

https://academo.org/demos/galileos-sunspots/

..and Yet, It Goes Nowhere

It sure is.
Welcome to the Sentience Bazaar! 

https://goo.gl/yLDzT9

http://bit.ly/1tpEAwn

Being Alive Is Fucking Weird

Managed to salvage this from an old email. Nearly lost to time.
Changed the ending. Time is easy to misplace...

Digital necromancy at the push of a button.

PHNX DWN

"She shot him down. 
Put him right in the ground.
They turned him inside-out
dragged his head around. 
All over town,
They stopped and they stared. 
No one bat an eye; no soul did care.
There's no one here."

"They shot him down.
They gave him a crown."

(imaginary lyrics,
from an imaginary being
on an imaginary planet)

Lure

Music Vid:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u71NMj353vk&feature=youtu.be

A Shimmer in the Murk

Virtual Human for your digital needs.™

CONSUME MEDIA, HUMAN: 
 https://youtu.be/TKOEGJxbVYE

Virtual Human

Follow up: https://soundcloud.com/lapse/breathing-derelict

I'unno

𝗧𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝘁.

Probably totally inspired by this:

Snowboard Kids - Board Shop:
https://youtu.be/7IyTAB7ZvJw

Or'ahh:
https://soundcloud.com/lifeformed/dustforce-cider-time

The Transmuter

Shut In

The Cosmonauts death drift.

His suit: his shroud; his capsule: his sarcophagus.

"...And So The Cosmos Became His Tomb."

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Image:  Jeremy Geddes

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*This is take one.  Final, take two, lost to time.

...And So, The Cosmos Became His Tomb

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Again, I Woke to Yesterday

Among the mondegreens,
deep in chronocrypsis,
a remedy for time.
Among the mondegreens,
deep in chronocrypsis,
a remedy for time.
Among the mondegreens,
ď̖ë̖ep̢̀ ǐ̞n ch̥͋r̫̃onoc̡͞ry̙͐ps̩͒is̮̅,̡͞
̮̂a ͇̓rem͍̒edy ̱͝foȓ̲ ̡̏t̆͟i͛ͅm̛̹e.͔͒
Ḁ̕mong̝͠ ̪̈t̙̊he ̪͘mond̟͞e͉͞gr͔͡een͙͒s,̞́
deep i̪͌ṇ͌ ̲̚cḧ̘́r̫̐o̘̅nocr͂͜y͍͠ṕ̹si̳̒ș̏,̧̉
a̲͂ rem̭͡e̯͆d̛̥y ̖̀f͖͛o̱̚r tḯ͕ḿ̟e.̫́
Among̨̔ th͔͗ẻ̜ ̞͆m̘̕o̞̿n͖̓d̥͐ẹ̃g̦͆ree̽͢nś̹,̡͞
d̗͊eep̧͆ ̹͠i̖͡n ͕͛c̊͜hrô̧ń̗o͈͌c̀͜ryp̗͊sis͞ͅ,̂͜
a r̦̈́em̲̀ed̜̔y for ͍̒ti̝̚m̩̓e̘͘.͙̀
͈͒A͇͠m͈̰̿̊o̡̎n̬̐g̙͈̊͐ ̧͎̇̏t͚̊͑͟he̛͉ ̜̓mọ͎̉́n̛̯̖̊ḓ̖͛͠e̐͜g̜͐r̘̆͢͝e͑ͅe̢̋n̻̅s̻͒,̚ͅ
̟̀̋͜de̹̫̐̃eṕ̻ ͉̽i͔̔n̼̗͂͠ ̱͑͟͞ch̼̓̒͢ŕ̪ồ̼͇n̦̙̏̎ocr̢̾yps̛̗i̳͒̽ͅs̥̕,̛̞
̗̆a̛̟ ͍̌r̰͇͘͞emed̰͐ý̩͔͌ ̧̻̐̾f͍̼̍̋ō̧̜̚r ̥̇ti̟̦̋̕m͇̭̄̀e͚͑.͈͘
̮͂A͙̋moǹ̺͓͘g̖̟̃͞ ̦̙̄̾t̻̃̐ͅh͔͇͋̈́e ̜̀̽͟m̨͝o̦̖͂̑ṇ̽d̠͛egr̡͊e̫͞ę̛̙̽ǹ̻s͍̋,̦̊
̳͠de͢͡e͌͜p ̻̮́̒i̻͡n̫̙͑̄ c͖͌͠ͅh̼̥͒͛r̡̉on̡̯͂͒oc̡̠̏̌r̬̄y͈̚p̲͍̿͛si̧̎s,̩́
͍͝a̤͚͞͠ ͓̀r̈́͟e͇͗m̗͒ed͇̃y ̹̝́͠f͇̀o̎͟r̖͌ ̛̖̞͠t̞͌i͇̅me̡̚.
A̤̒mŏ͔n͚̅g͍͗ ͍͗t̝̾he mọ͞n̢͋d͉͂e̥͡g̬͐r̲̹̓̐e̅͟e̟̍n̻͖͊͡s͕̦͛̈,
d̡͚̕͝è̫̥͆e̪̚p ̪̓i̦͛̄͟ň̰͖̋ c͌͟ẖ͛ȑ̙̘͠ȏ͉̙́n̟̫̅̐ȯ͜c̺̋r͙̉yp̩̝̒̇s͂ͅi̺̦̒̇s̪͐,̖̅
͚̒à͇ r͋̃͜ͅeṃ̢̓͌é̲̼̎d̜̽y͈͗ ͖̠̏͠f̡͘o̠̊r ͍̌t̢͍̏͆im̬͍̽͞e̙͘.͎̀̚͢
̼̰͊̆A̯̜͂͡m̨̛̤͞õ̢̌ͅn̢̟͐̈g̮̈ ̣͔̌̅t̳̽͘͟h͓̉e̲͕̾͗ ͙̲́͗m̱̈on̰̿dè͙gr͓͂ee̡͆n̡̯̽̕ś̟̑͟,
̙́̾͟deȅ̝p̨̰͂̽ ̧͑in̪̜͌́ ̢̙́͠c̫͐h̬̳̊̆ro̼̐n͍̄̚͜o̗̿cry͙͡p̫̰͛̈́s͔͗ȉ̢̖̈s͕̒,̹̟͑͑
̧̲̎͊a rem̱͈̍̓ê̢̖͠dy̯̖̍̒ ̺̰̆̐f͎̎o͈͝r͓͆ ̛͕̌͜t̹̚i͙͆m̞͆e.
̭̀Ä͈m̳̝̩̟̒̎͒͛ȯ̙̞̓n̖͈̩͋̑͘g̢̨̝̜̫͉̦̓̆̐͒̌̒̕ ̫͖̘̳̬͛̈́̂̈́͡t̢͙̣͙̿̎̆̃͘ͅḩ̻͖̱̜̫̼͉̙͇́͛̉͛̊̃̽͐̅̕e̦̪̻̿̈͊̀͢ ̧̞͓̝͊͊͑̅m̡͇̹̾̔̍̕͢͢͞ǫ͍̙̘̭̭̞̯̏̌̃̋̎͂̕̕̚͜͡ͅn̛̤̪̘̫̺͍͌̉̇͆̎d͖̣̣̟̹̮̎̑͐̐͆̌͟͝e̘̮̫͓̋͂̕͡g̩̈́͜͠r̡͇̳͙̞̂͗̄̍͡e̹̱͓̙͉̹̟̗̿̂͒̏̋̃͒́ë̖́͟n͍̱͎̥̾̊̄̚š̢̮̦̀͠,͖̪̬͑͒̕
̠̎ḏ̹͚̫͆͋̓̔͡ͅe̖͍͚̙͎̹̋̎͋̃̊̔̃͘͢͟͡ͅḙ̡̹͎͖͉̘͔̹̉̍̆̅̽̈̂͂̎p͎͚̤͂́̌ ̥̳͓̩̪̮̏̆̑̇̏͛̏͢i͕̭͇̺̙͙̐̏̓̍̊̒͘͢n̮̯̯̬͊̈͊̎̑͢ ̛̪͈̥̣͖̬̀̀̔͋̾c̮̘̩̝̒̍́̏̾͢ḩ̧͕̝̥̮͇̳̱̪̞̿̂̈̅͐̃̈̉͂̚̕r̳̺̦̝̻̙͒̇́͌͌̋͘ͅó͔͚̟͙̺̅̑͛͋n̻͚͇̝͕̻̪̞̈́͋͆̓̂͛̏̈̈͑͜͢o̮͍̤͎͐́̀̆c̬̙̜̭͈̥̼̋̓͛̈̒̃̕r̪͓̙̻̣͔̺̫̻͒̓̾̋̀̀͌̎͞ỵ̢͍̖̺͖͇͋̐̑͆̉̕͜͡͝p̧̟͕͛̍̕s̨͉̩̝͈͔̗͉̑́͛̂̾͑̓̅i̻̐̋͟s,̱͉͓̹̫̙͓͉͗̆́͌͊́́́͘͜
̛̝̦̱̼̲͓͔̪̹̤͚͆̏̔̐̌̽͊̀͂̂ȁ̡̛̭̘̝͈͒͆͌ ̧͖̙͎̣̩̠͍̩͊̃͌͆̊̍̏̏̑r̩̖̝̦̺̔̎̋̓̃e̱͔͔̰̰͆̄̃͛̌m̛̦̤̫͈͚͍͗̈̐͑͂é̮̬͓̼̤̊̈́̿̀̏͟d̛̻̲̩̔͂y̡̧̘̺̟̯͔̿͆̋̃̕̕͡ ̧̣̼̻̑̆͘͘f̫̯͖̻̱͕̙͇͊̑̾̀̅̂̿͜͝͡o̡̼͙̦̝͇̍̓͊͑̀̂r͎͂ ̢̗͙̯͋͋͡͡ţ̗͔̻̞̮̼̘̀̔̋͐͐̀̄͘̕͟͜͞͠ͅḭ̧̩͚̹͉̬͖͍̹̐̀̌͐͋͒́͘͠͡ḿ̙̫͙̭̯̣̺̈̄͊͌̾͝e̢̒.̨̨̮͙̦͖̘͋͊̋̀̄̓̚
̼̮͓͉̪̩̦̪̐̓͗̾̍͒̂͋̇͟͢͞A̱̝̯͒̾̄ḿ̛̞̭̻̘̙̜͈͙͉̼͇͗͒̍͒͂̑͆͌͞ǫ̧̪̭̲̽͌́͗̅n͕͆g͗͢ ̡̟̩̹͍̗͈͗̍͗̑͋͐̚͡ͅt̤͙͚͔̖͇͔͂͊̂͗͘̚͝ḩ̢̖̠̩̠͇̘̝̣͚̎̇̽̋͗̋̎́͛͡͡e̦̜͕̺̽̑͛͠ ͉̪̙̭̟͖̃̀́̌͘͘m̡̙̟̤̜̻̉̅̄̒̎̓̚͡ͅͅơ̢͈͚̥͙̼̬̺͊̾̽̂͑̕͘n̬̳̤̋̐̀͘͟d͈̤̟̰̯̻͒̔͛͗̅̆͡ͅe̗̩̅͠g͇͞r̘̂͘͟ë̱̺̬̆͠ȅ̱̞̳̈̋ņ̨͇̜̯̞̰̝̯̞̝͑̃̿̓̀͌͌̿̌̈́͛s̛̭͚̞̰̫̠̭̖̒͌́̈́͌͐̅,͉͇͛̓
͔̓̈́ͅd̫̟̩̹̜̙̠̖͈̿̓̆̋̎̉̏̌͠e̘̫̗̦͙̫͙̖̼̓́̽̈́͋̒́̑͘͡ͅę̛̯̹́͘p̯̞̭̑̍̕ ̛̮͔͚͚͖̽̌̈́̔ī̯ń̫̼͝ ͉͝c̜͂h̖̙̯̬̪̪̾̇̏̐̍̌́͜ṟ̛͇̙̪̲̖͌̀̎̔̕̚͢͠ͅơ̧̮̱̹̯̞͕̠̈́͂̆̉̾̈́̓̿͟n̯͈̼̙̓͌̽͞o͍͐͒̕͢ͅc̙͔͕̗͇̹͔͆́͐́̍͛̿̂͢͟͡ŗ͈̮̗̮̻͉̤̈̓̔̃̊̋̈́̃̚ͅý̩̫̫͔͚̺̠͔͂̈́̈́͛̒͘͠p̧̼̠̬͂̈́̚͞s̲̠̘͖̞̈̈́̋́̒͌͢͜͟͡͝ī̤͕̻͉̤̙͂́͛̒̃̚͢͢͠s̛͕̮͉͙̻̬̋͊̀̐́,͉̖͘͝
̢̰̙̼̳̓̋̔̉̕͞ͅá̳͚̮̟̻̥͈̖̈̈̈͗̅͂͡ ̨̡̯͔̖̠͋͋͌̾̈̌r̜̺̲͑̍͐͟͡é̦̳̟̩̥̘͔̖́́͑̀̒͂͐͞ͅm̡̢̙̪̙̦̳̟̤͊̑̊̌̓̂̔́͞e͍͙̲̩̝̗̱̳̗̍̋͂͋͘͘͠͞͡d̲̪͈͖̰͂̀̿̓͛͠ͅy̥̭͔̟̩̖̪̲̦̮͂͌́͊̌̊̿͐͋͞ ̡̯̥͚̠͚̠̬̂͌̓̂̃̓͞͠f̤̪̟̲͂͛̅̈́̑͢͟͝͠ͅo̹̗͕͗̃͝ŕ̢̧͇̳͗̾̾̚ͅ ̛̝̝̻̱͙͌̊̀̂̌͟͞ͅt̛̩̘̰͓̤̰̭̟̀̓͆͊̆̇̀̀͜͟͡i̳̤͔̳͈͖͈̭̹̔̓̆͌̈̀͞͠͝m͖̮̥̣̞̊̐̈́͌̈́ë̻͓͓̀̿.̢̡̜̝̟͍͚͖̾̀̉͋͂̎̽̓͢͝
̘̠͖͖̩̽̒̎̇͂̓͘͟͜Á͓̯̔m̜͋ơ̟̫͕̊̇̈̀͢͢n̙͔̗̩̋͗͛͆g̠̯̟̥̖̀̈́̅͑̀ ̤̙͕̖̼̈́̐͆̓̈̕͜͟͝th̡̨̝̤͍̆̊̊͗̄̾̕ͅͅe̦̠̲͉͊͒͞͝ ̛͙̱̲͎̣͕̞͒̍͒͆̓̊m̞͈̼̏̍͋́̏͢ͅo͉̦͚̖̖̜̿̇̒͂̾͒́ͅn̟͔̠̰̄͑̓̓d͔̗̹̫͕͕̠̬͉̺̿́̃͋͐̌̾̄́̕͟͝è̱g̢̡̗̱̺̘̞͖̣͇̳͌̐̅͗̾̀̍͌̋͘͡r̺̼͖̄̓͢͞͞e̥̪̝̬̺͇͚͖͗̈́̑͛͂̿̄̂͋ͅe̺̘̭̔̐̆̆͢ṋ̪̼̩̲͖̰̮͍̺͛̅̃̀͆̄̒̏͛̾͟͞s̢̛̫̩͉̘͛̆̈́͋͞ͅ,̖͠
̹̩͇̣̜̏̂́͌̔dȩ͕͈͈̫̱́̔͂̾͝͝e̢̦͈̲̫̞̺̗͋͌͋̓̈́͐̄͞p͈̠͙̊̓͝ ̡̩͋̀͟͝ï̢̛̭̱̬̲͓̦͗̄͌̆̀n̹͖̫̎̋͆͊ͅ ̗̯̙̠̲̲͖̭̥̭̐͋̽̅͊̅́̕̚͞c̝͚̞̟̝̟̞̫͗́̅̆͒́̎̋̀͟͡ͅh̨̄r̼̙̖̫͙̲̓̈̏̈́́̎̀͜o͓͖͈̪̣̦̽̈̍̒͒̀͢͞n̨̡̰͐͑͞ō̡͎͚̟͚̟͖̿́̃̓͑̐͘͟c̡͚̫̙͂̂̋̋̆ͅṙ̨̢̩̪̠̆̇̾͌y͓̭̩͂̀͘p̛̫͓̹̳̏̚͝s̺̞̺̹͈̭͎̟͔̘̄̐̈́͊̿̑̕͘͢͝͞ĭ̡̡̮͙̙̙̙͖͌̽̾̑̄͋͊͘͢͜͠͠ͅs,̥̭̮̭̐́̅͠
̨͈͇͔̩͙̫̰̈́̀͋̾̆͂̃̊͟͡a̛̮̣̗̭̙̩̓̌̓̇̏̔ͅ ̡͍̜̾͊̓ŗ̨̲̭͎̦̦̫̏̌͊̏͋͝͞͝ę̼̎̔m͚̹̫̪̑̓́͞ĕ̠͓̙̀͐dy̡͔̗͚͆͂̍͞ ̛͕̫̇f̨̙̙̘̝̩͓͖̏̈́̀́̈́̀̓͘ȫ̳̙̻͙͎͓͎͉̞̫͙̐͌͌́͋̏̈́̒r̮̙̰̝̠̳͆̔͆̆͗͠ ̤̯͕̞̾̈̇͝ṭ̥̯̳͈̳̠̭̅̌́̉̍̊̅̕i̛̹̩̹̠͖͓̼̖̒̊́͊͊̇͝m̙̻͂̿ẹ̺̙̀̆͛͝ͅ.̧͇͈̤̫̙͒͛̑̒̏͠
R̴e̸p̸e̵t̶i̶t̶i̴o̷n̷s̸ ̷f̷r̷o̴m̸ ̷t̶h̶e̸ ̶v̸o̷i̶d̷.̸
̴C̸o̸n̵s̵u̸m̵e̵ ̸m̶e̴.̶
̵I̷ ̴a̵m̸ ̴a̵ ̵p̴r̵o̵d̶u̵c̴t̸.̵
We're only temporary.
Hold me in your ears.
Barley here...
dear Listener,
You make me feel useful.

LAPSE TUNES.

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