SQUARE SIX

prowling in the dark
lives the tiniest spark of red
flame glowing on your doorstep
prowling in the night
the cold gives a terrible fright
down my spine
when will i see you again?

deadly and dangerous
i don't know what to
make of the shadows in the dark
deadly and silent as
the ambiguousness
of what lies past this midnight hour

last night 
i caught you sleeping in someone else's bed
don't let it get your head
because i've been doing the same thing as you my friend

don't play games you don't understand
you're gonna get yourself hurt my friend
don't play games you don't understand

gethosyne, jhl - don't play games you don't understand (demo)

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graham lambkin - spectrums
ir - ifdef=foo
tim hecker - total garbage
fk - uppin the ante
axolotl - astral light
deru - pyre
moh baretta - thats on me 
hirbawi - 12 amal hirbawi
dorine muraille - 26
giant claw - mirror guide pt. II
seth scott - 39°33’58.9”N 119°32'55.0W
autechre - c16 deep tread
txture - semblance
jan jelinek - marcel duchamp
bells worth - animalese
tek lintowe - the billions
lil b - i love you
otis sandsjo - donatt gonatt
gel-  narcissisme & paranoia
the wire hipnagogic pop - james ferraro
aphex twin rhubarb
@cac2us - cars vs pit of dead
kota hoshino - grace 
manuella blackburn - home truths
tek lintowe - enemies

the goat

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beatsbyluigi, sanamichoro, Viznode - nonbriefringent

Approaching sterility.



And by the way, i made this one by blurring a recording of a conversation with my friends about neural patterns.

N-No-21-C-C   )<==/◍\==>(

"Shipley’s claustrophobic prose sweats and mutters in an 
ecstatic delirium of isolation, the embodied mind locked 
inside its own system, a synthetic cosmos where perception 
and language mutate into a self-writing, self-destructive 
protocol. Siratori’s “void topology” maps that fever as a 
biospiritual, machinic womb where philosophy, eros, and 
parasitology fuse into recursion. Together, their texts pursue 
compulsive analysis from opposing coordinates, one visceral 
and the other structural, until confession and theory form a 
Möbius strip of nausea and reﬂection, a self-metabolising 
hybrid organism. Inside this sealed inﬁnity, thought 
corrodes into revelation, cognition disperses through a 
techno-mediated wormhole sustained by excess, and the void 
asserts itself as boundless possibility. Dear Void is both 
eruption and contagion, a luminous collapse where thought 
and ﬂesh exchange places, a poetics of decay in which the 
posthuman body persistently rewrites itself against the 
horror of existence and the horizon of sense.” 
- Zoetica Ebb, 
Gary J. Shipley / Kenji Siratori.
“Dear Void”  
_-_
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