My playing this song is disgraceful, but nonetheless...Forever Changes has long been one of my favorite albums. 

A House Is Not a Motel (Love)

In Shapes Of Ships

...closer to Halloween, so what  more ideal than bad Misfits covers?
Heresy.

Bloodfeast (Misfits)

All Hell (Misfits)

Each Clarifying Machine  (Hyper  Sparse mix)

We soaked her blood with sackcloth
while they whispered and conspired
Getting rid of alibis and all we once admired
The end of our frustrations, and that what has transpired
For each specified purge
inertia  takes our own anecdotal  evidence...
Heretical reproach, coaxing, watch, and wane...
Overheard what reckons,  astray
Composed static hides away



Reprieve, and Other Tall Tales

Absolute In a Moonlit Void

Disconnects the tentative unaware complaint 
Doesn't care...
Scratch the bliss, radius missed
(Does not exist)  on a whim
Recalling explosions, like a ghost unobserved
...Malfunction again...
The subtle ego and the hint of disease
The higher medium withdraws in tears

The Sphere Transmits The Body

Set speed in detail in all that swears
inane persona  can ascertain 
from clouds and tell all the wayside fools 
to align with the role, never sever again..

Set Speed In Detail

Panic,  senses daylight around the name of those outside
Inhabits expendable anger... ...a kind sight against the trees
Simulating fundamentalist dismay
Sought diagonal with each clarifying machine 


Each Clarifying Machine

Posture possessing no meaning, not much interest required
Doubting such dread without comparison... 
Pause beside  the wheel...
Anticipate disease,  whittle away yr misery
until yr demise...
Realize that all that ain't mine
Possessing no feeling, believing such lies
while all the while... 
Shake and shiver in imaginary  pretense 
unresolved with the weight of a footstep,
symptomatic category, one which was mine...


Posture Possessing No Meaning

Reduced to fairly minimal  components for the sake of (nonexistent) argument. Posterity, even.
One in a handful of things I should commit to finishing, except that it's rather boring to do so I believe.  

Untitled (Obtrusive ambience and voice only)

You own this and no one else...
Restore synthesis...Oblivion...
Restore the opposite...Her... 
Vessel torn, abnormal...
Recreational, radiates the light...
You own this and no one else...

You Own This

Short improvised songs, murder ballads, and sound collages... Songs about cats. Preoccupations with ghosts and fever dreams.



Ezra Turpentine

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