written by p.WRECKS 
produced by 7th galaxy 
mixed by Norad 

for upcoming Apricot Preserves 


words go 


In this future's near future beauty might be rendered completely useless 


Projecting dead holograms on manufactured to specification artificial skeletons. 


the earth is cursed with open sores contagion winds


programming open source  learn it yourself 


Television heads in dystopian prison glitch dot matrices


menacing dark drone auditory phenomenon   


test of grit regenerate electrical circuitry from scar tissue of past adversities 


indestructible intent to flourish in retrograde 

in retro 

78's in a wurlitzer 


overhauled com. bine harvester  


fabricate carpentry  out of flotsam and scrap iron 


it's welds lasted longer than the rusted beams


interlocking clay bricks 1817 abandoned anatomy 


crash course in faceless optimism 


she fell the cards felt the importance of projecting spells 


i see the storms forming in the myst of her form like parnasus snail shells 


or the sails from shapeless ships on izabel 


im faceless cloak with leaded window for nightmare 







The curtains serpentine

Deconstructed problematic 

Stumbled across a divide I wasn't  yet in search of. 

Its all hear say until it isn't. 

Reeling for some explanation just out of limbs length 

Remembering when just existing being enough 

Beings building trust fortresses moats surrounding 

No furnishings in the room where the art hangs 

Must maintain steam burned up all the oil

Seized engineering machine gears still whirring 

within' 

Feline spirit fell out of the clocks door jumped over a candle but caught a claw in the tapestry and knocked over the entire altar 

left the skulls how they fell. 

For the fault of fortune telling. 

Quill scythe swaths the parallels 

And somersaulted from spell books 

Deadpan awake in the scripting. 

What's a feast without the capsized vessel 

Bite sized Martian testimonial from your cereal bowls 

it's rise lasted a dystopic millisecond and then abruptly. bzzzzzzzzt 

Who isn't propaganda machine 

Artistic casting meta-morph mold form fractured 

Paradoxical is jellyfish tentacle 

Demeaning Seeking revenge in form of a minor chord. 
seeking refuge in form of minor chord 

Peeling back the death mask its all espionage

And here you thought cooking was glamorous.

Companion or captor room in psychedelic hexagram swim. 


she fell the cards felt the importance of projecting spells 



i see the storms forming in the myst of her form like parnasus snail shells 


or the sails from shapeless ships on izabel 

I'm faceless cloak with leaded window for nightmare.

7th Galaxy x p.WRECKS - Izabel

⧖ 

grain of salt to wash the venom down



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HighMage / Penthief

Welcome to the 7th galaxy.
producer/emcee/artist  from Toronto using live instruments to create soundscapes from space. 

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