Celebration Miami

Story by B. Hursell

If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry. Proto-Alpha-One.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Proto-Alpha-Em.
If they’re not eating you, it’s because they’re not hungry.
Busted limbs and oiled urns. Good night, Julie Bath.
Theta and Delta, Ominous under sheets of rain, Ominous, sometimes on horseback Carrying
spears, garlands of tendons, Or plans and blueprints, Or poison daggers, tainted water, And the
blue halos of diner glass, Puddings and wreathes of extraterrestrial flowers. Kissing in
moonlight, in paper funerals And electric streets and dives. Oils burn blue and green Under
sheets of holy skin, virgin skin.
He was a protege of Freud, But before that, He attended Seminary School With the I-5 Killer,
And everyone he encountered Contracted a touch of paranoia, And wept blood from their
Microbond Ports.
She wept slow tears for the jittery, miniature, Shackled Corpse in the attic. Her coffee was
glowing With the beating wings of the holy legions And the nuclear throat of heaven’s chorus.
She mourned her husband.
Tunica intima.
Tunica media.
Tunica externa.
Shirley oiled herself for war. Televisions had gone silent, But not the one in her dreams,
Ancient, electric fire- And on their backs, On their ankles and breasts, A vision in the shape of a
human…dressing quiet in the other room, Careful not to wake the troops. Thirsty for the
ambush. Long stemmed, cruel vines Crept along every edge Of every raging mass Of tissue in
her body. Rejoice!! On microscopic levels, Adrift in the tides of her warm Pink blood: Lay
Legions. Spurting the blessed. His feet, calves, and knees moved Ahead of the rest of his body.
He had already grabbed the keys. They were on the move now. He had taken everything they
needed, Dressed in rare fabrics, They did everything they could to become…free of it. They did
everything they could To ignore their appetite for carrion.
She creamed her regurgitations With oil paints and sage leaves. Preparing for the grand
ceremony, Muscles lean and tight mind. Monkery of flora, sunbursts, And nuclear baths.
Valentina- Cage of the Beast.
Shout The morning Bells of capillaries Circuitry of shrines And nude demons.

Saplings that blanket Flesh Faithful Gorged with the sweat and promises Of legions, of codes.
Oh, holy torture Riding on horseback.
Peddlers of infamy Go into the crowded streets, The markets, And collect the cemetery dust
From their pockets and their palms And their cuffs.
Spidery branches moan In autumn wind. Cakes of intestines at her doorstep. Bacterium in the
honey A drowsy guardsmen With lanterns and bells.
Streamers of blood Seasons of robotic afterbirth Orange glow of burnt sashes wrapped around
her ribs.
The orchestra warms it’s chilly breath And mutters Lap dogs And turning knots of scars.
She made a speech before coming to rest, The installation of the corpse queen. Feast, oh
children of the sea On the coming of death And the serpents of despair.
I lay sheets of woven grass On my lap And wait for the morning hunting party.
Steel jaws rejoice The end has come And I have designed for you Healthy catacombs.
Dinner plates, tablecloths, chains, and tea sets. Antiquarian lust, bookends, electric chairs, and
horsehair Fog and fire.
For twelve days and nights, I can tell you about it, I spent time roaming the halls And devouring
its offerings.
(For each day, there were three sunrises and three sunsets, three moonrises and three
moonsets).
We had sweet coffee and moonshine And we smoked
And I talked to Hugo for hours.
He had plans.
He wanted to make a machine to feed things to. He had briefcase after briefcase of drawings
and ideas He wanted to know how to make guts without flesh I told him I had no idea but I
would look into it What else could I say?
He wasn’t the only strange character that I encountered As I investigated This palace, All of it,
is beyond time and space.

TUNICA EXTERNA (Story by B. Hursell)

After Burner

RUBICON | Recorded from 2022 to 2025 in Mothership Studio.

Created without any use of Artificial Intelligence.

Special thanks to:
My Parents, my Brother, my Friends, and Loved Ones.
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Written, composed, produced, mixed & mastered by Casper Seyna

Artwork design and art direction by Casper Seyna

Consigliere: Peter Seyna

Rubicon

Explorers

I decided to revisit this track because I felt the original could be improved. I thought about replacing the old file, but ultimately chose to upload this version separately.

I’m also trying out a new approach to mixing and mastering.

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THE SANCTUARY

artwork by: Aya Kato 綾 加藤 (b.1982) — Pink Magic, 2005

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Personal Diva

A leisurely evening cruise turns into a white knuckled high speed street race.

Mastered by Chris English: https://soundcloud.com/chris_english

Push The Envelope

Life in the gutter of small town America was nothing new for Darrel Santiago, but after a brutal storm hits the sleepy beach town of Silver Lake, its once peaceful citizens transform into blood-thirsty maniacs! It is up to Darrel and his motley crew of ne'er-do-wells to get to the bottom of this phenomenon, and what they find is a hellish nightmare that they could never have imagined. Evil is at work in Silver Lake and it is literally tearing its inhabitants apart. Whatever you do...try not to PANIC!
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In the summer of 1980, just outside of Staten Island’s scenic Silver Lake Park, a small team of ambitious, young filmmakers set out to make a motion picture that would be regarded as the most gruesome and controversial horror film of all time. Written, directed and scored by the aliased phenom, Destryur (“Endurance” 1976, “Midnight Maniac” 1979), “Panic” or “Panic! Curse of the Vile” became an overnight cult hit, portraying graphic images of demonic possession and grotesque imagery. It capitalized on the recent wave of public shock in the occult known as the “Satanic Panic”. Shot in the course of only two weeks on 8mm film and a shoestring budget, the picture plunged Destryur into the realm of amateur cult film-making and a notable director/composer in genre cinema. The film also featured guitar slinging celebrity Dominick Martes of rock and roll supergroup Wild Street in the lead roll as street-wise punker, Darrel “Grimer” Santiago along with Cobra Wipeout as cinematographer, supporting actor and fledgeling composer. We’re still not sure what his actual name is. Cobra was currently working with Gold Line Pictures, a studio specializing in B-Horror and mob-funded exploitation films such as “Murder of Crows” 1974 and “Swamp Thing” 1979. Destryur also enlisted the writing talents of another aliased master of the subversive. Prestigious science-fiction-horror writer, artist and composer STRNGR (“The Skurge” 1968, “Mass” 1973) who had recently returned to the states from Italy after finding success in the European horror movie market. “Panic” went international only three months after it’s initial screening at Tales of Terror Film Exhibition in Greenwich Village where it received a notable tip-of-the-hat from some of horror cinema’s most celebrated film makers. The film was almost immediately boycotted throughout Europe. A violent protest broke out at a midnight screening in Istanbul resulting in the entire theater burning to the ground. Meanwhile, in the states, outrage escalated with various public interest groups demanding that the film either be removed from theaters or undergo strict censorship. However, even after the studio’s agreement to censor, picketing continued and threats from many religious organizations overwhelmed the Film Board. On October 1, 1980, “Panic” was officially pulled from every theater. Some say this marked the end for Destryur’s career. Some say it was only the beginning. Today, you can find Destryur at a monthly midnight showing of the film at St. Vitus Cinema in Greenpoint, Brooklyn hosted by Sam Valentine.

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Special thanks to everyone involved in the production of this album and you for buying it. A big thank you to Sam Valentine for pushing me to make new music to play live. I hope you genuinely enjoy this album just as much as I've enjoyed making it. 
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released October 1, 2019

Guitars - Dominick Martes

Additional Programming - Cobra Wipeout, STRNGR

Remixes by DreamReaper, Misanthropix

Mixed and Mastered at Gold Line Studios in Brooklyn, NY

MBR011

Panic Ft. Dominick Martes

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