Throw In a Link

Written and recorded the week of March 15, 2021
Violins - Arden Gonta

PIGS ON HORSES

What Happened to Susan?

Written and recorded the week of March 29th
Arden Gonta on Violin

Orchestral Sketch

Recorded the week of April 5, 2021

Arden Gonta on Violins

City of Brick

Written and recorded the week of April 12, 2021

Summer In April

I have absorbed transgressions

of beings beneath

And embalmed the woes of my peers

So that they both may echo through

Bounding boundlessnes

ageless in intent

A symptom of non corporeal need-

unsuited for a misguided eye

Children, look away

Here there lay nothing for fathers

The ejaculators,

spawnmongers

You have no seat at the table of spiritual delineation

What are you

To define the reach of hell

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Woke up today

Blood in abundance

malpractice cunt

Cut by comeuppance

That evil thing you do

Breathe the Infernal

Repress that shit

Dulled synapses let you own that shit

Cut it out - muck about - fuck around - find out

Bleed one more pig to really get the lead out

Disembowel the spirit of what once was

Wholly dissected yet a heart bleeds still

I’m gutted
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“My eldest son is here” 



Heavy S

Slurred like a wino 



Your skin was yellow 



I wish I couldn’t hear it 

but it’s all I have left  





Auditory hallucinations bring me too far down 





Down 









I never did audition, 

 

For Your favorite one 



It was a shitshow anyways 

You wouldn’t have seen it anyways 



What matters is that you thought I would



“I am gods child now” 



Your Final recognition of entropy 





Anyways 







The eldest son is here 

But you are not


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I had your scent trapped in a tin

But its since been evaporated

I knew you once (I think)

But now I cant see you

You laughed once (I think)

But now I can’t hear you

No memory lingers

They’ve all run away

Not that it matters

Because I am still bleeding

I am still bleeding

I am bleeding

and there is no stemming the tide

Not this time

I am still bleeding

I am still bleeding

In the blood black nothing

Spinning

After all these years

ten long years

I am still fucking bleeding

Do you hear me?

I am Still

And I am Bleeding

And I am still bleeding

Please

Stop the ride

I’d like to get off

Before I do something stupid

See if I don’t

Bind

Robby Cochran