salvage job

Tatiana, oh Tatiana... how art thou?

the last Sephamore lost his way along the splashing shore
nowhere is not far enough gone
somewhere is finding me
yet with a blink it's all gone
never again will I hear sweet Tatiana
or be able to ask her how art thou?
end transmission
soul is ⚫️ dark matter
maybe next time I blink will be different
here I pray
here I prey
to not be prey nor predator
yet to be absolute in my resolve
to be good

you see I have sinned and sinned again, yet these prayers and passages seem to fall upon numb microphones.  hello is this thing on?  I'm a fucking douche bag eh?  I am a douche bag and I'm going to stray again from the noble path you've lain out before my thrush.  my Sephamore in the Thrush.

don't give away your porches keys till you put some milage on her.
don't give away your porches keys till you put some milage on her.
don't give away your porches keys till you put some milage... on...

Patchouli Vampire 356 wants to talk
Ineffective immediately Sir.
Copy that.  Incoming velociraptor formation incoming
The 217 and the 316 are all getting quite drunk off the vino de palma
forget that, run!
unfortunately the Sephamore's "friend" had tied his shoes together as a prank
Too bad.  That was their last chance
One more time, c'mon!  
S E P H A M O R E, Come on, SEPHAMORE!!!  We know you can do it!
Rejoice !  Rejoice !  It has been ordained by the Ministries of Mice.
You have this one last try.  One last chance.

This is the babbling brook.  heaven is a trick of the light there.  You see, suddenly you're in Hell.  Don't be deviced.  Be deceived by thine own mirror image instead.

don't give away your porches keys till you put some milage on her.

"One frequency is the frequency of Fear.
The other, of Love." -Badu

to anyone who read dis .  i need your prayers .  dis passeges alls i can dismember off my life's pe nultimate manifestation
guess3prada2givenxi1 eye COULD just put the whole thing down.  maybe pray fo shit to restabalize foe me.  shit is anything but excelsior. . .

Gallows of Purgatory [ B-Side Off Sheets Soulstice w// Jose Ingelles ]

when you fart in public and hope nobody is the wiser.  you know deep down you done fucked up.  please remove yourself from public spaces and cry to your journal entitled "I am A Babel Fish Afficionado Please ignore me" while google translating your friends swedish wedding cake text captcha captcha bang bang chk chk smile ur awn kaneda

You Want Me To Be Quiet But I Think You Have An Ultieror Motive Besides Me Just Rambling

"The best revenge is success" -Drake or somebody

Drunk off Dat pu$$y [Instrumental]

Occult Anxious
Default to vanishing paint
The Seaphmore Thrush Will Be Haitusing from music
to focus on art.
Peace Be Upon Thee
Sea you

They said "the light is in the terminal point.:  " Stop.  "Do not let them distract you from your objective.'  The Kiosk is at the waiting room's water fountain.  Drink and you will die"

A few more releasees possibly for the album;
See ya'll on the top of the mountain.

isaiah rashad - heavenly father [ sheets soulstice dub ]

Tatiana Left In A Flash As The Dark Mango Collided With Jupiter
Unexpected Winds, Harsh Electrical Storm Approaching
Enter The Eye
Entrar El Ojo Del Cielo
Mi Amore Era Mucho Bonita
Ella Habla Conmigo Mucho De Ella Vide
Entonces Una Dia Voyar A La Playa
Muchos Mariposas Negros En La Piedras Suaves
Entonces Nos Mirando A La Montana
Hacemos Una Piensas Vivir Menos Stresso
Juntos Nos Caminando Arriba La Montonya
El Sangre De Las Ojos Como En Peliculas
Mis Piernas Dolor, Ellas Nalgas Galore
Pince Puto En La Puerto De La Dio De Las Mujeres

Enter the eye of the skyy
My love was very nice
She spoke with me much of her life
Then one day we go out to the beach
Many black butterflies and soft sand
Then we look at the mountain
We make a thought to live without stress
Together we walking up the mountain
The blood of the eyes like in films
My legs sore, her ass galore
Femininsta in the door of the God of Woman

MARIPOSA NEGRO [De La Playa A La Noche] Prod. HxwkCxffin

Felt was the appropriate textrue, wrong consistency.
So I asked her, did she know how to tie knots which could not be untied?  No pun intended.  Are you going out tonight?  Not while my lips are duc taped and my skirt all ripped up by the time we get ready together.  Are the re more chicas llamiendote hoy quien no es yo?  Si, solo modelas para mi videos, no es importante.  She took my hands in front of me and put them into a nippon for earth magicc, just one open on top of the other balled into a fist.  Then she do you think, quiet viewer, she may have had a idea in her head, perhaps quiet like you, but a seed, nonetheless, of wherein shall I go when you are not around with my thick and wandering self body reflection?  The answer is en el bosque los floras no discriminar cual insecto estar con, solo es el vida de abierrto por una momiento por mis ...  The way she shifts her legs, is that sexy to you, or are you in it for the way you want to shift her legs for her?  Because she's a nice girl with a thick body, or a bad gurk wuith a paralyzing set of ... I was going to make a cake for us, would you eat it for me with her?  I asked my recent aquiantence.  La repuesta fue "no mas puedo solo mirando a ella, yo creo que tus ropas de muejeres son interested en " and with that the girl parked the car and says let's go, vamos the fuck out of here, we've got actual work to do while you men play with your dicks I'm packing real heat over here.  She fans her pussy and we all look at la pistaola en ella mano.  Grande Prix De Tatiana

Vertigo

Digital Prostitute.jpeg ( Circa 2013 )

do you remember?  the soft glow of a fluorescent light bulb some industrial variety searing my skin ad they asked it.  it was very far away, like 17 20 feet.  but it still burned.  and light hurt my eyes.

do you remember the time when your mother gave you a gift, and I was there, writing in my notebook.  she had given you a notebook to write things down in, a journal. you, used it as a sketch pad immediately, drawing naked people eating various foods on every page.  no difference from one page to the next....

signal interruption.

see that plane?  imagine that it's smiling at you.  not difficult since you're delirious from hydration on this boat you're stranded on.  you can imagine it as though it's talking to you yet?  Tatiana, tatiana... it calls.  it spins and reels like it answers in hieroglyphics.  light.  think yout clothing will help you make a flag you can wave?  I think that the clothes you're choosing here now are similar.  be careful.  every choice you make , especially the small ones, they carry you like gusts of wind beneath that planes turbines.  you pray for rain, light rain to quench your thirst, and fish for your belly.  so you keep moving, somehow, in your delirious, and find the delusion to be what keeps you alive, truth of your stranding simmering in the back of your mind, alive as you are out here, but not alone, you have the wind and the water, the ocean and your thoughts.

royal blu33.mp3

how about a croquettes?
bitch you don't cook croquettes you got that off the internet because you watched kill la kill.
she sideswiped her interface, the computer isn't working?  no my ocular implants dumb add.  you dumb and you got a.d.d.
her device sent a pang of pain to her heart.
fuck I need to get this shit check ed out bitttchhhh before I have another "episode"
her friend starts eating the croquettes unfinished out the pan, scallions and pieces of fish bone falling all over her blouse.
fuck ion know why don't you just go get it taken out get a knew one.
because I have no soul anymore
they took it along with my croquettes

birdsofprayer

Lorraine placed her hand on the forest floor, her feeling the thickness of the grass and the cuts on her skin awakened something freaky in her.  put it on simmer she thought.  but no avail.  Peter, can we stop and drink some water?  we only have another mile to go, and the water here will make you delusional.  he said through his lower abdomen orifices.  she sent him an email through her telepath interface.  it read </3 and that was the last time he ever saw his friend Lorraine as the forest had eaten her, consumed her and fornicate with her flesh.   dying she thought damn this is so much better than talking to that dipshit.  

Facetious Lorraine

really a nice education" he said to her through the audio neural connect.  she thought to him that his sleeves were short.  he always wear s short sleeves while it's the dead of winter.  even a mesh top sometimes.  the "nice" education he was referring to is how to swim downwards in a perfectly straight line of sludge and pus filled organic flesh material discarded by American fishing boats.  ideas flooded through his mind and he realized how cold it was suddenly.  he reached for her but she was already too far under the ocean surface and even with his 200 foot long "appendages".  "love I was telling you it was a mistake paying for your tuition when you're just using it to death drive off every cliff "... and he whispered ..."in this relationship"...

lost in your thoughts like a maze.mp3

true story, he said.  I really did get the full pilot training and everything
but they wouldn't let me fly because I was already headed to the job when I tripped on a crack in the pavement and injured my mind falling deep beyond the sidewalk into a deep state of wetness.

wait, she asked, you said you got your license though?  I wanna see it.

he said, alright, and pulled it out of his arm where he had been keeping it in a stitched up gash, pulling out metal staples and mint flavored dental floss to get to it.  she fainted when she saw the image.  it was unearthly to behold, and somehow the mock cocktail she was drinking became suspended in air next to the table they were eating out at, but in the picture she saw her mother fucking a man besides her father.  

when she awakened she was already gone from this world.  only her heart beat in rhythm with the harmonies of the forest her ancestors protected.

the moral?  make like the dust and settle

light crossing

onc upon a ie ti me there liv d a gnome in the magical land of Hell One.  a mystical garden of spears, torture equipment, and unloved bratty children all either bursting into flames and screams of agony, or going over the same problem in engineering over and over again without learning anything, the gnome Mallory sat alone, strapped to a bomb his waistband permanently that said "T-minus xxxx hours and minutes until you're whisked away to the Epstein island and forced to participate in the evil that goes on there, destroying the souls of the innocent forever and ever.  now Mallory was a gangster, raised around crips and bloods, so he wasn't about to take this lying down. so he said fine if there's no way out, I'll jump in this car off I go and drive it off a ditch.  but he was too tiny to drive a car, so he needed a human host gracious enough to commit dual suicide with him.

and so he sought and eventually found a young man who, ignoring his real name (sheets/soul) decided to team up and commit joint suicide.  but soul was having second thoughts.  and this born the inner conflict of the one Sephamore Thrush.  thrush thrush, Tatiana.  thrush away all the bad.

Seediez nutz.m4a

the sand and mud beneath her feet a chalice full of rotting meat
black skin and neon lights my hips they swell up from my plight
kiss me on the balcony overhead they missiles seek the righteous
wandering these tribulations I'm in the zebras dynasty
All my stripes are black and white like a side of the mountain covered in snow
Slow, take it slow on the good path, the wrench is trecharous beneathe the twilight sky

fish kite (made on bandlab)

got your girl eating cherry blossom honey
off my back like sushi

Let Your Heart Chakra Spin [[ 夜 の 女 ]]

Hare Oh, In.  My disguise too thin like my arms, thicc legsz, No frog, my jumpsuit for cleaning they kept saying "go to jail go to jail" You're a terrible person, I recall when they lost their mind.  I sent all my astral rage at a mist connection...  Missed direction...   Time to crush some lines and shift... Going for walks on the sand is pussy shit, try razor blades and smoldering coals, My Samahdi smoke meth

thedevilukno

A Motherly Evocation Of Spiritual Wiles, Sewn Tapestries From Grass And Animal Ligaments, Electrically Charged Meteorite Particles, Heavy Cream Bath Of Silver Shards Raining Down Iron Shavings From "God"'s Temples

6. Silver Feathers

5. Soulstice Vitalis

...Unloved, Forgotten, Dissolute, Pinched, Freaked, Complacent, Murdered, Carousel, Penetrative, Administered, Typical, Fake Furs, Furer, Further, Swerve A Bitch, Create A Life Without Necessarily Having Sex, Breasticles, Piss In Your Girl's Mouth, Cut Myself, Bloodied Canvas, Tawdry Suckling, Light, Window, Nudes on pixelation, demonstration, Appalachia, Acacia...

~you can do whatever you like~
~you can be whoever you want~
but you can't be me
~sympathy haze
a penetrative gaze~
uglier maze
tempt
me
a

7 - Cashmere Thighs

5 - Somewhere Inbetween

4 - Vervain Circlet

2 - Flesh Girl Lullaby

1 - Humitos

Originally hailing from Louisiana, Sheets Soulstice is an attempt to bridge the gap between modern and ancient forms of communal music.  Blending folk, hip hop, and analog sound tapestries together, Sheets weaves together experiences rather than just tracks.  After a hiatus, Sheets will be returning to write, produce, and release music [edit - and film / visual arts] co'nsi'stent'ly ASAP.

The backdrop the near future, the setting: bleak.  Dickhole Dupree returns to his dusty ass shithole to find his wife rearranging their digital plant wall, the only serious investment they made since moving in.  He kicks back in his graviton couch and cuts on the quadrilateral triangle box to watch football.  It's The Sophisticated Angles vs. The Here-say Arguments again returning for the title match after an unremarkable tie for what seems like another one.  "The Day of the Dog Begins when you eat the 9th parasite," he sends up through his meditational hyperlink.  His wife opens the parachute door and responds through said orifice:  "please do not wear the chicken suit."  But it was too late.  He looks down at his bioflesh and to his aghastfulness sees the glimmer of crystalline feathers instead of his normal brown peacoat.  He lets out a horrendous yelp and leaps out of his chair and finds that his wife his vanished and yet her voice eerily remained resonating through the hallway speaking of the kale salad she had auto-digested earlier that day.
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senseless violins and lying marimbas
Instagram:  @sheets_soulstice
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