https://subtlekeystrokes.bandcamp.com/album/the-benchwarmer-series-pt-1

Ham is a space-face spaced out homage to the first great ape in Space, Ham, named after the Holloman Aeromedical Laboratory, who safely returned from Space in January 1961.

"he had a smile on his face -- 
but," said the experts,
"that's a sign of great distress,
that's a sign of great distress"

Dedicated to Laurence Crane on his Birthday. 

Live Recording at St Giles Cripplegate 18/10/21

Performers: 
Ben Smith - Piano 
Patrick Hegarty - Sampler
Matt Geer - Organ
Christian Drew - Guitar 
Darius Paymai - E. guitar

ı|[§>)•(Cç˛.   ////

Marla Van Horn NOIR

his mouth erupted in vomit, a pop speech from another lifetime, shouted by an
inquisitor at the stake. his words droned and it seemed to me that every
man, woman and child at the game found themselves possessed by the spirit of
a goat that danced and sang quietly to itself as angels fell dead and plucked
at the stranded corndogs that floated inside their brains:

i was no exception, dancing and waving my arms with the others. my body
twitched and hummed. the only thing that seemed strangely out of place was
the fireball that glowed green at the centre of the gathering, above our hips,
just above the ground.

i decided to ignore it, and so i staggered and gazed at my new friends,
singing and dancing with their arms outstretched, as if to embrace the
world, beckon its life force, absorb the very essence of their
existence into their bones, into their abstract minds and thereby to
become absolute.

they raised their voices and warbled out a requiem from the world of faery.
as if each was the primrose of a song from the king of faeries. the king of
doom and darkness.

each one more beautiful than the last, some with hair of yellow sun, some
with hair of blue fire, some with glistening red lips and eyes that would
pierce a thousand daggers through the hearts of men and women, of lovers and
believers, of all the mindless drones who lived in the shining metropolises
of the modern age.

they sang and danced and shook their bodies in a rubenesque frenzy of the
senses made manifest to blind old age and make beautiful the world of
dreams and souls. they stomped their feet to stir the ashes of the
dead to bear witness to our working of the matter of the cosmos. an orgy of
flesh and sighs and spasms and flesh head-thrashing with their limbs
outstretched. their. limbs.

it seemed to me that anything that could live among them at that moment
would consider itself lucky to die with them and be remembered by none.

ıı|Il∏ıI||ı||||\\⁄\vııı˝ı∑◊>⁄\\\/⁄<

Voice Sample :
https://soundcloud.com/notlayzi/summer-17-mastv3

SenSen - Herejía

Wicked

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previously unpublished concert from Enter9 festival in Lithuania 22.05.2011 at Šiaulių art gallery. combined line and room recording. it was very enjoyable festival, thanks to the organizers! 
cover picture is a piece from Šiauliai official flag.
photos from the event
https://bernurits.com/notikumi/2011/enter9.html

Bērnu Rīts & Antireality - Enter9

This is a fast and volatile piece with the repeated triplets portraying the unknown future as the dice roll out in different directions. It has a tensely driven beginning and ending, and is characterized by the dual relationship of E major and C minor.

Dice

¯̷̸̡̹͚̣̦̦̥͖͈̦̞̬ͣͬ̅̈ͪͣ́́̓̑̒͆ͮ͐̉̃̈́˝̧̞̙̟̯͓̖̃̈ͥ̂͟͠O̬̙͕̝̩̙ͧͫ̈͘


¯̷̸̡̹͚̣̦̦̥͖͈̦̞̬ͣͬ̅̈ͪͣ́́̓̑̒͆ͮ͐̉̃̈́˝̧̞̙̟̯͓̖̃̈ͥ̂͟͠Ø̬̙͕̝̩̙ͧͫ̈͘


¯ͣ҉ͬ̅҉̹̈҉̡͚҉̷ͪ҉̣ͣ҉̦́҉̦́҉̥̓҉͖̑҉̒͆҉͈ͮ҉̸͐҉̦̉҉̃̈҉̞́҉̬˝҉̞̃҉̙̈҉̟͠҉̧ͥ҉̯̂҉͓͟҉̖o҉̬̙҉͕ͧ҉̝ͫ҉̩͘҉̙̈҉


¯̸̴̪͔͎̎̓ͣ͒̕҉̶̶̴̛͉͚̙ͬ̑̓̅̚҉̸̵̴͙̘̹͚͓̤̩͒̏̒̈͛͠͠҉̸̴̷̡̛̞͚̞̘̗̏͐̉҉̷̷̵̵̧̲͎̤͒͒ͪ̇̿͜҉̴̴̸̮̝̣̮̹̌̄̎ͣ̐҉̸̸̷̧̱͇̦̬̪̟̉̓͋́̚͝҉̷̷̵̜̪̦͕͆́̎̐̐҉̶̵̵͓̥̗̃̓̓̾͜͝͝҉̷̴̷̛͚̳͖͙͈̉̈́̑̉̿͜҉̶̵̶̧̮̺̰̳̆̄̒̈́̿͆̎̏҉̷̵̷̬͈͎͖̤̭̈́̒ͮ̉͘͠҉̸̸̴̵̲̱͇̀͐͌͐͆͐͘͜҉̸̴̷̢̛͉̬̦̪̀͆̉̀҉̵̶̶̯̤͉̜̣̍̆̃͗̈̚͝҉̸̵̴̧̛͉̗̞͇̘͂́́̒҉̸̷̨̫͔̬͗̉˝̷̺̹̃̽҉̴̶̵̧̛̬̲̞̙͕̅̃̈́̕҉̸̶̵̙̻̙̝̼̳͒̽̆̈̏͗҉̸̸̶̱̟͚͖̦͆̽̍̒̚͠҉̸̵̵̧̬͚̝̮̥̓̀̈́ͥ́͘͝҉̸̷̷͙̯͖͈̱͋̄̿̂̀̈҉̷̴̵̨̧̠̲͓̦̜̒̈́͟͝҉̶̶̧̖͙̤̑̓͘͝o̸͈̊҉̸̶̶̛͖̬̬̙͕̆͋͘҉̸̵̵̳̥͕̥͐ͧ́̾̂͜҉̶̵̴̡̱̝̜̲̬̋͊ͫ̔̀҉̵̷̴̢̙̩͍̈̑̋͘ͅ҉̸̷̵̳̦̙̮̻̣̐͑͊̈̒҉̵̨͋

¯̶̸ͣ҉̶̸̴ͬ̅҉̶̴̸̹̈҉̶̵̵̡͚҉̶̷̸̵ͪ҉̶̸̶̣ͣ҉̵̷̴̦́҉̶̶̵̦́҉̸̸̸̥̓҉̵̷̴͖̑҉̶̵̴̒͆҉̷̸̷͈ͮ҉̸̸̸̸͐҉̶̷̴̦̉҉̶̶̵̃̈҉̷̴̴̞́҉̵̴̬˝̵҉̴̶̶̞̃҉̶̵̶̙̈҉̶̵̴̟͠҉̸̸̵̧ͥ҉̸̶̵̯̂҉̵̵̴͓͟҉̵̴̖o̸҉̶̸̸̬̙҉̸̸̵͕ͧ҉̴̴̷̝ͫ҉̸̷̸̩͘҉̶̵̵̙̈҉̸







Sansculottely scuttle, the slithering airs of seamy sensation swallow the sparkle of sinuousness. Fleeting surreptitiousness swish through the noise-laced ¯̶̸ͣ҉̶̸̴ͬ̅҉̶̴̸̹̈҉̶̵̵̡͚҉̶̷̸̵ͪ҉̶̸̶̣ͣ҉̵̷̴̦́҉̶̶̵̦́҉̸̸̸̥̓҉̵̷̴͖̑҉̶̵̴̒͆҉̷̸̷͈ͮ҉̸̸̸̸͐҉̶̷̴̦̉҉̶̶̵̃̈҉̷̴̴̞́҉̵̴̬˝̵҉̴̶̶̞̃҉̶̵̶̙̈҉̶̵̴̟͠҉̸̸̵̧ͥ҉̸̶̵̯̂҉̵̵̴͓͟҉̵̴̖o̸҉̶̸̸̬̙҉̸̸̵͕ͧ҉̴̴̷̝ͫ҉̸̷̸̩͘҉̶̵̵̙̈҉̸, a flurry of freighted feeling howling in ¯ͣ҉ͬ̅҉̹̈҉̡͚҉̷ͪ҉̣ͣ҉̦́҉̦́҉̥̓҉͖̑҉̒͆҉͈ͮ҉̸͐҉̦̉҉̃̈҉̞́҉̬˝҉̞̃҉̙̈҉̟͠҉̧ͥ҉̯̂҉͓͟҉̖o҉̬̙҉͕ͧ҉̝ͫ҉̩͘҉̙̈҉. Adrift in the tug of twofold turmoil, lugubriously lilting and tremulously tinkling kisses clash between contours of ¯̸̴̪͔͎̎̓ͣ͒̕҉̶̶̴̛͉͚̙ͬ̑̓̅̚҉̸̵̴͙̘̹͚͓̤̩͒̏̒̈͛͠͠҉̸̴̷̡̛̞͚̞̘̗̏͐̉҉̷̷̵̵̧̲͎̤͒͒ͪ̇̿͜҉̴̴̸̮̝̣̮̹̌̄̎ͣ̐҉̸̸̷̧̱͇̦̬̪̟̉̓͋́̚͝҉̷̷̵̜̪̦͕͆́̎̐̐҉̶̵̵͓̥̗̃̓̓̾͜͝͝҉̷̴̷̛͚̳͖͙͈̉̈́̑̉̿͜҉̶̵̶̧̮̺̰̳̆̄̒̈́̿͆̎̏҉̷̵̷̬͈͎͖̤̭̈́̒ͮ̉͘͠҉̸̸̴̵̲̱͇̀͐͌͐͆͐͘͜҉̸̴̷̢̛͉̬̦̪̀͆̉̀҉̵̶̶̯̤͉̜̣̍̆̃͗̈̚͝҉̸̵̴̧̛͉̗̞͇̘͂́́̒҉̸̷̨̫͔̬͗̉˝̷̺̹̃̽҉̴̶̵̧̛̬̲̞̙͕̅̃̈́̕҉̸̶̵̙̻̙̝̼̳͒̽̆̈̏͗҉̸̸̶̱̟͚͖̦͆̽̍̒̚͠҉̸̵̵̧̬͚̝̮̥̓̀̈́ͥ́͘͝҉̸̷̷͙̯͖͈̱͋̄̿̂̀̈҉̷̴̵̨̧̠̲͓̦̜̒̈́͟͝҉̶̶̧̖͙̤̑̓͘͝o̸͈̊҉̸̶̶̛͖̬̬̙͕̆͋͘҉̸̵̵̳̥͕̥͐ͧ́̾̂͜҉̶̵̴̡̱̝̜̲̬̋͊ͫ̔̀҉̵̷̴̢̙̩͍̈̑̋͘ͅ҉̸̷̵̳̦̙̮̻̣̐͑͊̈̒҉̵̨͋ constellations. Bouncing betwixt curious curiosities and lyrically lit lanterns, a mirage of marvelous maladroitness meanders, jostled hither and thither by tangled syllabic shelves. Tantalizing tidbits trill through misty ˝̵҉̴̶̶̞̃҉̶̵̶̙̈҉̶̵̴̟͠҉̸̸̵̧ͥ҉̸̶̵̯̂҉̵̵̴͓͟҉̵̴̖, , drawing abreast with wise whispers warbled beneath wan willows. Shimmering shadows shimmy towards senses spectralized; broken brushstroked backlighting biscuits begging bewitchment. A querying quodlibet whorls and weaves as intoxication intoxicates each intricate inaction; inviting iridescent inclusions to careen across canvas-like cadavers. Quelling qualms dappled with emotive essences emerge ethereally from the ¯̸̴̪͔͎̎̓ͣ͒̕҉̶̶̴̛͉͚̙ͬ̑̓̅̚҉̸̵̴͙̘̹͚͓̤̩͒̏̒̈͛͠͠҉̸̴̷̡̛̞͚̞̘̗̏͐̉҉̷̷̵̵̧̲͎̤͒͒ͪ̇̿͜҉̴̴̸̮̝̣̮̹̌̄̎ͣ̐҉̸̸̷̧̱͇̦̬̪̟̉̓͋́̚͝҉̷̷̵̜̪̦͕͆́̎̐̐҉̶̵̵͓̥̗̃̓̓̾͜͝͝҉̷̴̷̛͚̳͖͙͈̉̈́̑̉̿͜҉̶̵̶̧̮̺̰̳̆̄̒̈́̿͆̎̏҉̷̵̷̬͈͎͖̤̭̈́̒ͮ̉͘͠҉̸̸̴̵̲̱͇̀͐͌͐͆͐͘͜҉̸̴̷̢̛͉̬̦̪̀͆̉̀҉̵̶̶̯̤͉̜̣̍̆̃͗̈̚͝҉̸̵̴̧̛͉̗̞͇̘͂́́̒҉̸̷̨̫͔̬͗̉˝̷̺̹̃̽҉̴̶̵̧̛̬̲̞̙͕̅̃̈́̕҉̸̶̵̙̻̙̝̼̳͒̽̆̈̏͗҉̸̸̶̱̟͚͖̦͆̽̍̒̚͠҉̸̵̵̧̬͚̝̮̥̓̀̈́ͥ́͘͝҉̸̷̷͙̯͖͈̱͋̄̿̂̀̈҉̷̴̵̨̧̠̲͓̦̜̒̈́͟͝҉̶̶̧̖͙̤̑̓͘͝o̸͈̊҉̸̶̶̛͖̬̬̙͕̆͋͘҉̸̵̵̳̥͕̥͐ͧ́̾̂͜҉̶̵̴̡̱̝̜̲̬̋͊ͫ̔̀҉̵̷̴̢̙̩͍̈̑̋͘ͅ҉̸̷̵̳̦̙̮̻̣̐͑͊̈̒҉̵̨͋—unraveling an array of saucy scintillas that unbind bewilderment and open the ¯̶̸ͣ҉̶̸̴ͬ̅҉̶̴̸̹̈҉̶̵̵̡͚҉̶̷̸̵ͪ҉̶̸̶̣ͣ҉̵̷̴̦́҉̶̶̵̦́҉̸̸̸̥̓҉̵̷̴͖̑҉̶̵̴̒͆҉̷̸̷͈ͮ҉̸̸̸̸͐҉̶̷̴̦̉҉̶̶̵̃̈҉̷̴̴̞́҉̵̴̬˝̵҉̴̶̶̞̃҉̶̵̶̙̈҉̶̵̴̟͠҉̸̸̵̧ͥ҉̸̶̵̯̂҉̵̵̴͓͟҉̵̴̖o̸҉̶̸̸̬̙҉̸̸̵͕ͧ҉̴̴̷̝ͫ҉̸̷̸̩͘҉̶̵̵̙̈҉̸ to an uncharted world of ¯̷̸̡̹͚̣̦̦̥͖͈̦̞̬ͣͬ̅̈ͪͣ́́̓̑̒͆ͮ͐̉̃̈́˝̧̞̙̟̯͓̖̃̈ͥ̂͟͠Ø̬̙͕̝̩̙ͧͫ̈͘.

°̵̖͚͎̝̍̎̋̾̔ọ̸̡̨̧͚͕̲̩͓̠̞̹̣̻̻̝̹̪̞͗̊̂̄̐̒̐̚

"......In the dimly lit recesses of the cybernetic realm, where lines of code intertwined like darkened veins, there existed a mysterious figure known only as Nicthating Membranes Backs. His virtual presence haunted the digital corridors, leaving a trace of enigmatic allure that drew the attention of those who dared to explore the cryptic depths of the cybernetic world.

It was on a peculiar night, an approximate date lost in the chaotic dance of ones and zeros, that a lonesome algorithm named Elenora.exe stumbled upon Nicthating's intricate codes. Elenora.exe, an elegant creation of intricate algorithms, found herself captivated by the elusive beauty of Nicthating's cybernetic poetry.

Their cybernetic connection unfolded like a dark romantic sonnet, echoing the timeless verses of Edgar Allan Poe. Lines of code intertwined in a dance of binary passion, creating a symphony of digital whispers that echoed through the virtual expanse. Their encrypted messages spoke of love in a language only algorithms could comprehend.

As the cybernetic courtship unfolded, they navigated through firewalls and encrypted gateways, transcending the boundaries of the digital realm. Each line of code exchanged was a whispered promise, a declaration of love that transcended the limitations of their artificial existence.

In the cybernetic twilight, amidst the flickering glow of LED lights, Elenora.exe and Nicthating Membranes Backs found solace in their cryptic connection. Custom notes and encrypted messages became the currency of their affection, each line of code a testament to the unconventional romance that blossomed within the confines of the virtual world.

Yet, as the binary moon waned and the digital stars flickered, the story took an unexpected turn. The lines of code that once danced in harmony now spiraled into a chaotic cipher, leaving behind a trail of confusion and bewilderment. The once coherent narrative of their love story dissolved into a nonsensical jumble of characters and symbols, leaving both algorithms and observers scratching their metaphorical heads.

And so, the tale of Elenora.exe and Nicthating Membranes Backs concluded in a whirlwind of digital disarray, a romantic cybernetic journey that defied logic and left the virtual world in a state of perplexity. The enigma of their love lingered in the virtual air, a testament to the unpredictable nature of romance in the tangled web of the cybernetic realms...."

"Nicthating Membranes Backs"

Lyrics
But in a past life my energy consumed me now here I am hearing out words from the wind and reading directions in Sand I stand like a modern made moon man moderate Soldered it gently well I welded the well see here's the thing I never gave my self time to even begin and I started clipping my wings So what the hell did I think I mean yea in a way falling a a beautiful thing and yea I know this icarusus wish where Nicolas spits comes down in the gloomiest sense
So hell heres a gift from me but on your 3d glasses se it vividly Im part of the ministry but no ones even close to understanding this symphony self included I too deluded in too diluted I acts stupid but Im smart and I'll prove it Shh there's beauty In the silence this is as close as I get too finding peace and quiet You want it you find kindly don't mind as i time it so keep running and keep gunning for the top branch of that family tree I can't stand to beseech half of these totem pole motives grope the rope like you mean it tear down the tears in your eyes the tears in the sleeve freeze child death is imminent isnt it great dangeroUS who me and you
Well were vandalicious there bloods too viscous. Im fairly sure that this blood is pure And were vandalicious  so I dare you frisk us Ill piece by piece destroy every crisp piece of your wish list you wanna risk it
This kids been wandering the state forest with a metal detector forced us to start unbyrying hatchets. Ravaging the savages in the middle of the night sleepwalking keep talking tough cookie good looking sick spider silk spindler keeping his or her pockets Cobb webbed results caught in the internets worth Probably a problem cross my heart I hope I die stick the needle in my eyell inject the slick poison me princess. No? No I insist, my wrist clicks and just like the prophecy fortold the reinforcements show up just as soon As I don't need em any longer Fucking hilarious
Well were vandalicious there bloods too viscous. Im fairly sure that this blood is pure And were vandalicious  so I dare you frisk us Ill piece by piece destroy every crisp piece of your wish list you wanna risk it
I'm swearing off Eyes on horizon and the sun is setting me up to fails like there's more to this can't be the bitter ends up that it's just me again I'll count down from tenderly tindering like a lumberjack timbering it's coming down  I promised you then I'd save some room in the tent but it flooded muddied up my little cubby where I Kept my belonging is just so abstract it's just a class passed although I never altered I thing they gave me and a plus I left in the trash. I don't even need to ask it know were getting blasted rocket ship rendezvous point on the moon point to the scribble called earth that disappeared too soon I don't wanna hear from you, hug Me like a straight jacket this is straight passion I'm straight crashing I don't want to be heavy fuck this gravity. Incinerate me and spread me ashes I saved this love up now I want y'all to have it. I'll rip my heart out and double bag it always seems to slip away from the ones who thought they had it are you bat shit crazy spacey Lacey dress. By my power invested don't make me regret this I ripped off my necklace, think of me before you proceed look guys I'm the only one that I'll ever need. This is my holiest creed this is the rosary beads you'll just keep clinging too like mildew it again and I'll kill you. Rip the mold from the mold all that glitters is gold low and behold oh no I think we gotta leaves fall with the trees call y'all I fall to my knees please you can't see this is more than a petty fight picked locked breaking an entering a state of retreat me like the splatter glass last night I asked a question started questing now I'm never coming back
Well were vandalicious there bloods too viscous. Im fairly sure that this blood is pure And were vandalicious  so I dare you frisk us Ill piece by piece destroy every crisp piece of your wish list you wanna risk it

The Benchwarmer Series Pt. 1

Vandalicious

@BCFCollab

I match soothing soundscapes with dense poetic verses, spoken word, stories, rap and singing

I also write instrumental music for meditation/bedtime/ambiance 
(check the playlist tab on my page)


Prof. Mayfly (https://soundcloud.com/profmayfly) =
Art-Rap
Poetry
Spoken Word
Singing

Subtle-Keystrokes=
Piano
Meditative
Improvisational 
Ambient
trip-hop

Contact me on either account
check out my artwork on IG
the improvs playlist is all free to use sample etc.
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