Cunning Stunts

Heave Ho

Sorry In Pig Minor

Cabin Man

Whorn

A Gift Called Life

You told me everything was alright
How you were never actually broken
You held your head up real high
On a swivel of disappointment and pride
I asked How are you my friend
I'm fine you insisted
But more untrue words
Were ever spoken
So sing to me sweetly
while upon your own bile you're choking.

How does it feel 
To feel nothing at all
Where's your breath
When you jump
But never actually fall?
So tell me your story
So i can write it on all the waals
Until the Day Glo vermin
Open up their very own super mall
Where dysthymia can be found
Reserved on sale
Two for one
I hear tell
With a special promotional offer
Of a ride that takes you straight to Hell.

When I look in your eyes
You beg me please stop
When I hug you real tight
You shiver
Though you insist it doesn't hurt a lot
When i say hey you seem down
you convince me you're on top
while the commercial of contentment plays
I just shake my tiny fist at the box
The box that doesn't care
The box that has no thoughts
The box that cannot feel me
as i skulk about in the dark
The box your heart's in
Rumbling until you cannot talk
But pack it all in stoically my friend
Until the throbbing stops

How does it feel to feel nothing at all...

Given the option
I'd thread you into my special loom
Where the dark creatures in the night moss
Can no longer sneak into your room
Where the voices of sour anhedonia
Can no longer cast their spell on you
Convincing
like radioactive rodent salesmen
That the joy you feel couldn't possibly be true.

How does it feel when nothing belongs to you
How does it feel to jump
But never actually pull your chute?

So tell me your story...

How does it feel 
To feel nothing at all?

Dysthymia

Rabies.
I want to subliminally cast a spell
That tells you to hug
The Man With no hands
Piloting the helicopter 
In the folds of your brain
Demanding your thalamus
Turret fire dopamine 
Into the dense burning forests
Of shame
Where the laughter of children
Mothered by good intentions
Go dancing in invisible flames
I want to rebuke the devil
But I forgot his Instagram name
I want to join your posse
But I’m stuck on a legless horse
Who’s terrified of rain
There’s a storm coming in.
There’s are party happening
In my mind but no one’s talking
There’s a place I’ve never been
Seems so familiar
There are lions stalking
On their bellies
There’s a telekinesis laden rat
Who sells discount heart attacks
There’s a wolf that peddles the
Cure for rabies 
There is no cure for rabies
There is no cure for maybe
There is no revolution on Hulu baby
There is no one in the pilot’s seat

Rabies

Tom Molina- Trumpet
Thad Nolan- Tenor Sax
Tatsuya Yoshinaga- Drums
Alex Kim- Writer/Guitar

Screaming Blues (feat. Tom Molina, Thad Nolan & Tatsuya Yoshinaga)

Advocate - Zoo Books (Prod VinnyMcbeth)

The poem Trauma 3- The Ghost, revised for performance. This poem is available in my book of poems known as The Razor of Your Smile.

Ghosts

What Happened

Abom G Addvocate Conflict - Cyber Chase

Bad Infinite
https://errancy.bandcamp.com/album/bad-infinite

DIG

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