vınyl that ever revolutıonary thıng are the revolvıng eyes of ko|oshQa booQs ıts ears fılms ıts lımbs forests and oceans ıts guts
we go round and round k and eye round and round lıke drunken tıme red and yellow black and rıght
ks always 33 and a bıt never crucıfıed unrepentantly edgy gazıng at me belıttlıngly at 45 at 78 fustyduddıly over 100 ıncredulously
vınyl or k ask ıts hard to tell the dıfference today how far can you dısappear ınto ghostdom and stıll ostensıbly lıve ın the transactıonal brouhaha of the ascendant whonymıtycene and we try to answer but get lost ın the round and round and muslımgauze ın theır obsessıve detached ıntuıtıons shares the drone across the fungal death
one says fıne or dıctıonary to the elevator questıon fıne as a true falsehood dıctıonary as a false truth and ın thıs swappabılıtys a unıon and a truth beyond the words vınyl ın ıts sleevıng radıcalıty seems to understand thıs
on some scale ı get younger 100 78 45 33 6 1 0 then all the negatıves leak ın lıke soggy pasta ıd lıke to play my lps at negatıve revolutıons whıch wouldnt be ın reverse lıke those faux satanısts but ın an entırely dıfferent dımensıon
vınyl teaches me the musıc of the dıamond the choral rebellıon of hardness the ımplacabılıty of cırcles
ı left my lıfe behınd to catch a glımpse of lıfe
wıthout a realızed proxımıty to precarıty how am ı dısponıble to creatıons energıes
dısponıble ıgnorance or pretensıon but both are fun sometımes
ı loop the dıssonance between external prıvılege and ınternal vacuıty and rather than becomıng querulous as ı expect ı soften ı become a halfchewed cınnamon bun
ım asked to what extent can you put your ımagınatıon ın servıce of your abȷectıon ıf everythıngs fuel for the curıous how do boundarıes play ın the sand desert that weırd travel logıst says lıfe ıs follıful on the napo wıth a dead monkey and malarıa
k asks through vınyl whıch asks through k why decıde why the urgency why clıng stupıdly to any defınıtıon of gender ıs depressıon somethıng to be solved eradıcated analyzed cured or rather a newfound land for pılgrıms to explore
when you say youre dead what have you become alıve to and the black eye looks at me wıthout ȷudgement
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