Live at the Southgate House in Newport Kentucky, Roesing Ape & Zog. Intense noise. Also, there was a capture glitch with VirtualDub that causes the video to freak a little bit and speed up dramatically as time goes on. I left it because it sounds cool and who watches past 30 seconds anyway?
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2002 Civilization
Civilization is the grime on my teeth. In civilization desires are like grains of sand. Lying about on the floor over there is the want of a new couch. Behind that book hides the wish for a better nose. Floating in that particular toilet is the desire of wealth. Cravings for sex, caviar, a nice complexion, a new computer, new shoes, and a record deal huddle together under that dime under that wheel of that rusted van on that decrepit street in that shitty neighborhood covered with that grime from that urine and that dead animal owned by that wounded veteran with that mental disorder fed by that cheap processed lamb meal shipped in from that third world country where that farm hand was shot for reporting to that authority that that supervisor had raped that poor suffering woman’s daughter that many times in that way over and over like that time he raped the little Indian girl in that dream where he went to that prosperous country carried on that magical rusty bus to that street and destroyed that veteran’s life by killing that animal and throwing it in that street and there was that dime that shined like that knife that fell out of his pocket like that moment that hovered for a moment like that grime on an angel’s teeth like that civilization in my mouth, green, crusted, and desiring.
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2001 Point Beside It
And then there was this point beside it; And beside the point lying on the ground was this huge thing.. power itself to behold, orange, and the size of a grapefruit.
As a matter of fact, it was a grapefruit. A special grapefruit with no juice but chemically eroded wires for fibers to hold it together in its essential position among things of the lying beside of the point.,
Where was I was where there, deciding upon it and the keyboard glows and light is bashed up the side of the head by a large taco, another food item, item of food, to be beheld in an abstract essay with oblique references to food items of food. Possibly continuing on into rattles of political poetics about consumption, and the American dream of consumption, the ever swallowing, the gulp of life, each moment defined by what is taken in, in taken.
And the large pause,
Where rethinking is in order,
Secondary thoughts with a little tick tap tap totting in the background.
Maybe a drink of coffee, a warmness in the throat to help us forget the rituals given away for delight.
The Faustian contract with buttons, smoke, and fire.
And that’s how we began,
To get to give.
Dong dong give me a bone and I will swallow my tongue to drown out the voices of my mothers. Well god damn it everyone else is talking about the voices of their fucking fathers., I’ve got to be different, make my mark show’em who’s knowin’ what to be doin’. The big daddy Oh..
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