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Proem
01:55
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The Humming Prole is perpetually hanging wet laundry on lunch hour between two buildings. The year is Always. Written to survive. The Long Brainwash. Rinse Twice before Dream.
Snapshots of a Popular Sickness eating itself (in the mirror). The slow-motion Anxiety of wage-slavery in dress Code.
Double XL intuition, sagging without a belt. The loudest voice in a vacuum, pulling back the rug.
(Undressing emperors with Words)
Written from the Turning Gut of the Bureaucratic Beast brought to its knees picking up Change. The feeling’s been there for years. The feeling’s been there for years.
Knew before knowing how to say it. Then said it in as many ways possible.
To draw a room of the feeling.
To write right next to the point, to just suggest one’s mind’s eye towards something but always allow them to find it themselves. No wrong answers, no stupid questions.
The Humming Prole is a cigarette break without a phone. A way home, to repeat tomorrow (and see something new). The Humming Prole is part rant, part deep breath.
An uphill swimming pool.
A room filled only with Tools to Break Out.
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2. |
Chainsaw Reiki
02:16
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genre: chainsaw reiki
hands: rapture
blood: warm
food: tops of trees
species: earth
dinosaur: sun / high noon
dress: gown
hat: sidestreet
pant: doggiepaddle
tongue: depends on who
target: multiflavored
destination: secret sauce
genre: handscraper
job: appear
pay: appear
morning: alarm
lunch: yesterday’s cook
sleep: dumb bell
wake: muscle
teeth: slave
family: panic room
safe: a few friends
combo(nation): a dead language
lock: math
god: words
genre: (essential) hacksaw oil
burner: home
clock: blood
hands: fire
food: sweat
species: field
tribe: wildflower
hat: weed
shoe: mop
storage: earth
dress: smog
lipstick: hazards
genre: serrated knife
tongue: fading hieroglyph
ear: mumbles
hands: pterodactyl
genre: ice pick
heart: furry coat
wings: mirror
size: pants
shoes: clock
age: time (armor: death)
hat: glove compartment
genre: squathouse
impulse: healing /health
revulsion: sustenance
survival: fighting
genre: retro indigenous spear
language: hide+seek (language: turkey hunt)
expression: dinosaur
feeling: paint
language: walls
point: point
(fire: brush)
(wild: escaped)
last: last
last: last
Afterhawks/spinningspuds mashedpotato thoughts:
Yes(terday): endless scrimmage
Tooday: same work clothes
Genre: sawhorse (whisperer)
Drill: life energy
Drive: impact
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3. |
Imacare (excerpt)
01:05
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she uses her husband’s poor health to complain about obamacare on fedbook with the rest of the resting wildfires in internment camps roasting marshmallows and themselves over their own low flame and sense of self under great great grand uncle trees and endless shadow animals called shade, to snack up kids and raise barb wire, to keep out the taxman and termites, eating all the red and white wood, grown up blue and jaded, she uses his potential heart-attack to scratch her talons on like redwood bark, baring it all, woke up grizzle,
we’re all stuck in our own little bullshit world. (andalwaysmigrating)
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4. |
A Chimp/Fuked By Borders
04:52
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a chimp orbits space before we do
our tech comes from Africa like we do
the man who built the h bomb built the computer
price?
john von (neu man) teller told it
at least mathematics said it,
dead distant relative exists
subjectively dying under hospital light in a coma , isn’tonlyoneofus
the white walls were everywhere
our children die in the name of a cheap shirt a 3rd world child died for
non-NATO wars die off of the common cold - 2nd hand (,objectively)
a bomb drops before food does
tax speaks in funny languages
maps never show all the history (the way Armageddon is only a place)
time travels faster than light, like no crafty happen could crash into its known it (at least not head on) (a second per second) (bernays shows the opponents how to sell it) (knowledge must be manipulated to know it)
life speaks in funny languages
propaganda only became a “bad” word once it worked
exploitation is life, by way of, to make thru, and hence forth
‘torch of freedom’ to cancer
women’s rights all the way to day care, all the slave you can be
(freedom of press to free to own it all) (long to become your oppressor)
a dog was the first living thing to die in orbit out in space
bacon and eggs became the american breakfast
the one’s that invented free speech also engineered consent speak up for your unifrom dead soap floats better than a republic Arbenz in a chiquita ad who plus who (all) equal no one longer hair for hairnets ballyhoo next number’s edison’s Swan song Laika, day six or six hours? stray thoughts linger longer accustomed to waiting for the food to come to them, my footprints still gather water on your million years without wind, america still gathers flies in its web, inanimate spiders (everything sacred in the snare), only so many dreams to go around, black box and patented destiny, manifest present tense, self-evident across the continent, and still “aliens” in “your” pants, borders bleeding over, should trying to crawl through the would work
exterminator on the line
(electric tight rope and remote patrol) (fucked by borders)
metal bar in our shoes
eyes pigeon toed (& on a bunny hill)
junkie pecking at his seed
an ‘enemy’s’ pet was the first thing to breach outer space (and we think our masters will win us enough food to throw litter) (and we think our chains aint nothing but gravity) (and they think we think we can just continue to shit where we eat) ( and we think we think the only thing we can do with our voice is consume)
(a fruit fly don’t count) (even rats have been to space)
(see which turns to gold first) (then switches to the dollar)
cowry and sea shells made it to money before we reinvented it as institutional debt
one serf collects salt off the back of the next
our tech comes from the idea(l) of community (chattel can make better song than their owners) (suitcases tell stories they end up trapped in) (the cliffhanger was a briefcase) (the #handle was a job) (sold (out) like a gift economy) (no good(s), no services)
i packed to leave slowly, one shirt a day
bacon and eggs was invented before i was
so was the mo(u)ld i’d be sold into
sitting at a window they claim i can’t jump through
(like the last seven exit wounds weren’t the crocodile pit) (like everything aint a parachute out of a fiery airplane) (we splashed down in the pacific)(-ied see)(all the way back from ’69) we landed where we always were
(hopefully, or not)
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Cruise Ship Sam's Cult
02:45
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dollars were a dollar off bought in bulk
hot ham legs slopping in and out of garters like pudding wave pools
store security with red ink tentacles and wrestler legs on every end display
deserted in every aisle
eating his shipmates before he finishes himself
raft of shelves, we bail out into the day turning over
like a lake waves, swoosh, nothing but sunset
and the something’s-dead-stank wind in the wide open mouth of the capitalist harbor
you can only sell your chains
off you
(take your time, hurry up)
pig gotch yur tongue
ur a cat up a tree
ur a house phone tower
dressed like a tree
a big google balloon
the pigs on removal platoon
you fig private and personal
fully rigged and assumed
covering ur junk yard
dogs all in ruin
jig’s got yur up
banks got’ch ya money
heaven’s got yur back
ur a rat up a wall
a tap on a phone
a high utility bill
dressed like a home
reason gotcha blackmailed
strutting ‘round in skimpy wages
contagious got yur tongue
licking up every (gov) milk bowl like a (concentration) stamp
permanent good intentioned murderers
markers in this bathroom Stall
doorman’s got ur foot
investor’s got ur hat
you gotch yur hold up
pig in a blanket in a sex on the beach
tossing back/down worthless words
frig gotchyour angst
beating the cat up against the tree
free all the way up until memory
dead all the way up to death
down gotch yur time
morning robe and wet evening routine
ur a robbed wallet, never hurt
a scratch on the daily post
a host for things not lesser than you
ur a mirror without reflection
the security tag that doesn’t know it’s there
the whole ocean that can’t see itself
but in the sky
like a low tree
adapting into a cell tower
PR‘s hot spot
Where’s Haldol ?
find the rock under the rock
break it over
mind gotch yur tongue
eat the drapes with it
grate gotch ya cheese
smile from the nothing left
everything’s already here
(in bulk)
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does the rain not end up looking like it chose sides
and do we care when it all inevitably becomes lake to swim in
showing off our skimpy opinions (rub these words into my back) (get where i can’t reach)
(everything i say, naked)
(you put all the clothes on)
but in the end
was the rain not bought
and sold, payrolled into the ocean, summerassaulted, fall broken (pipe dreams sprung leaks)
direct deposit into the bio-environs, do your best backdive (get where i can’t reach)
fat checks and balanced dread we hold up the largest number we can
a four star feeling in a big banging head
expensive thunder
cheap enlightening
dangerous rain (/reign)
perma-fog
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7. |
Headbugs
06:31
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headbugs, ugly thoughts, hall of mirrors, dusty hard-on, nonsense self, draggy guts, undone gumption, thin blood and rotund assumptions, wet gun, overweight trigger, ugly fun and no hum, insipid spunk, wearisome drum, gas drunk, funk motor, and emotive chauffeur, secret groper, gossip rot, expressive dump, hope fungus and douche bumps, bulky pastime, heart plump, confusion fat, tongue slump, think slouch, read slow, digestive ruins, moral wreckage, antique abjection, from the pickle barrels of my waterfall gut, from the bone-tired mouths of those that survived, to the dog tied up to your mind, sniff out the money, snort all the joke, neck broke up to your pockets in collectable mud, thud from the ringleader, nudge from the landlord, equality thug, tug on the full-cord, our lows hit a high note, glass bleeds, pleated views, cut from bigger fabric, rolls of laugh track lay out like dead carpet, market cycle, one wheel, pedaling down the busiest street, head asku, suffering sell out, hammock smirk and life under your eyes, knows out to here, everything from garbage to pretty garbage, smell under the rose of spectators, from the bloody nose to the court, stainless steel name, replaceable replaced hip, golden ticket, yellow # 5, flag on a point to prove, war moon, atmosphereless breeze, flagpole spine, cartoon life, bitter stripe, ungroomed and aloof, rapping at the grave, prosthetic hip, ghost-dancing with mirrors, we were a bout of fog, an undetonated bomb weighing down a payload plane, slack imagination doing sit-ups, the shape of things tabulated, trodden down, invented heavy heart and thrashing fancies, presuppose suspenders on heroes don’t hold up in court with fancy pants or suspending disbelief isn’t the kettle’s corn or obvious trail of blood to heaven, rush of gold to the head, sluiced out in cutting edge fashion, razor to the tape, head to the play button, dead zone center, (tape hiss) gritty soul, GMOhmygod, big bang kernel, multiverse marrow, intelligence behind, design snob, beating the dead hobby horse, copy drive, prosthetic will and soft rind, mind lint, pocket full of needs, stained knees, adjusting to the beat, paint night with the black and blues, sample hits and whip the already running workhorse, morse code heart and steady ache, bow and cursor, murked thirst, satin flat inertia, remodeled models, gloss feelings, church shoulders, work is kneeling, recoddled co-opted prominent worldview, OG peon, word is bondservant, un-herd of fowl, sheep out of bounds, lap hound, idea drudge, domesticated faith, liver aches and existence withdrawal, substance junkie, ADD reality, divided smile, minus sign thru everything, spaghetti dick stimuli, limp hammer, a victim’s manners, and hard-on dust, rusted promise, fear of target, imagination ruins, ingenuity bones, flag carcass, nostalgic smut, (nirvana’s cunt), purpose soot, deleted foot, sense of self coup, calm robbery, zero degree good, domesticated dogmas, litter box camaraderie, drunk heaven, slippery bliss, poly miss, intoxicated fist, fuck you, shit, piss and territory turrets, nervous system, medieval castle, half benevolent gut, ugly instinct, black third eye, smug and lip synced, dumbed and pristine, dubbed and listened, bored and fishing, straight and twisted, raped and blistering, caped and missioned, trickle down day, hard knock door, service entrance life, bard cocked gun, flower scented bullets, apple eye dud, pie in face petting, heavy oral, cuddle sect, and flying rug pull out, moral blanks, sewage banks, high interest thanks, calm me tanks, put me down now, grouchy out, prolonged ow, retarded milk, ugly quilts and passed down mud, blub substance, hoax goals, and hand down gloves, (occupied love) i deal straight doves, bled-out hearts and stringent violins, ideals mugged and shot, revealed real and botched, bedsweats, (tossed) and dropped, treetop mother, checkbook father, recluse martyr, bouncing proof, douche chills and strip malls, headbugs, dirty dreams, ghetto mattress, nintendo actress, deep breath spastic, god-erratic, enigmatic and fretful, neck out was nuts and bolts, cold hard actuality, cash was gore, guts, dust and timing, free hearted milk, unelected principality, payroll butter, and garb-age slaves, dress your disposition, panic button up your headdress, feather pillow for hat, roadmap for head, this is blood on sheets, this is dead underneath, this is ghost, a haunted poem, a missing-contest, avant watering hole, guard the plug, pay the sponsor, rock your hardplace, sport the loss, sweat the toxins, bet the sore thumb, the hand won’t come out attached, win a pet injun, go home stepping back, mouth full of plastic bag, streets chalk full of plans, choke on the nothing, the neon gap, hoard worth, your cheese and oil, slipping on your big words, attracted to ugly signs and (y)awning, math in the grits bowl, a fraction of yourself, always only half me, slow mud, crashed rug, flying low, got god-blues
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boozy
fruit-fly
futuristic screen
sweet light
the sheets you were signed on
dot mom
spot on
all suicide kink
all corporatist think
studying the system, being taught by the system
fight for a place in the injustice
long stick with
body at the end of chalk
tallest teacher
sweetest light
judgy gavel
four thousand fork Rd dot c’mthrfuckon
and serving, warrants itself,
rom - drive floppy can
a rigged chimera
the hide-iest camera
and they all fall down
plants sprout by its side
buttered up, please
pass the righteous flavored plate
the salted silver spoon
drips like a runny nose
wiped clean with bread and roses
hold the pose
wait for the flash
hands out for cheese
life gives you life
make comfort food
pass the sleep
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