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I start to open the mail from Bob and remove the little chunks. Then I remember last time so I grab my recorder to capture a video. Sample the audio of the papers sliding across my skin. I’m desperately grasping at some idea of a cultural curator, but it needs to be personal and so specific that it feels awkward to even describe it. The crunch of low hanging dance fruit. Script on, script off. Make love at the window. Birthday score. Scramble pancakes for your birthday. Your head is flat and out of sorts. Some sort of obelisk. Pole drop… ouch! Ow! Good.
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Lamb
04:19
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Attention grabs a segment and floats it across my floor. Blatant worship at the moon altar. Just play your guitar for a while and try to rely on muscle memory. Want to escape this planet? Feel it in your skin. A certain type of absurd humor is my favorite form of revelry.
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Long Black Skirt
07:21
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Camera pans back to reveal a pastoral seen. Roll the slides. I’m using a dream recall technique that originates in the Paleolithic era probably. Dreaming about new wardrobe options. I just walk the pasture pathways. Bring a dress or at least a long black skirt (crawdad reflection). I’ll just walk on the shoulder. Set the table. Corruptible fan zine “Scribble Report” (pass on to babies). Ran ridiculous mile speed cross cumulous layers. “Grand scheme of most things”. Garden flexible. Bring him to me, dressed down for the occasion (shirt untucked). Forced over your yard. Scrape it up, paste and glue. Glom it together- cream surprise! Hollowed out soul.
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P-Top
02:29
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I’m integrating a sense of the real within an artificial space.
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Copper Gollum
03:43
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I’m learning to trust myself and my creations again.
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Recipes
06:27
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I realize that some people don’t understand my humor or my art, but that doesn’t stop me from trying to tickle when I need to tickle. Listen, call your friends. Go to bed. Recipe for a happy life? You are a wonderful dancer.
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Two Worlds
06:09
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I left a part out of this one where I get to ride in a limo with Andrew Eldritch. Something about a house that has an entryway that is dug up around the foundation. Leads to a portal but it doesn’t really matter.
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We Have No Zen! Ukraine
Ukrainian net-label focused on contemporary experimental/improv/psychedelic/etc. music.
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