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released July 2, 2019

recorded by Will Killingsworth
Dead Air Studios
Amherst, MA

band photo : Omari Spears oshoots.com/music

album art : pencapchew.org

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Track Name: shrugging at the dearth of discourse
draft keeps coming in hot air floating out draft keeps coming in hot air floating out likes keep rolling in standards logging out likes keep rolling in standards shot i'm not spilling new beans it seems no bother to this social stream cus i'm not splitting the seams i'm only hoping that my stance gets valorized ! i ! guess it's ! loose ! ly de ! fined ! i guess ! it's ! it's fine ! i'm still following you you're still following me i'm still following you you're still following me i'm still following you you're still following me but who's the gatekeeper this time ??? why don't you tweet about it ! and generate some content on it ! post, re-post a meme about it ! hovering above the spacebar strapped in a driverless car and stopping to get some gas - and then this unexpected thing happened ! you hop in baring your smug translucent trope, or what is some ironic reference, i thought, thought that maybe you had some in with a cop ? vying to pull us apart? but we weren't buying anything we were just, but we weren't buying anything we were just half-jaded-ass full-hearted skeptical-as-fuck and you were scoffing at the gumption while we were stopped at every junction, we were intimidated fast we were o b l i t e r a t e d - but we weren't last - stop explaining it! stop explaining it! stop explaining it! stop explaining it! i'm retaining it! i'm retaining it! i'm retaining it! i'm retai- you can say what you want but i'm not stopping you can say what you want but i won't stop! stop explaining it stop explaining it ! who differentiates the sides ?? why don't you tweet about it though... oooOOOOoooo000oooo why don't you tweet about your self-assured self-righteous stances? you don't have to stay the same i guess that maybe that's how these judgements form an abcess? you say that my body is my body, but i'm hung up on what i oughta.. uhh... i know i'm not fooling anybody, but i can't find the reigns... but i can't find them when i dip my paws in ! but i can't find them when i sink ! my ! claws ! in ! do i look busy when i grate my teeth? you say that my body is my body, but i'm hung up on what i oughta... ungh... i know i'm not fooling anybody but i can't find the reigns... you say that my body is my body but i'm hung up on what i oughta - ah! i know i'm not fooling anybody but i can't find the reigns ! but i can't find ! a quick escape ! access the space i might have left them in ! but i can't quite ! articulate ! recall the space i might have left them in ! why don't you tweet about it ! and generate some content on it ! post, re-post a meme about it ! fine-tuned, subsumed thoughtcrime of mine!
Track Name: milton friedman's Big Dumb Dream
copywrite your secrets and shelve them in a store, you won't have to compromise if you enforce what you procure, trademark your lovingkindness reflected in your choice of how you package who you target, coerce and fatten profit ! hey i guess my demographic isn't so salable! we tend to lean against the current of what's containable ! commodify philanthropy via your webstore ! we're bottom-feeders sucking the scum off the global floor ! this game's so stratified W I D E, we come up in times so neoliberalized, subtle yet underlined, white as snow and pink as a scab healing a culture war ! blinded by passive interest of synthetic blisses ! what is the consequence this time ?? what is this THING that you're trying to SEE ?? (you can't see? you can't see ???? ) i do believe what you're trying to say is okay ! it's O-KAY ! but what's implied ? i'd take some help if i could get it but i'm not waiting for- waiting for an assailing wind to sweep this shit away - erode it ! so if you're want to see some change i'd say keep working but sit tight, sit tight, it's fine, it's fine, laser scan my eyeball, swinging towards the door, patent mass inertia and twist the segments loose this wire's hang ! ing on bent frays ! a couple of threads ! still passing charge ! and sparking over loose ends ! we aren't transcendant of time ! we are the bearers of future interest ! we are sublimey undermined by policies made blind to us by their bureaucratic language ! and by people disincentivized to care beyond their bottom line ! we are the ones refraining ourselves from lashing out against prescripted doom ! it's fine, it's fine, it's fine ! but will we survive ??? it's fine ! it's fine ! it's fine! we might have failed this time? but is it worth it to keep heaving at a concrete wall ?? how many bodies will it take to make all the scaffolding fall ??? and replace ! fake change ! with a semblance of efficacy that wouldn't be so easily co-opted by systems exacerbating global poverty, not waiting on assailing winds to sweep this shit away...away...uhh. what is the consequence this time? i do not know. i can't believe all the things i can't see, but i'll try, i'll try. i do believe what you're trying to SAY is OKAY, but ! i'm not, not sure, i'm not sure what's implied
Track Name: L.R.P.T.
slice ! up ! the pie graph into ! bite ! bite size ! bite sizes ! they'll be ! dumbing down your ideology, taking tabs on all your habits and all of your tendencies, assigning every person to some kind of category, they'll flatten out your identity with the latest rolling pin technology ! i guess until you're just a contour of the 3-d you used to be ! or thought that you were... they did ! they didn't ! they didn't know what they were doing when ! they ! assigned ! to each a username and algorithm! reifying figments of what life is, you sit back and try to chill in the blue glow of your devices, rewriting neural pathways clamped between cultural vices - they'll flatten out your identity with the latest rolling pin technology ! i guess until you're just a contour of the 3-d you used to be ! or you were... they'll flatten you out and steam roll and and permanent press ! they'll dissect you and vivsect you ! they'll bifurcate and, and redirect you ! and once that's over, they will inspect you ! scrutinizing for a sign that you aren't still adhering to the rules of how you should be based off statistics of the data gleaned ! as i lay me down to sleep i pray the web my soul to keep and should i die before i wake please don't delete my facebook as i lay me down to sleep i pray the web my soul to keep and should i die before i wake please don't delete my facebook page as i lay me down to sleep i pray the web my soul to keep and should i die before i wake please god maintain my facebook page ! are you there god ? it's me, margaret. asking for a friend. dm me if you get this, please. they'll flatten out your identity with the latest rolling pin technology ! i guess until you're just a cartoon of a human being !
Track Name: gray pull
first the gray matter transpires in the form of a cloak, it drops slowly but surely it's insufferable, i keep still trynna fake like i'm not feeling the pull, tugging my eyes into a dark and narrow tunnel, i'm stuck now under blankets that don't comfort just hold a momentary lapse of knowing what's desirable, it's not pain, it's the opposite, it's something insane - a lack of feeling, wall or something coming up in my brain ! gray pull ! fuck hold ! my mind ! slime mold ! side to side it's undesirable, sigh sigh sigh it's not inevitable, it's not luck ! it's a societal role, not bad luck ! it could be avoidable ! slime mold ! my mind ! fuck up ! this assumption ! and we're rolling and we're rolling, back into the shadow of what happened while still growing up we're all adults but we're still treading in the muck of problems we encountered trying to learn how to fuck - it's fucked up that these problems are so ubiquitious, i don't know many people who aren't feeling distrust, but we're all screaming in a tunnel, ricocheting, obfuscating, rolling in the shallow, we're rolling in the shallow, we're rolling in our shallow, we're rolling in our shallow graves, we're in the saddle, just groaning in the saddle, bemoaning all our impotence like it's unpalatable, cuz it's unfathomable, like we're all hollow? like pasture gone to fallow? like pasture gone the passion's gone the passion's gone the passion's gone the passion's gone the passion's gone the passion's gone and gone and gone and ! look at the atrophy? young minds severed from their bodies? confused and unfeeling? what's mine and yours is lost to me? numbed sexuality? what's mine is still unfolding - rolling out, unfurling out and rolling out, unfurling out and rolling out, unfurling out and rolling out, unfurling out new - gray pull ! fuck hold ! my mind ! slime mold ! side to side it's undesirable, sigh sigh sigh it's not inevitable ! it's not luck! it's a societal role, not bad luck! it could be avoidable ! and we're rolling and we're rolling back into the shadow of our growing up - we're all adults but we're still treading in the muck of problems we encountered trying to learn how to fuck - it's fucked up ! but it's really not that different from those who refuse to think that their indifference is complicit ! i believe in some things that i cannot quantify but when it comes to me i still deny i'm in the shadows, i'm lurking in the shadows, i'm lurking in the shadows and digging out my shallow grave, i'm in the saddle, just groaning in the saddle, bemoaning all my impotence like it's unpalatable cus it's unfathomable like we're all swallowed like pasture gone to fallow... no more hay is left for the rolling it's all sold out or left out and molding, they tell you take advantage while sun's still out and glowing but protestant prescriptions repress my own sowing. look at the atrophy? young minds severed from their bodies, confused and unfeeling? numbed sexuality? what's mine is still unfolding, rolling out unfurling out and rolling out unfurling out and rolling out unfurling out and rolling out unfurling out new plans... i take due time to find what my body is telling me sometimes it's anger and sometimes it's just misplaced keys but the feelings aren't something i have a hold on they just slip out of me like a colander drips or like a blister might weep ! clap on clap off i stop to smell a new rose insert my face and later find pollen on my nose ! who questions what who believes what who shuffles your gut? who takes the blame who gets the fame who's stuck in rut? who's picking sides and who's clinging to sexist lies?? in lieu of... (shHHH...) fertility laden with such shame, you had to sell out the ideal at the core at the core of yourself
Track Name: mudskipper emerges
mudskipper emerges from the muck, crawling out towards the sun... aaAAhh... humans gasp like they invented it but their pride is misguided and wrong... fable the genesis of the power you've been hoarding as something linear and merit-based, like life was of your forging? lichen smatters boulders with their frills, ripping up the rocks in pastel colors... making layers to support successive growth, every wave of life will build a forest. passive scientific fans might marvel what technology discovered while religious right maintains their stance that a vague sort of human figure is the mastermind of all time? people like to center themselves as the bearers of all, if less then that they'll pat their backs as having anticipated it... way inside you may find your own lizard brain capsized by a soulless tranquility, white lies coating layers, pressing weight on everything... mudskipper emerges from dell pond to a mass of humans insensitive to the ecology of natural chaos, they'll colonize and extrude the shit out of each other ??? ! presently we're faced with decisions that could make or break the world... aaAAhh ! as we know it we're in need of desperate shifts, but they're not having it .
Track Name: A Wolf
my ! BIG EYES ! what do you do with such huge !? keep looking ? keep looking ! it's all the better to be seeing you! she smiles so wide it lifts her lips up just enough to see the pointy tips of her canines! why do you feel so confused ?? IS SHE?? lying ! to you ! your throat goes dry, you scan the room ! suspicion ! sharpened vision ! a smell of musk - mothballs, perfume? a drooling tongue doles invitations: come closer girl, i'm losing patience... why is your sweat so PROFUSE ??? is it? it's not the heat it's the humidity, not sheer defeat - it's your timidity ! are you nervous but second-guessing the impending doom that your gut's suggesting? pick that axe up and axe it all apart.
Track Name: wet edge
can i have fifty pence or some euro i can pay you back i just need fifty cents to relieve myself of what is coming! every bathroom in europe is a treasure i guess? i'll be paying by the hour to relieve myself and ! once inside wipe down the wet edge of the toilet seat and ! once inside i savor the silence as this lavatory's occupied ! i keep my knees tight knees tight knees tight ! try not to pee quite pee quite pee quite yet ! i need relief like lief like lief like ! try not to pee quite pee quite pee quite yet ! i feel it reeling up my gut like a fishing pole ! but this lavatory's occupied ! i don't know how he discovered this grasp that controls me? this is the voice of god telling you what to do with your body, demanding to see what's holed up inside what's huddled in see what's holed up in sign what's huddled inside what's holed up inside ! you're counting me raw ! statistically flawed ! lost homicide ! but this allegory's codified! all my fantasies been vilified! but you're counting me raw ! i'm already gone back home inside ! but this lavatory's occupied ! it's occupied ! it's occupied it's ! occupied it's ! it's occupied it's ! it's occupied ! i'm inside it's occupied it's ! i'm inside still occupied it's ! i'm inside it's occupied it's ! i'm inside still ! clear, white and alone - you and i, so coooold and alone, you and ME we find we're at home you and i so coooold and alone you and... what's in the back room? i'm feeling plumes of something, furls of wet get spilling out my head, what? say you will and say that you won't but i'm not gonna gonna send another another gonna gonna uhh ! i'll relieve myself this time outside in the parking lot ! i'll relieve myself this time outside in the parking lot! ahhhhHHHHAaaahHHHAaaahahHhhhaaaa ! i'll relieve myself this time outside in the parking lot ! i'll relieve myself this time outside by the parking lot ! but this lavatory's occupied... but this allegory's codified... all my fantasties been vilified... !!!! ugh what is this thing that's happening? feels like there's a zipper in my large intestine and someone keeps pulling on it but it keeps, like, snagging on an organ or something but they keep tugging and it keeps snagging and... [this is the voice of god telling you what to do with your body]
Track Name: minor differences
i scroll back shuffle the stack and fold my hand to the wayside, i'll sit out this time potholes puckering the pavement you couldn't be what you wanted to be you couldn't be but you wanted to frost heaves pushing up the pavement contracted and yielding the cracks you couldn't be what you wanted to be so you filtered it from your view you couldn't be what you wanted to be all your past set to only you we pretended we could weather anything but whether or not turned out to be a little too forward - what's the proper synonym to explain the thing i've been feeling without repeating what you just said that you were feeling too? sorting out of phase, cuz you and i can't seem to reconcile our differences, we placate, we just can't seem to reconcile our minor differences, it's sad but not impossible it's bad but we're not terrible we just can't seem to reconcile our minor differences, silent staring at a skillet waiting to flip the pancake you couldn't be what you wanted to be you couldn't be what you wanted to and all your rearview's fogged with morning dew you couldn't see if you wanted to i see less in you and me with each pass ing day i see less with each passing day each passing day each passing day each passing
Track Name: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽
i ! look ! in ! side ! the fiery eyeballs of my ene ! my ! seeth ! ing ! with ! slime, appointed authority drip ! ping! all ! o ! ver ! their spine, supine with the weight of their sti ! ink ! ing ! mys ! tique ! gloved claws that scratch at touch-sensitive screens! i can't decide, i am beside my judgement i call help i can't feel my feet my mortality is a fleeting thing - it is fleeting ! they call out between the reeds searching for their supper ! but i'm under cover of fallen leaves and moss just biding time until they clear aside so i can step out... i step outside, my courage lurches like seismic shifts alter mountains, pushing bent mantle into the core of what lies beneath me - shoved in the core i keep sliding lower and spray myself with a sticky adhesive hoping i can adhere the skills that i had grappled to pack ! you were just looking, watching for something, i was depending, y'all have no reason, i was book-ending, ripping and mending, you were hand-wringing, i was inside ! new rhyme and reason, shedding my sequins/sequence, leaving a trail but y'all weren't in season, leaving a trail of slime and silver lining until what binds me sepa ! rates and ! parts ! the ! space ! i wander inside! barely alive ! i am consumed by the fumes ! caustic and fully exhumed ! i am a cartoon of doom ! but something between their eyes starts to shift and quiver ! their eyebrows begin to rise questioning the size ! of ! what ! they'd ! marked ! for ! dinner this time ! and we would like to believe that they're somehow different ! but they're not far from us they just discussed different shit on the , on the bus, the school bus, with all their faces nonplussed ! why so nonplussed ???? i thought i saw them i thought i saw them snacking on the remains of human figures... i thought i saw them i thought i saw them whistling i couldn't ascertain... i thought i saw them i thought i saw them ! the opulence drips on their placemats while deceit wriggles out of their mouths - like worms ! and sticking your hand in a beehive they'll be juicing your mind like a rind ! salt taste ! fake waste ! go back inside !

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