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[18 Dec 2009 | Friday] 


Christmasasaurus volume 4 is now available for download! Featuring the TM cover of 'No X-Mas for John Quays' currently in evidence in the typically budget quality audio of the myspace player WE ARE ALL FORCED TO PUT UP WITH THE INNATE MEDIOCRITY OF. ahem. anyway, this year's compilation also features: Scissor Shock, Kindergarten Hazing Ritual, I Killed Techno!, A Beautiful Lotus, Colors Killing Numbers, Serious Skin Connection, White Guys Jumping, Kamakaze Kitten, Tooth Eye, Melted Cassettes, Zathura, Peppermint Pony, [tlr] & Microphone Mic, Active Knowledge, Sakura Pups, Giggle The Ozone, Shonkinite Kitten, Charlieboy, The Tleilaxu Music Machine, Butterfly Daughter, The Three-Brained Robot, Bubblegum Octopus and Watabou.

music includes such supposed genres / dirty words as "chiptune", "breakcore", "grindcore", "electronica" and "noise". also "experimental". and "novelty". make your own sentence.

DOWNLOAD FREE HERE:
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we wish you a bearable christmas and a better new year than the last fucking one

and if you haven't had enough of christmas by then....



Tortoiseshell Male also appeared on last year's Christmasasaurus which can be downloaded right here:
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Crisis Tales
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Release date: 2009-11-30
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[20 May 2009 | Wednesday] 
It is known that sometime in the near future, a scientist finally achieved his lifetime's work and invented time travel. His dabblings in the past soon resulted in hideous repercussions, and regretting his actions, he attempted to undo his own invention, but failed, supposedly creating a chain of paradoxes that rendered the very nature of reality far more unstable than the dull events of the natural & correct timeline that you currently traverse. His machine fell into the hands of several others and soon the entire development of the world was twisted horribly by megalomania and greed. We never knew this time, it no longer "happened" - but a few are left with inexplicable memories of what occurred that should not have, before it was all undone again and we were returned to the closest to correctness we could be. this is one of their stories, put on in the form of an especially low budget musical, in an attempt to explain what didn't happen & how:

England is in a state of cold war with a highly intelligent yet secluded & inexperienced cargo cult angered after discovering that television was not a god but in fact what they soon considered a drug designed to sucker them in and then rob them of a money they had no concept of. the first attack by the cult was a piece of sophisticated voodoo referred to colloqially as "when the wind changed", leaving hundreds hideously disfigured and forced to wear masks. the only people unaffected were conventionally beautiful women, whose faces were so full of botox & collagen that they were entirely immune to the attack. others clawed their own faces to pieces in futile attempts to change expression. Thus the population of england today is made up mainly of hideously disfigured mask-wearers and the occaisonal impossibly pristine woman, and "ghosts" - people who used to exist but due to constant time travel suddenly aren't born anymore and hold on to reality as a shade only usually visible to close family.

A failed musician, in an advanced sense of derangement, meets a cat headed detective who he believes to be a figment of his own delusions, manifested in a scarecrow he made out of clothes to scare off visitors. the detective uses a system of chance to deduce not only the perpetrators of crimes, but the events of the future and the paths he should take. bonding over their shared time travel mistakes & shattered dreams, the two team up in order to find a terrible weapon due to be unleashed as part of the cargo cult's second attack, before others find it and use it for their own ends....
known as the OCTAVE program, the object of the duo's quest is a system designed to artificially induce man's evolution through the addition of an extra chromosome, twisted into a weapon with a new intent - to overload the senses of the entire population and leave them braindead and stupefied by a bombardment of information. One fateful evening, this is unleashed erroneously by one of three suspects:

"Spoilt" Victor McCall - the villainous paperpusher in charge of our childrens education, who led an expedition to the island of the cultists in order to activate the program under the bidding of the daemon Gruel Hovel.

Horace Gengle Montgomery - the mysterious cat headed detective who disappeared soon after the disastrous effects of the OCTAVE program were unleashed, a climatic clash with Victor's party all that remains in the recollections of his partner:

Staring Flak MC - the failed musician, who wakes up with a memory full of holes in a world even more messed up than before - where only the insane & the senseless have survived intact. Himself being tonedeaf and more than a little unhinged, Flak is one of the few left unaffected, and, after a prolonged bout of isolatory madness leads him to sudden enlightenment, vows to uncover the truth.

Holed up unwittingly in what was once a famous reality TV show, Flak inadvertantly gets the program revived due to his bizarre actions, and Victor's newly formed conglomerate NEET concocts a master plan: to turn the now ravaged island of england into a massive reality TV show. upon eviction from the house, each contestant believes themselves to be back in the outside world, but in actual fact is merely in the next stage of the game, until they are eventually ejected into the sea for the braying enjoyment of the few rich left alive to view the proceedings from the safety of their remote scottish island homes. The new ruling class become bored with this state of affairs and begin proceedings to turn the reality TV world into a virtual videogame world in which they can hunt down the tattered remnants of the rest of the population of england via remotely controlled robots, in a variety of exciting holographic zones. Amongst this new territory, Flak & new partner Grief Bitmap Designer, a failed computer programmer who materialised mystierously in his room, search for clues that may lead them back to the cat detective who seemed to spark off this chaotic and apocalyptic series of events. Meanwhile Horace Gengle Montgomery himself, equally suspicious of Flak, assembles a team of old companions to trace his wherabouts, and the two former partners, both convinced of each other's treachery, begin a narrowing search leading them closer and closer to confrontation each day, each needing to get their hands on the time machine that is the only way to undo the hideous mess history is in.

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[10 Nov 2008 | Monday] 
explanation of house eulogies
the pilot episode is designed to work in three seperate orders, in album format this is achieved by
(1) listening to the album in the track order suggested
(2) listening to the house eulogies in numerical order beginning from the smallest
(3) splitting the album into two halves and performing step 2 with each half.

Tortoiseshell Male in... the Befuddling Mystery of the Moratorium
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By Captain Beefheart
Release date: 1992-03-13
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[09 Nov 2008 | Sunday] 
house eulogy 131; previously on Tortoiseshell Male...
house eulogy 82; our warnings fell to the floor unheeded like last season's hair
house eulogy 178; unwanted neighbours were transmuted into pure bass frequencies.
house eulogy 119; only the already tonedeaf were unaffected by the octave's premature shattering.
house eulogy 80; the 1950s bar retro ambience provided some light relief to the necromancy in hand.
house eulogy 81; resurrected, the General's attempts at eating went unremarked out of sheer politeness.
house eulogy 101; the Lighter Days of Dark Buddha (claimant yy737237a)
house eulogy 161; the hatmaker's dot matrix finally wigged out after years of neglect
house eulogy 89; from autumns ill; result in breakdown.
house eulogy 120; rendered obsolete, many were forced to go out and get real jobs.
house eulogy 151; intense rooftop techno showdown
house eulogy 139; the last big hurrah was, as expected, a massive anticlimax.

2.

in this barroom you can see your breath
whats better than walking off almost any known psychosis?
the idios kosmos of an embittered 1940s genre detective
which yes again sounds almost as difficult as choose your own adventure novels
respawn, turn page, respawn, turn page and die...
swap leads round when in need of sleep
and make toast at three in the morning;
eat.

"that wouldn't be a very good use for this, uh..."

and your gold discs on the walls are all cheap CD-Rs...
in this nictotine induced ketamin latency ASIO flashback
you can hardly see the ceiling your feet are adhered to
stepping round broken lightbulb glass floor
bite masking tape in half to keep my hoodie's hood affixed.

"i don't want to mess up my blade"

but it feels like the top of my head is coming off when i smile too hard
i yawn till i dislocate my jaw.

"that's not what balloons are for"

and the co-op has raised the price of it's loaves three times in as many days
it's said:

"i'll just take some more bread to honour the dead"

i write my name in condensation or on an isle of wight rock
only to watch it erode away
i can't seem to achieve permenance.

WHEN ZOOKEEPING GOES WRONG:

"there's nowt much more fooked-up than a butterfly's tongue"
said a northern anthropologist to my imaginary friend once.
ever since i was five, i been frightened of lions
i blame a certain car advert on television at the time
about a certain oversized feline going from strength to strength
but the only escaped zoo animals that ever made it to Box Grove
were wallabies
and that might have actually been a dream.
my ex was terrified of sharks when near water
her phobia went overboard even by the canal
and i think that this is far more ridiculous
than my fear of being mauled by big cats
in a recurring nocturnal scenario
we break into Bishop's Gardens
only to find it overrun with wild animals, wolf packs, snow leopards
and suchlike
i have this one almost as often as the one about moving house....

your disregard for personal space
is only amplified by your slap chest attitude
i have at least two person space
between me and you

there is a link that consumes my unoccupied time
that can be spent photographing my hands or repairing the lightswitch
like an everyday standard homeowner
taking advantage of a spare thirty minutes
between washing the car and mowing the lawn.
i aspire to own an unsculptured character
that i can encourage to sit at piano five hours a day
and study schematics of a planetary system
the stem of an obstacle firmly rooted crooked from my seed
a bone china whale with her offspring
sitting next to a glass E.T. upon my housemate's TV set
i assume without caution that the outcome of my annual leave request & loan application will be unsuccessful
and do i have what it takes to cut out the now definitely dead monologues of an expired archbishop

spoon / . . . / click / drive / soiled / hair / waste / proof / face /  sold /  hang / dry /  top /  prey / hand / bleed / . . .

unlockables are consumables for the virtual community
all my useless trinkets are restricted to digital containment.
pacifism is curling into foetal position whilst being kicked.
this lumpy green stuff is your lifepartner now.
pictures of starving children adorn our washing powders
sponsoring the live clam eating contests on TV
still wriggling round palate in most sickening fashion
that you try to get veal back in
the pale shadow of your supposed former selves
the good becomes the commonplace
the history books forget or maybe leave out the overriding sense of wonder
now lost forever till the next big thing - a gimmick.
there comes a point where everyone has to draw a line
and smoking my as yet unborn children is where i draw mine.
i may have ignited and inhaled the odd bible in the past...
that doesn't make me a bad person,
this does:

last night I...
taking latest elongated jump down North Street
i barely miss kicking someone walking next to Giles in the head
and, hovering for a second,
end up perched on the rock-like grey bun of hair
atop a chinese pensioner.
shelf consciously she walks into some new clothing shop
replacing the newsagent i bought the ancestral trail from
i thought my infamous next door neighbour had a glass eye
but they're both real.
which is more logical, as if you had a prosthetic, they could both be the same shade.
i scrabbled for a similar appendage in a muddy tunnel underground
upriver indistinct hairy or oily shapes ooze through the water towards me...
no shadows.
an old rope hangs from the hole i fell into this mess in the first place through
and a dull glint reflects from a pair of glasses
as eyes more accustomed to dim light
peer short-sightedly into the gloom
they fall from his face to be caught by a piece of string
and dangle down the pit flashing sunlight round the burrow
like a shaky handed housebreaker with a torch
invading the cool darkness
this habitat of woodlice
scurrying under log's shade
lift up a rock
and you may find
me also.
jumping at the sight of an empty suit suspended in air
then spotting the clothesline.
i shake my ragdoll head.
you pull your black beanie down in case of photographs and laugh
one hand over mouth.

" leave my cat alone. "

questing tendrils
frankenstitched dolls
suction cupped tentacles
of hungry ghosts
an apparition of orifice
both humid and hallucid
this is my latest haemorrage
left after the beep
for a machine masqerading as a middle class woman
speaking in a comfortably cosy british tone...

fixed with a baleful eye
an octopus resides below the calm surface area
lurking birdsong above etc.
this region is unstable.
beware falling clouds that wrap round your face and suffocate you.
maintain eye contact
my back has been caved in.

distended!
most corpulant,
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE.

" can't decide what genre you are?
  then why not try doctor motley's patented home vagrancy test!
  simply urinate on the matchstick provided
  then stand on one leg blindfolded
  till new year's day.
  don't like to look people in the face when engaging in conversation?
  i find the best way is to stare at blank television! "

stare at the ceiling of a supermarket
and you might reveal its true self

close my eyes...
everything is white.
chewing on the gritty veterbrae of a fly
stuck in my hot dog
as we sunbathe on council estate
near where the reception for your late best friend took place
and everyone takes their frustration out on the gate:
"RESIDENTS ONLY"

earthquake in milton...
survivors huddle in the pub
a scarecrow like figure arrives with man dressed as magpie
backing away from the woodlouse, he speaks:

" there is a conspiracy between the three major music channels
to time their advert breaks so they run simultaenously. "

the other agrees that rap is at it's worst when contorted into PARTY MUSIC
it's painfully twisted limbs in coffin position for the simian
plus the others throwing shapes
in a club where no music plays
but everyone's dancing the same
this is the shepard's life
rainbows reflecting off leather jackets with retro backpatches
insignia of gangs that don't exist
the gist of the matter is
the motorcycle mechanic's outlook on life
or as i call it
brutally pointless survival
we will freeze your tears to add to our brand new polar ice cap replacements
we will build a hairpiece to cover the gap the ozone layer seeps out from

" we're coal miners, ain't we? we'll dig a tunnel and hide from meteor! "

" tentacles n' all "

on a flattened rubik's cube landscape reminiscent of light cycle game from tron
your mathematics is given physical form
and left to run amok
like a massive robot micheal jackson wandering nevada desert at night
crying his innocence out to the still empty air
this humidity is killing me
and my ability to care
hey!

" what merit this manuscript contains is an irregular heartbeat skipped
it's hardly a metronome...

this little piggy needed stitches
this little piggy went septic
this little piggy got gangrene
this little piggy got amputated
and this little piggy got lost
possibly swallowed by next door's dog?

anyway that's how i ended up with five toes and two feet. "

i've begun hanging round building sites
in the hope that i get small metal shards in my eyes
it's like crying for the first time
over batteries not included
ahh they looked good in photos
but they tottered on heels
as unwieldy as is usual for svengal.
me? i'm intelligent enough to know that i'm not clever
and to know i'll never look good in make-up again
and the greatest revelation that i've ever had on drugs
is realising i'm a dickhead.

it's me versus the silverfish with a spraycan of room odouriser
the next hour will consist of listening to the last hour again...

let me clear my throat
till i cough blood like some parallel of puking
and something about supermarkets that i forgot to write down.
all my friends are going bald.
i have selective amnesia - i choose what to forget
i may forget i don't forgive myself for forgetting to forgive forgotten.
i'm embarrassing songs about women
as an ice cream van avant jazz solos over gerudo desert most splendidly
as i'm still trying not to sound insulted
hours after phone call ended
in fact the next day's flower shop and thank yous still somehow intact.

retracting morning claws inward with the first dose
it's always both the and for the best.

hunting for needles in a sea of draw distance  is still so much better than real life could ever be...
refreshing but dubious.
motherandchildrockswaterfallbasinred
glorifying the horsehead sphere as was said of someone
i can only assume played baseball.
meanwhile the poodle people preen themselves for pubshowing
i stay home which is also my head
i stay home which is also my head unless it rains.

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TV Loves You Back
By Restiform Bodies
Release date: 2008-09-30
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[26 Aug 2008 | Tuesday] 

01 house eulogy 78; in which our hero discovers a clue in a book not even a charity shop could sell.
02 house eulogy 110; it was then that we realised that Bognor social services building looks like the Tricorn Centre.
03 house eulogy 141; Stockhausen turned in his grave as the carpet was finally cleaned.
04 house eulogy 92; Office Politics Spoilt Victor Tabletop & Triumphant in Revenge Exacted At Last.
05 house eulogy 40; the secret partition opened to reveal a wardrobed skeleton adorned with fairy lights.
06 house eulogy 74; an epiphany interrupted by a miscreant abusing fireworks.
07 house eulogy 115; fearsome scenes inside the old butterscotch mansion.
08 house eulogy 157; call yourself a businessman
09 house eulogy 79; the waterfall trickled to a halt, revealing the entrance to a network of underground tunnels.
10 house eulogy 72; the inferior operating system melted before our bowser addled eyes.
11 house eulogy 177; he will not be a party to pointless.
12 house eulogy 0; our brains could not discern between the two alien syllables; our folly became apparent

DJs ARE KILLING MUSIC.

1.

a horse's hoofbeat ends on the last waveform pattern of grass
and it snorts, biting off the head of a life-size china doll,
it's painted geisha face crunching under great stumps of teeth,
like the remnants of Jack Black's face on Sunday's shattered phonebox fragments.

seperating tiresome ruck between some chavvy and Triss
it gets quite nasty for a few minutes but then moments later it all ends in tears
and declarations of the new best of friends
(an old catchphrase for stupid photo oppourtunity)
back at Paikes's we sip homemade drambuie
and i get distracted by the cowardly rats running round the living room for the first time.
they are teething
and some seem to somehow snap off their excess stumps of front teeth neatly
with apparent ease
whilst others run round wildly...
one of the latter tries to wear down her oversized fangs by biting me
but my wrist is too quick for her advances!
luckilly for me as i'm hardly thick-skinned.

"a first time visiting alien
would be hard pressed to decide
which race dominates the earth -
humans or cars."
 - Family Roberts Member 3

sitting for self portrait he sculpted a scabrous gash from out of his left lobe and crushed cartilage
and last minute gardening for mutant tomato plants.
the walking glitch, in chicken suit & pinstripe trousers.
expression chaperone shuts your mouth so you can think about what you say before you say it.
Unfortunately he won't leave me alone when i'm drawing.

are you lullabied by midnight winter road traffic?
do you taste neon / taste pastel?

friendly faces are like buses
you wait ages then two come along at once
all the meatheads are out today
looking like unwitting gay icons
a fully grown man in a backwards baseball cap
stands next to a two walking sticked pensioner
both flagging down bus.
man who writes self-help books cannot help himself.
found hanging from noose by the pregnant priest
she said:

"merely background nausea, nothing to concern consumers
just incidental disturbance due to the oncoming trains."

i was melted, she was blottoed
when we opened the cupboard and discovered the body
scattering mothballs, wrapped in xmas lights
spiders can't catch flies
largactill kicks in and suddenly everyone is wearing white
is that an elderly sex tryst... or a pigeon dying?

"shakespeare's deathbed?"

"my filthy embarassment?"

open heart surgery for mapmaker...
open heart surgery for mapmaker
under open air conditions
open heart surgery for mapmaker
who didn't make it to the open door and died in his own home
open heart surgery for mapmaker
who also died but only for five minutes

"his internal defribulator had failed on him briefly"

"more people than ever before would like to be buried with their mobile phones"

drought of medicine ends same time as drought of cheapthickslicedwhitebread
a coincidence? yes.
9 out of 10 statistics are completely meaningless
the other one is totally unrepresentative due to its biased selection.
supposed cross-section of society embalmed with funeral march ringtone?
the mad old woman hunched over an empty pushchair
beautiful behind the wheel of an ice cream van, my topshop girl
a nurse on a mechanised bicycle rides past somewhat smugly
like a german in a wooden boat shaped like a car.
21-11-50-11-70
one hundred and five.
david lynch was interested in making a film out of red dwarf...
spooky synchronicity....
a coincidence? no.

"at that point i knew
that half of my friends & acquaintances were figments of my own imagination.
but i didn't know which ones."

enthusiasm is embarrassing.
my nicotinic blisters are only to be burst in case of personal emergency.
i have lived in this house now for a fifth of my life.
and during that time have never washed up once but gone under the knife twice.
like an insecure quarter of spoilt victor's vile
offspring or a brood of cohabiting a.c. adaptors
with wires entangled more inbred
than both the english & egyptians original families
or a middle aged woman with a trance ringtone
he actually wants to wallow in a pool of his past collected regrets.
it's a...a kind of... emotional masochism...

"...a chip off the old block,
and onto its shoulder."

the ex drill instructor p.e. teacher
raises kitten squid
on paraffin confectionary
and charcoal biscuits
and each day the spot behind my left ear grows
to become a threat to the world
and both life as we know it,
and don't.

staring flak m.c. -
" i wake up with a nosebleed in a puddle of sweat
the only thing that i've learnt
is that i can't tell when i am annoying people
i think i might have outstayed my welcome again."

[delete as applicable]

women / too much ket
need / causes breakdown
pop shields / of all household appliances
their enthusiasm / due to oversaturation
for life / of inadvertently generated
makes me shudder / electric brainwaves
beautiful women / perhaps a telepath
make / can never wear a watch
me / properly
want / air bubble
to / water bubble
kill / shitty overpriced
myself / shoe.

some / retrosexual
women / (definition:
look like / your sex life
they're / consisting entirely
lipsyncing / of reminiscing
all the time / over when you actually got some.

his / if the coffee's
music / too hot
looks / your gums
like / will recede
an / this nailbiting
advert / cliffhanger
break / plot twist
on / surprise ending
local / when did you last
digital / save a child
there / from a burning
are / building
giant / or even
nurofen / an old ladies
logos / cat
in the / from
background / a tree?
of his videos / deflated
there is / half-baked
a conspiracy / head
among / under
the three / hot sun
major music / one can only
channels / elaborate
to time / on the truth
their / for so long
advert breaks / a song is
so they run / a lie
almost / you pretend
simultaenously / to live in.

mutton / lamb
meatwagon / motorhome
instant / napkin
poem / writer
structure / song
turncoat / socialist
weekend / artist
backseat / driver
constant / moaner
spin / doctor
gutter / journalist
tabloid / sensationalist
drug / honeymooner
late / starter
light / weight
chinese / whisper
pencil / pusher
number / cruncher
ghost / writer
clock / puncher
net / worker
debt / collector
composite / character
enforcement / officer
fortune / teller
sports / personality
horse / pundit
jackpot / winner
            IN
sheltered / accomodation.

herb / merchant
rhyme / monger
name / dropper
meat / eater
failed / painter
creative / misogyny
masquerading as / poetry
anklebiting / sarcophagi
a mortuary / spectator
corner / cutter
point / scorer
or / uh
or / uh

fall billion explode into feathered mosaic
a transformation to reflect a complex chemical process
from autumn's ill; result in breakdown.

fall billion explode into feathered mosaic
a transformation to reflect a complex chemical process
from autumn's ill; result in breakdown in chlorophyl
thereby causing breakup of transport
in this sieve tube stem nitrogen conserve
(other than intrinsic)
hence partial tissue performs a role photosynthetic
to consequentially restore imperceptibly
(notwithstanding the botanists initate into dessication)
an inborn timer, gaseous nitrate, decompose, misplace
we're primarily transparent but sometimes subtly reversed
we constrain deprive chemicals to the nobel academy
detirmine immortal, elevate, come under heavy criticism
from without and within the peculiar internal
defend oneself against charges of provincialism
may as well assert... percieve authentic trend
regardless of concern over surviving indicators.
the elusive seek desirable / financial / accompanying cash prize considerable
dramatically jostle, promote / reject candidates
hold criteria pool compilations, disregard editorial;
in one's own defence, these isolation boasts are both literate & obliging:
"perpetual controversy enhances my stature"
"you can't do away with civil disobedience"
designation nonetheless attributed to the telling tend to credit both hallmarks with ethics
a clash dictated by conscience imperative
and civil laws' range leads up to constituted protest
legal ultimates are enforced and altered radically
to be directed agaisnt concrete and its inequity
target discrimination on this transportation springboard
address injustice with effectiveness - mobilise!
the public sentiment penalty entails imprisonment
underscore to strengthen like glue and trace back to the challenging in private
revealing the immovable antiquated public transit uphold
stimulate the cause
unwillingly convince apathy to release a sufficient resolution
craters like scars to the eyes of astromoners and geologists' clues taken literally
the impact interplanetary...
volcanism and erosion - sedimentation for the tectonic majority
a vestige inconclusive and ultimately immature.
the meteorite bombard condensed generated to rotate in our orbit a chunk dispersed
out of reach galaxy rage; antagonist strategy obstruct domination
thwart treaty coalition, dissimilar to NATO's gurantee
participation in so far as lent strength predominantly short of and accordingly overcome
territory maintained by strategists calculate
those deemed superior lose sight of their substantial impediments
anticipated offensive imminent-"take the offensive at all costs!"
postponed expedition to conquer the conserved
a gambit overwhelming your summarised prelude
the subsequent futility of securing your residue
gamble on enchantment through this endeavour
virtual reality is refreshing yet dubious
the conductor of this census punches the ticket holder
ancestor incident
a forerunner to occupation indicate the lichen take the trouble to modestly.
seemingly two dimensionally cling in the background ignored
your fascination presents a casual mystery:
are you a composite character? to be composed of fungus colony?
interacting like algae? bacteria diverse?
strikingly different biochemistry component?
organism habit barren
tolerate warnings with versatility
the lowly and the leafy
the co-operative classify and reproduce purchases lucrative in abundance
as yet undisclosed as in trapper rather than principal's trail which descends
a canoe loaded with fur
enterprise hits....
an expedition into orbit
fix communication antenna
fix transmission
and no more horizon...
synchronous axis in operation with reverse altitude
transmit rotation in relation to time
the loss of signal coincides with a chance remark / genius flourish
gossip at the racetrack tavern / saloon; whittle rumours, squat down
get acquainted with sunday sermons / rampaging satirical abuse vignette for one's own sake
it figures at needlepoint, a grotesque comic character sketch /
 narrative gust / delicate ironic observations / dialect recreation /
previous child-rearing gathering give rise to occurence reveal:

the mind's numb stew is the sickening crunch of shrew skull in a smiling cat's jaw.
you should always remember to eat toothpaste before answering the door.
in a cloud of brickdust
it defeats the point of painting on eyebrows.

walking lab complex:
a skin pouch of glands
the compulsion to converge
upon meeting point like wi-fi hotspot
the convulsion to emerge
as tasteless maybe over-opinionated
views change and flicker like the flames
and what white noise looks like
both of which light my breathing space when vitamin D is so receding
in the small patch of sky my misted window lets through
condensation dripping down eroding chipping flaking paint
and staining ceiling black
a lesson in error
did you really expect a thank you as the bearer of such bad news?
sitting in our stomachs uneasilly a distressed call
cut scenes limp across the finish line
the dribble of spittle on my pillow collects into a sticky pool
that carries with it the screaming sound of seagulls tearing clams from their shells
i wish i could be there to see you combust unspontanously
as regular as clockwork and as certain as death and taxes
i expect the expected like every today is much the same as the next
taking shelter from my obligations in a beached boat
no sand just stones make up our uncomfortably lumpy coastline
go and have a lie down and swallow this tablet
consorting with the average joe gets you nowhere slow
the scenic route this is your brain off drugs hatched
you're driving with your mind on autopilot
how were the pyramid schemes built?
entirely out of subservience and mousetrap wired with spiderweb
the permenant marker on my least hotrocked t-shirt
the inexpertly refastened
i'm waxlit again
i would rather waste your monopoly currency
on thin slices of more interesting peoples' lives than mine
it just flashed before my eyes
like a bad film reel flickering
on a stained projecter screen in assembly on non uniform day
and its highlights were few to say the least:
eat, smoke, drink, lie, fantasise, and sleep.

(or go back to the pillow like)

clock puncher silver bullet eating example of disqualification
the erroneous rites of passage lisp and limp onwards
lemmings best learn to swim in the spit of the unimpressed and most mangled
maybe impressionable the altar tapped discovered to be hollow wrong
snivelling and weeping willows and paper nailed to oak space filler
transfixed and single cell outwardly
i claim my masquerade facade is nothing more than a neverending set of russian hollow dolls
and paper lanterns
gaslit wash your hands and soldier onwards
you appear to be amounting to little more than a placid lack
evaporated bird influenza....
i'll take verbal constipation over verbal diaharrea
'you are here' sings the flashing neon arrow fit inducing above your head
marked on the map with a red cross,  yes...
here be dragons like readapted foxes or moths
with the wings camouflaged into pollution marks stained on industrial estate walls
the fogs and thick smogs
the brick walls where curiousity shops
stood not yesterday, but the day before
forever and ever.

infinitely small speck of merciless ecosystem -
"he's a hypocrite but don't worry, because we all are!"
fingers and thumbs we are all fingers and thumbs
and they make the buttons more miniscule with every new version
but my extremities are still growing!
notify the network at once
it's a bit of a shock
for the chittering of insects that are too small to see
on this iridescent stairway following the left hand wall
it's a robot cleaning sewer
kicking the bucket upriver
the swamp, the streets both gloopy and glom
the sudden feeling of hard pavement
beneath stumbling feet
beneath mangled and elsewhere awareness

"what sort of person would do that?"
set a honeytrap for yourself or hide behind your fringe
as your heart sinks slowly into the stomach region
you don't know the way people talk round here
and send death threats through your door for overdoing the lighting
a little too much of the festivities earns you an RIP
in an envelope with no return address
"but i'm not dead! surely i would have noticed?"
the phone rings with it's usual sense of impending etc....
losing your virginity to who turned out to be a long lost sibling
only ever happens on the television, right?

in a few years everyone will have chlamydia
and maybe overpopulation will be compensated for naturally
rather than by surely inevitable intervention by inbred authority figures & bishops robed
my houseboat has sunk...
  hazard
haggard
sopping wet
pressing foreign objects into your flesh
which form warts like frogspawn
and make new and even more malformed flaws in your old beauty.
looking to the hoodied merman at the not much help desk
or the door to door mormon will not be much help, yes
complicity is the big brother of invention
which must make me disaster's second cousin
a butcher among bakers who count superstitiously
outdated candlemakers replaced with a sparky
crafting outlandish implements from copper wire
you'll rue this day -
i wouldn't piss on myself if i was on fire or stung by a jellyfish
 i'd just grin and bare it like filed down teeth.
saint augustine swept leaves and stole letters from shop signs.
the fringe over dog eyes obscuring its view.
we breed them for weaknesses that would render them helpless if ever released into the wild.
they struggle to breathe as they run on stumpy legs too short
and you can't even outrun an arrow like it was deduced a tortoise could....

"most battle rappers are either homophobes or bitch-made.. "

"pop culture's all puppets & playthings
 look at the unwitting male pin-ups in the mainstream
 i'm nobody's pipe dream, nobody's wet dream
 and my daydreams are hardly gonna pay me"

i look forward to it with sweaty palms as side effect
reflecting the transfigurative nervous twitch of a second hand echo's glow
most private inward & beautiful on display in glass house
with chickenwire fence that we watch all stones bounce off and sink
like...
rumbled witches in moat?

"the doctor was a fake but the pills were real"

"someone's left the church on again, excuse me a moment..."

the ringworm on my right foot resembles a three fanged bite
we are made from russian tank parts, distorted prayer box
and circuit bent miscellany community keepers
protectors of picnic hampers & christmas companies bust.
the seasonal shops that open one month a year in the shell of
someone else's failed dream sequence
another moneymaking scheme from hapless horseheaded charlatan
my commiserations are reserved for the record alone
and left ocean city leaflets on beerpuddled tables
sketching the most intricate details in the yeast
for tourist / insurance salesman in pseudo-hawaiian shirt
to wipe his sleeve unthinkingly across
and erase my most finest creation
the peak of my half-hearted lager self portrait career
the best i could make in said medium
it's all downhill from here....

what are the words to this song?

"call yourself a businessman"
"i ain't done nothing to be proud of, love"
"sometimes doing nothing... takes the greatest courage."
Currently playing:
Super Smash Bros. Brawl
Release date: 2008-03-09
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