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The Demonstration
04:45
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in aether, in acid
out estuary spit
seeing that everybody
gods of the world and mankind
says that nothing existed prior to chaos
i, in distinction to them
shall demonstrate that they are all mistaken
because they are not acquainted with the origin of chaos
nor with its root
here is the demonstration
birth me
in laquer
stubborn to form
that wet light from the bone
as the marrow weeps
as the marrow weeps
tidal mouth out of me – spit
as the marrow weeps
wet light, runs clear
as the fear borne into me
what comes first
the pain or the fear of it
what comes first
the fear
the fear
once the body fails
and there’s only
a holy
static
will i survive
it’s broadcast
back down and through
back down and through
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2. |
Occult Anatomy
06:13
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no, you
you’re just something to exist against
a surface, a bearing, white
tooth-slick in my ether
tooth-slick in my ether of spite
(on wet sheets)
next to a body marked
and faking, it’s flesh
over what weapon it breaks
(on wet sheets)
body, of white
body of white, body of
white – lies
white lies
a high contrast
and gloss on the blood
gloss on the blood
my body a body now again
my body a body now again
dug under me, a subtraction
at the angles worn in repetition
as whips on skin
(against – wet tooth – slick, set)
a lie
(set tooth – against – set the teeth – wet, against)
no, you
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i called you, down
are you there?
down through the false god-god
down through the demigod-god gods
a dead line – like you aborted the world
earth from confusion
water from terror
air from grief
and all i know is the vacancy
between my hands and my mouth
you know what that’s like?
that effort always before me
it’s merciless waste
no you
the only thing preceding me
is my hunger
now more and more
now more and more
and so now what
i’m supposed to fucking love myself?
…………
like i don’t like kissing much, sustained
like i’m hungry much, and unhappy
in that narrow attention
that slips
between
breath against skin
no
no you
show me
breath against skin
flesh of the world
flesh of the world that i hate
i know, those who feel pain need to be right
and i know, i feel pain because i need to be right
but not you, flesh of the world
no punishment for recursive sex
all my modular lovers, of flesh
a narrow attention
deconstructed
permission to become
deconstructed
permission to become
ruthless objects
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4. |
Red-Word Drips
05:43
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love, me
love for, me
blood-raw – against – the need
a wound – the need – against
blood-raw – against – the need – a wound
it drips – a breath – red-word – against – the need
a wound – blood-raw – it drips – against
to cut, and bleed
my love, to sleep
a sin against
the need to speak
for god
and i watch from that wound
as the red-word drips
un-skinned
blood-raw
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5. |
Mild Fantasy Violence
05:51
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mirror – sliver –cut
lie / lies
cut it / cut it
to speak
an ache, a blind arc
around a gun sight
closed circuit
closed circuit of pursuit
i sucked
wet-light off the ash of dawn
paid in pain
the dawn my hunger died
what’s the taste –
is it bitter
darker, night
the body is
the body is
what it resists
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Ox Hunger Portland, Oregon
An experiment in post-industrial doom charting the dynamic between raw horror and breathless desperation at the site of the body, reeling through dirge to brutalist dance music, pulling structure out of noise.
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