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Peculiar Livi[hg]
03:22
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I can turn the whole world off by closing my eyes, so cover your intentions while sky reflects on sky
It’s raining outside but I got this umbrella, it’s an easy metaphor low hanging fruit can taste better when you share it with your friends and you’ll all live together, forever and ever, forever or never
The Will eclipses and positions but can love without condition
I wanna see the thing in-itself
I wanna be the thing in-itself
god bless us mammals, every one
I was a camel, a lion, and a child of the sun, god bless us mammals, every one
I have indiscriminately sinned, (suspicious metaphor) seen pouring in some funny, only cortisol-sequestered door, in dimensions of the witches I found no corporeal experience or anything that could amount to something more, bisected every scale that read “thou shalt,” I ate the apple core, closed eyes as I looked up and turned perception inward toward burnt shadows in the ceiling long enough to make the muscles sore, learned goodness insofar as goodness in and of its own accord
...but still I’m bored.
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Sulfuric Hellscape
03:12
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Thousands of volcanoes burst forth with scarlet magma holding dormant potential beauty in the form of newborn rock. These incredibly active gateways to the very inferno Dante pilgrimized dress the planet as a sulfuric hellscape, and one that looms over the head of its neighboring planet’s inhabitants as a grim vault of negative potential, a threat lurking deep in our collective subconscious that this is our rock’s future.
While the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change asserts with sinister undertones that earth can’t possibly mirror its climate by our volition, many astronomers believe that vast oceans of cool liquid water once decorated its surface. For all we know, in a past that precedes all memory, these oceans teemed with life. The more we learn the more we realize we have no fucking idea what we’re talking about. After all, all our math buckles under the pressure within a black hole.
Water vapor traps heat in the form of sunlight, and in turn the increased heat evaporates more water, a disastrous and ever-intensifying cycle, much like the cycles we dig our future selves and past selves into.
Ultimately, this means that we likely won’t suffer in a clone of this blatant and tangible slaughterhouse, but we “yearn for what [we] fear for”. Many will survive, but we are one. From the first breath of the elusive newborn narwhal to the vast 2,385-acre body of armillaria ostoyae, consciousness begets consciousness as sky reflects on sky. You can feel it behind your pupils, all things as all people are interconnected so delicately and so dearly at the submicroscopic, subconscious liquid mantle of being and nothingness.
If it doesn’t work for everyone, then it doesn’t work for anyone.
Perhaps hope lies solely in the nebulous construct of measurable time, a futile grasp at the puff of smoke from that final cigarette.
If the microwave radiation at the edge of the known universe we’re observing billions of years in retrospect due to the speed of light across distance tells us anything, it’s that time is malleable.
There’s no decade and there’s no day,
just the rotation of moving rocks in space.
If we can leave the solar system, we can learn to do good,
but... what does it mean to do good? Whether in time or in space, we will raise the standard of the very word. Mill rolls in his grave at the thought that the greatest good for the greatest number is no longer enough. The ability to reason brings along with it the ability to empathize.
If it doesn’t work for everyone, then it doesn’t work for anyone.
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Anthropocene
04:08
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Photograph the quark cause it can’t be missing
Turn it on and off if the brakes start hissing
Culture pirouettes like a nova cluster
Then blindly set ablaze the poise you can muster
There’s no incantation to hold the stars at bay to slow the glacial pace of el shaddai verge
Fried lysergamide televangel, a self-help gesture to cope in common codices, self-certified to sell all those common courtesies
Courier to cater to lazy nothing
Exhume the curiosity, kill its conscience
Get on and off the autowalk till its ending
Tug all the tiny veins that are circumventing
New sea level rising, fool for polar blinding
Soon the gulfs are drying, troposphere cracks and the trees are winding
One limb is ripped from another as engines crack and spurt along the sun-cooked highway at high noon
Mountains level and insolent magma cores thresh from their seedling source, gnashing at unphased gods
Mobs march on while boulders uproot and tremble with jaundiced malaise in a sea likened to crystal against its scattered shore
While hopeless disenchantment baked in bricks are propelled through bank windows once more
There’s no incantation to hold the stars at bay to slow the glacial pace of el shaddai verge
Fried lysergamide televangel, a self-help gesture to cope in common codices, self-certified to sell all those common courtesies
All is torn away when all is second to none and don’t perform an action that can’t be undone
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Olympus Mons
02:14
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n/a
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Whales of Europa
03:31
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Cataclysmic stellar
Exordium of another
Apoptotic program inside out, infinite
Mass distorting fabric spacetime, kiss the cusp of extruded light
Extant, extinct, thinking, “I am Mind but I am blind”
To
Now
Up
Down
Leap
Of
Faith
Weight
Height
Mass
Size
Can’t
Re-
Flux
In vicarious ache
Thoughts become concave
Conscious of itself
Serpent eats its tail
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(saturn)
03:53
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The Will eclipses and positions but can love without condition.
(this song features a sample of Joseph Campbell reading Chief Si'ahl's letter on "The Power of Myth" VHS)
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14.54
05:08
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Froze between the room and the zone, the beam
Buckles with the weight applied slow, strung with
Blinking lights all bound to a rope, feel the
radiating pains of each one, and each
Cries a middle thoracic blow, watching
planetary wheezing and groans, lament
telescopic lung rales and moans
Liquid diamond ocean floor
Osteoclastic social norm
parabolic vertex or
Tipping point toward life no more
Veins flushed clean with mercury
strife becomes medullary
titanic simulacrum
Feel the program shutting down
Seven sibilant systemic sins
Hemorrhaging to rupture within, looking
Abiogenetic and bare, postpartum
Postal potion posing despair,
Sunsets used to hold so much grace, but now
symbolize elapsing time’s race
Mono no aware, each taste ephemeral
no amount of intellect
Could reverse all epithets
make divided mass regret
Enough to end all dissent
No big words could make you care
Don’t need prophets to declare
Beginning or ending where
Each person will blankly stare
A state of emergency
All our hopes are out to sea
All life on earth on its knees
Pleading for security
Sublimate uncertainties
hear unpresbycutically
The oneiric hums beneath
clouds’ seraphic symphony
emote paroxysmally
Excavate the will to breathe
eschew all your legacies
Leave footprints and those only
If I’m breaking out of here, we are breaking out of here
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8. |
The Great Dark Spot
03:57
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Sit in the cavern with arms folded tight, I stand close to the center, a torrent of light but I can’t seem to place it to language or eye while the world of our washbowl explodes left and right
Always the watcher, look out on the stone where a single grasshopper licks dirt on its own and I’m waiting for something to leave me a sign but each time I get close it won’t leave me alone so I’ll speak for the ocean, tear muscle from bone if it answers the question of “cannot be known”
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Jesse & The Spirit New York, New York
NYC GOTH
With collaboration from an unexplainable presence known simply as “The Spirit,”
Jesse James creates emotional soundscapes in a maelstrom of electronic and acoustic drums, ambient synths, classical guitar, and otherworldly samples, touching on a variety of genres from trip hop, cold wave, and witch house to folk, noise, and raw atmospheric metal.
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