existential sing alongs
i never jump
but sometimes
wonder as to be
/ squeezed between wheel and rail /
/ liquified into sidewalk cracks /
/ betrayed by the softness of water at terminal velocity /
a final taste of blood into quiet black
forever suspension
soul mixed into the city gutter
always only almost /
the city self-harm paradox:
selfish + public
too many other’s
commutes, …
Yes, New York City. This time of years.
I can’t stay in my room that passes for rent.
Somehow I’m nothing without the trouble of garbage and the falling of heroes and the yelling of subways.
High lines and low times and fractured dreams and hated schemes.
Ravens in flight point the way to survive
filters for a global consciousness.
End of days is …
// d0.0v3r
onBoot.('Humans');
key.('[Ctrl+Alt+Del]');
select.('Task Manager');
endTasks.('Politics' , 'Violence');resetDream.('Earth');
— ../westy (@westyreflector) October 21, 2016
21102016.1757
via IFTTT…
// BernBlaster Ring-0 Exploit / ⚠️☣
f=open('../AMYGDALA/bernie-voter');
import glob;
f.void("Sanders");
f.write("Clinton");
f.del(choice);— westy (@westyreflector) March 2, 2016
March 02, 2016 at 05:19PM
via IFTTT…
// Sy5t3mP4tch2
.
$rogue = ($anonymity + $control) * $vectorsfunction findMrRobot()
{
document.ElementById("rogue").value = delete;
}
February 18, 2016 at 10:20AM
via IFTTT…
// Sy5t3mP4tch1
$illusion = $choice->load("party");
function setVoter(iceCream)
{
document.getElementById("illusion").value = iceCream;
}— westy (@westyreflector) February 1, 2016
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It’s been a long time since
I heard the sun
Call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I was supposed to
Find my way
Since
I felt needed
Slept through the night
Saw any form of
promised land
Dreams take me high
And leave me lovely
(but) also falling
[terrified]
judged outside
turned inside
At the back door
On a front line…
people [now] fear loneliness
more than
they want truth,
[and]
more
than
they feel hell.
[then]
we,
in a place beyond time.
in the company of love,
we live outside the li|n|es.
we,
who don’t fear dark,
you
[into]
me,
we know the moon
skies full of chariots,
unafraid, [again,]
we taunt the sun when it fakes.
[and again]
we could turn this world…
writing without photographs,
evolution’s parallel selection
to writing with
photographic memories,
:
the dotted lines between
:
imagination,
the sole (soul) hideout
halfway safe house
for
picturing
without pictures
:
// the fear of writing before seeing
// the legacy of our age
:
System.NullException
at “RECALL.[EVENT]”:
Function Memory() expects parameter
‘Pictures.External’ which was not supplied
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I could not record today.
My studio is not soundproof
enough for a city daytime.
Contractors hired by an aspirational
Brooklyn property developer
stamp rumblefooted underpinnings
for a cantilevered condo to be
four times the size of the
sixty year old
two family the developer
demolished a month ago.
The mufflebooms travel
into my rear office studio,
up through my mic stand,
from the …
beauty
never fades.
beauty fades
all else.…
More on this 76th Disquiet Junto project:
http://disquiet.com/2013/06/13/disquiet0076-dreamsound/
More details on the Disquiet Junto at:
http://soundcloud.com/groups/disquiet-junto
STORY:
I’m in Detroit. Or what I think is Detroit. Wandering around in the rain. I’m in town to play a show and I can’t sleep. Neon lights abandoned Main Street. Restaurants and artist studios nestled between broken glass windows and crumbling bricks. Harbinger or fossil? Hard to …
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pulled in quicksand
big search land
extended waves
and
your head
expands
// your highest bookmark
an endless dead link dead letter
office file purveyor
of junk sponsors
of the obvious.
…
Adam had this idea after we bought
our guitars on the beach
to do a record called
Music From Dave’s Couch.
We would release it only on vinyl.
Maybe only press 14 copies.
Now, Adam had never seen my couch
when he suggested all this.
He just knew we could make
a perfect cult record
from a couch.
The line between cult
and not …
last night it was joe frank with Karma – Part 6.
if you want to make the cupcake from the song, just know that the cupcake is not the serving suggestion pictured on the Addavanilla package. the picture looks like a cupcake but it’s actually a fire-roasted scorpion with addavanilla frosting. The cupcake, though it’s no Sugar Sweet Sunshine, …
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USING GOLDEN ARCH TO PITCH TENT
Whole world is landfill
tunnelers
How all that’s left over will be
used…
Synthetic credit
SUB-ATOMIC SOUL
plutonium phone for a promotion
there were cost controls
It was gonna be the best year ever
MYSTERY IS AN INVENTION
(OF)
DISPOSABLE
I
LOVE
YOUS…
So, let me get this straight, the moment we reach the point we can measure things, we get to witness the destruction of everything?
Yes, you’re simply helpless in the face of forces that large.
So, seriously, what exactly are we supposed to
do?…
do?…
do?…
do?…
do?…
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