1. |
Pressure to Burrow
08:03
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I can’t watch you die
Leaning with intent to fall
Fuck thoughts and prayers
I need no more dead friends
But the cycle repeats
Again and again and again and again and
{unprintable digging impulses}
Burrow Down
Farther Still
Burrow
{unprintable digging impulses}
Burrow in
Barren Vein
Burrow
The bite of god on a scorched Earth
Withering on the vine
All the blood and the bile a gift for this life
To carry its twisted design
To burrow
Beckoning detrivore feast
Conqueror worm
Leaves nothing left
To burrow
Lost in a labyrinth of light
Scream turns to ash, charred in your throat
To burrow
I want to help but I can’t
Where have you gone
What have you done?
And when I found her
She said
Run
So I ran
Until my legs splinter
And I sink in to the ground again
Why?
What Have I done?
Run
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2. |
At Operating Temp
01:49
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{an itchy passage from one failed hologram to the next, commoditized anxiety produced at industrial scales spinning the turbines of capital, driving towards the depopulation they promised in Georgia}
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Inhale
The coal
Wash us
In lead
Lead us
To death
Is Man a cancer on the Earth?
Who has dulled us to shale
prime for fracture?
It's a race against nothing.
Against a whim.
Against a false lack.
Against no track and for no prize.
It's always that way.
There's a crystalline wound.
It opens repetitively.
Opening on landscapes and under landscapes. Formful. Physical.
Slogan of the antibuilder "Move fast and break things".
The beast's way.
You'll have your Bell. Your toll.
Annunciation.
Amplify me
Make me more than
Lift me forever
Lift until I break.
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Layer by layer
a tectonic hatred,
a thousand year bayonet
Circuits
converging
protocols encoded in darkness, in victory in defeat, insatiable
hidden
and known
Unsecret, Unknown knowns, complicit, inherited
device
of paper and thought and flesh
a soul is a coin is a brick is a knife is a shovel is a gun is a ditch is a house is a debt is an end
It hasn’t always been this way
Walled in and burning
The Earth is a crematorium.
For we know
There is but one god ($)
And he is starving
Layer by layer,
they shape, thought form king, ghost boss, nongod
our world computes
a flattening annihilation, grand iron, billowing steam
Buer’s gaze
Pitiless as the sun
For its strength
It must eat.
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5. |
The Post Abandoned
01:45
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{the pulsing artifacts from our ruined world. Their meaning lost to the single-minded tide of infinite scalability}
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6. |
The Starving Lesson
08:41
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Networked to draw
on the whole
world drain recurse
spiraling, it swallows all
titanic sacrifice
automated ritual
Hic Rhodus
now is the time to jump
This is where you starve
Rhodus
All Gone.
All Done.
abstain from the violence.
forever more.
Starve Them.
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7. |
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We still might be
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Ross Bradley-
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