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Veldt
05:23
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I don't know if I'm paralysed,
or if I'm standing still,
just in case it's perfect...
But when I try to describe the noise in this room,
words that come to me sound like entomology,
and that's when I’m furthest away
from naming it again.
One night out on the veldt,
fell into that glowing cave.
I had no idea there were such spaces in me.
I can't believe I've become fascinated again.
Nothing like I thought that it would be,
hidden in here.
Things that glow down here don't burn my skin.
Did you always know that this was in?
I'm fascinated again.
Part of me's laughing
But part of me's something that I'll never ever name.
I can't believe I've become fascinated again.
Back above the ground,
I cannot speak.
Came back minutes old,
'cos you led me here.
I would not have found this on my own.
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Cranefly
04:35
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Figstorm
05:08
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Buttersun
01:17
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Deckchair For Your Ghost
05:41
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My deckchair's in the garden for the final show. Every suicide novella, ends as spiderlegged code - A vague scribble of confused intimacy. People like me, people who they say cannot love; it's gas like that which starts me thinking I should prove them all right in the most abominable ways. Long mindless tentacles of heat stretch from the sun, germinating some nameless desire I can’t fathom, 'til I close my eyes. If you populate your identical dreams with tiny creatures. they'll keep talking, and keep talking, and keep talking, and keep talking, every voice describes an asteroid colliding with the planet, somehow if it isn't my fault, then the story doesn't make sense. Then I feel them find you miles away and dig you up, and lock you in a vault: I've never been so scared I'll never find your body. Though i'm hiding in plain sight I can't remember why i'm hiding and I struggle to remember if I'm the one who killed you. It's a relief to know they can't hold me to ransom, cause what I did or didn't do doesn't matter; I'm not suicidal I just want to sit down. I've given up pretending memories retain any real authenticity I've set a deckchair for your ghost so that we can both watch flames lick at the celestial horizon....future kin will breathe our dust, uninformed. If you populate your identical dreams with tiny creatures. they'll keep talking, and keep talking, and keep talking. They can't help me to remember why I'm hiding, and I struggle to remember, and the story doesn't make sense. Then I feel them find you miles away and rouse you into preternatural life; somewhere that I can’t hear you. They can’t help me to remember why i'm hiding cos I struggle to remember if I'm the one who killed you. I'd rather lose the marrow inside my bones than an argument that I'll never understand.
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Make Me Young, etc
10:46
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TempeTerra
05:19
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God's mouth sealed back in 69 by synthetic magnetosphere.
Sublimate ammonia from asteroids.
We cleave from our pressurised containment.
Left the idiots on earth,
One more literate
idiot who's going to give
birth to more idiots.
Your house gets loud so fast.
Isn't this enough?
Everybody be quiet. I Chew-Z at Tempe Terra.
Imagine the sea from the melted cryosphere
lap the toes of all you noisy people.
I can imagine the last of the mirrors tumble from its geostation
Scattering mylar embers on children's rough and tumble,
footprints in the orange bedform
I can't believe we made it here, that we're still alive and making copies of us.
When we expire we remain; disordered.
Drift down, and down, and down...
Isn't this enough?
All the light that falls upon your face altered in its course.
So stop trying to fill your scrapbook; take a look at where you are.
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Thumpermonkey London, UK
A person in space, walking, or adrift, but safe, exploring, freedom, discovery.
A clockwork piano
contraption, like a giant ballerina box, but turning a big totem pole, around which smart office dressed people slowly dance with dead glazed eyes as a slightly out of tune slow Satie-like Lydian melody loops round.
White men in pith helmets hunting large animals to extinction.
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