breakthroughs,
flips and crucifixions.
highs, epiphanies, despairs.
ten year’s animal screams
and virgin suicides.
mad generation and us,
down on the rocks of time.

2018 repress in black sleeve.

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drifting flesh doorways
attack electric afternoons
silver flying scanning
patterns metal satellites
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repress on black vinyl.

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the ground you walked on
twenty years ago.
a dash of daylight.
dawn words and the vacuum
of silent panic.
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mord.
morderstwo.
rotterdam.
herdersmat.
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our grief falls flat and hollow
upon the billion-blooded sea.
these mad dogs of glory
moving this little bit of light toward us.
it was a shameful waste of
madhouse time.
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i run child-like
with god’s anger a step behind,
back to simple sunlight,
wondering
with curled smile
if anyone else
saw or sensed my crime
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beatings against the wire fence
down in the sand and the alleys
sinners watched the evening news
confessions punched-in
cuffed-out and divided
held like a crucifix in a deathhand
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they stood in silence
brushed the dew
from their sleepy eyes
wandered violent paths
to get away from it all
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ontal on mord.

the low yellow moon
rises from gray rain pavements
traffics in bleak brown air
the iron sounds
of cities radar television
slouch waiting
for apocalypse

she’s daffodils and morphine,
the tender cannonade of
lovesick napalm.
she’s the trapeze wire
in a thunderstorm.
enkindle me cruelly.

pinball machine streets.
teen age future.
molotov cocktails.
terminal electric voices.
unimaginable disaster.

the ghost am i
of winds that die
alike on land or sea,
in silence deep
to shroud and keep
their mournful memory.

moonlit bat
on a silent wing
midsummer hunt
her face well turned away
from the memory of the one
who did her so great a wrong

candy rainbows.
united, caged,
in fatal years.
mankind, eternity
and all of us

obsidian mornings,
sniffing quivering needs.
dawn keeps falling,
entraps me as before,
but from thy solitary grace
thou comest now no more.

we listened to the breeze,
tempting us to fly.
like the crawling wolves,
shadowless we lie.
doomed.

the women break vases against the walls
and the men drink too much,
crawling in and out of beds.
alone with everybody,
we are all trapped.

bangin percussive prime time techno

breakthroughs,
flips and crucifixions.
highs, epiphanies, despairs.
ten year’s animal screams
and virgin suicides.
mad generation and us,
down on the rocks of time.

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the mist, rewakened from the wave,
enfolds me as before,
but from thy solitary grave
thou comest now no more.
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the vital vapors to absorb,
the moon, with famished gaze,
suspends his lean, malignant orb
above a dying day.

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needle scars.
our last lullaby.
cold winter morning,
the affairs of his life pass by.
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my coward confessions
of cupidity and sin.
my red blooded eyes,
murders of innocence.
wash away my stains,
pour some acid rain.

a silver ribbon of a road
threaded through vertical hills
a shallow creek sparkling cold
release me

snakes are poor denizens of hell
have come surreptitioning
through the tall grass
to face the pool of clear frogs

the great skies are open.
candor of vapor
and tent spitting blood.
laugh and drunken penance.

early support by: marcel dettmann, takaaki itoh, gary beck, dvs1, adam beyer, randomer, jeroen search, speedy j, jonas kopp, tommy four seven,slam, mosca, psyk, paul mac, nx1, manni dee, progression, scalameriya, thomas hessler, juho kusti, ryuji takeuchi, mr jones, anfs, dustin zahn, kyle geiger, joton, paul birken, hector oaks, charlton, dario zenker, kwartz, dimi angelis, drvg cvltvre, stranger, mikael jonasson, arnaud le textier, dax j, jerome hill, 3.14, pfirter, echologist, darko esser, tripeo, endlec, stenny, clouds, i/y, rivet, henning baer, dave tarrida, rolf mulder, w.i.r.e, shdw, pacou, patrick dsp, ansome, sebastian krenzlin, rebekah, gareth wild, domenico crisci, perc, setaoc mass, j.tijn, radial, aiken, the black dog, ness, developer, exium, sawf, joseph capriati, svreca, shards, truss, truncate, myler, inigo kennedy, advanced human, operator

crystal morning.
sniffing quivering need,
running in the gutter,
where cold flesh circulates,
where is he now?

these are the flowers of sleep
that nod in the heavy noon
ere the brown shades eastward creep
to a drowsy and dreamful tune,
these are the flowers of sleep.

if i never see you again
i will always carry you
inside
outside
and in centers
center
of what i am of
what remains

when the violets roar at the sun
they ll set us free
and they ve got us in their cage
ruined of grace and senses
and the heart roars like a lion
for what they ve done to us

i want to let her know though
that all the nights
sleeping beside her
even the useless arguments
were things ever splendid
and the hard words
i ever feared to say
can now be said:
our bones like stems into the sky
will forever cry victory.

he strode towards a long drink.
running in the gutter,
scanning patterns.
skin staring, stirring unbelief.
scarred metal faces
on the iron streets,
spitting blood.

almost dawn
blackbirds on the telephone wire
waiting
as i eat yesterdays
forgotten sandwich
at 6 a.m.
on a loud monday morning.

i will remember the kisses our lips raw with love and how you gave me everything you had and how i offered you what was left of me.

for i was wide awake, it was no dream. a tree with spreading branches and with leaves of divers kinds, dead silver and live gold, shimmering in radiance that no words may tell.

when puppets turn to face the puppet master, the air reeks of triumph and catastrophe. for a price, i could make it go away. for a price, i could steer their hearts your way.

i walk onto the blazing sunshine. the whole day is mine temporariliy, anyhow.

though i am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands, i will find out where she has gone, and kiss her lips and take her hands and walk among long dappled grass, and pluck till time and times are done, the silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun.

i lean upon this, i lean on all of this and i know her dress upon my arm but they will not give her back to me.

supported by: tommy four seven, len faki, and, drumcell, truncate, perc, bas mooy, soma, ben klock, marcel dettmann, clouds, radial, paul birken, raiz, d. carbone, rivet, xhin, octave, space djz, darko esser/tripeo, sawf, shards, henning baer, takaaki itoh, mark broom, dimi angelis, j. tijn, paul mac, dj hyperactive, pfirter, dvs1, rebekah, jonas kopp, max m, nx1, kriz, happa, exium, dax j, adam x, cassegrain, joseph capriati, truss, dustin zahn, aiken, sandrien, go hiyama, charlton, mr. jones, the public stand..

early support by: luke slater, oscar mulero, ben sims, marcel dettmann, perc, clouds, tommy four seven, pfirter, truncate, max m, thomas hessler, killawatt, radial, and, roberto, paul birken, sigha, the public stand, samuli kemppi, nx1, rebekah, bas mooy, gary beck, ansome, wire, the advent, nuno dos santos, unbalance, blind spot, mark morris, erphun, sebastian kokow, juho kusti, markus suckut, par grindvik, the black dog, darko esser, joachim spieth, happa, martyn hare, sawf, j. tijn, doka, lag, luis ruiz, exium, takaaki itoh, ryuji takeuchi, inigo kennedy, operator, jeff rushin, shards, darkfloor , kriz, exium, ben long, fran hartnett, octave, henning baer, dimi angelis, paul mac, jeroen search, p.e.a.r.l., dax j, mike humphries

the dusk kept dropping, dropping still. squandered years, secret scars.she smiled,again and again.

supported by: blawan, surgeon, dave clarke, james ruskin, tommy four seven, speedy j, chris liebing, joseph capriati, gary beck, perc, and, marcel dettmann, truncate, lucy, pfirter, rebekah, truss, forward strategy group, chris finke, giorgio gigli, the public stand, radial, darko esser, clouds, paul birken, cassegrain, kriz, developer, mr. jones, lag, sunil sharpe, charlton, svreca, boddika, paul mac, henning baer, nx1, joachim spieth, exium, markus suckut, the black dog, xhin, samuli kemppi, hans bouffmyhre, christian wunsch, inigo kennedy, adam x.

early support by : blawan, surgeon, dave clarke, tommy four seven, marcel dettmann, speedy j, perc, truncate, truss, lucy, drumcell, and, sawf, mark broom, paul mac, nx1, jamie bissmire, clouds, joachim spieth, paula temple, octave, kriz, cassegrain, max m, radial, developer, charlton, takaaki itoh, bas mooy, rebekah, samuli kemmpi, the public stand, agony forces, chris finke, luis ruiz, j. tijn, wire, jeff derringer, joe farr, inigo kennedy, thomas hessler, dave ellesmere, sunil sharpe, raiz, mr. jones, bodyjack

supported by: surgeon, tommy four seven, speedy j, dave clarke, gary beck, audio injection/truncate, perc, takaaki itoh, marcel dettmann, svreca, nx1, sawf, black asteroid, the advent, and, pfirter, jonas kopp, bas mooy, par grindvik, rivet, kyle geiger, ancient methods, exium, inigo kennedy, darko esser, paula temple, j. tijn, drumcell, exium, cassegrain, paul mac, go hiyama, samuli kemppi..this sheer cliff so high. this soft quiet land, so frail and so fleeting. all secrets are buried, where i left her, my love. in living color, her shallow eyes.