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Category Archives for: LYRICS

WE 5 SOULLESS SWAIN HAVE GATHERED

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

We five soulless swain have gathered

In like fiber from fields gray gold and tattered

To arrogate chimerical pathos from the clouds

Quilt blank sites from pounds of ochre

 

Cause clangor among sinusoidal coats cooing breathing valley shrouds!

We five philosophes fostering phosphorescent woolgathering

Singed flesh cauterized to midnight rock coursing with iron vita-mins

To sing

Mineral blood-letting emancipating boulders to metal dusted wings

 

Let us converge our attention upon that which defies attending

We five eyes repressurizing a diffusion of interiors

With all that is was or might be

No future save for that which can’t be sewn from dilapidated regularity

The unknown reconceived as cooing alabaster seed shells

Warbling in frequencies for new ears

While behind always the sod quakes granulating annular revolutions

 

Together we gather the morsels of metamorphosis that obligate

We five stars violently whirling over a grand fulminating timepiece

recalibrating guttural notes to metonymic states of arcahic images

Strewn upon walls like our primogenitors flame, igneous ash to forehead

We take their signs to our own dens of mind

And bastardize history to set trajectory for magnified scales of ecstasy

 

Bones of giants bleached by the gold star

Sine qua non impoverished mythos dispersing mildewed seed

antdiluvian crystals resonating ubiquitous cadence

While ants labor to locate wild green gourds as sacrifice to yellow spine shakers

Dear singed rock are you friend or foe?

Rock heart dissipating superannuated heat with molten celestial degrees

Calm yourself to the cooing sizzle of alabaster seed shells

Self-strewn through snaking wind-waves of the desert sea

 

All the man made pigments are drunk back to the earth’s masonry

The crag is the keeper of the color, painting in lysergic litany

The mountain seer of the carbuncle tone holding some notes confidential

Each scarab totem a funerary of chipped spine or iron femur literacy

All the spectra spiking the eye of ol’ father time

Whom we shall put to death with our fingers and neurons touching

Despite the inertia of amaranthine linguistic arobatics

 

Now here near the succulent swan song simmering

We can see out there somewhere a storm swelling incessantly

Ebbing a solstice locus of lightning locusts and dew

Flowing through cavities of boreal leaves this celestial waterspout

levitates and descends with the aubade

Zephyr in the azure blowing down to print archetypal logos in our domestic dust

And dry up all the false pools

Leaving never a drop wasted on sweaty pits of discourse

 

We five tongue-less patriots planning patricide and sprouts of ovary

Let us take up our brushes to stir diaphanous chromos

An omen in the looming rushes of a abutting valley, we must hush to listen

Attenuating static orbs towards triangulated fortunes

She gently hastens

 

Where will this song lead us

Oh we five callow waterfalls setting roots on barren hills

To escape the siren song of terrestrial fates

The plants are all lurid in their narrations

That nothing in particular should be mentioned

Take care of us avian keepers of insectoidal instruments

Take heed stone harbingers of clear vision

We have lost out chords and require your wise stroke of evergreen vigor

To persevere within this cement incubus

Constructed to suit the saturnine fancy of modern architects

Let us rip up the blocks to let the wind whisper in

Oh we five rapt soothsayers

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THIS HOLIDAY SEASON A LOVED ONE HAS MANY NAMES

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

Poisons potions body lotions

Slickin’ it on for a real smooth silky person

Personages pertaining to a royal luxurious crème bath

Petinaed and palpitating pulchritudinous polygons

Retinaed and lactating ommatophobic polyglots

Polyps of the body sponge

PE PAH PONDER PROTO ZOAN PRO PRO PROSTHETIC PARASITE

 

You can only feel your heart when it’s disintegrating

An energy perpetually fleeting, heating, dissipating

Oh to heave with gravity rather than predestinarianism!

I retract my offer give it back I only have so much to spare and certainly none to waste on some somatic

 

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All is flow all is motion

Set it down to lose it in ripe curled tides

Release all inhibiting noontime shadows

Tan your own hide in order to segway to the next installment

Everyone else can stay back and eat pie and die in their own bile

 

But nay not you or I !

We ferment loftier tempests to cast our die !

A stone cold throw of purest prophetic sight !

We as augur, sotthsayer, spiritualist archetype !

Break with kismet to entwine reticulate astral kites !

I’m sick of all this about your obfuscated oblivion

Oh sorry impetuous strokes and tears for fallen Babylon

Desiderata of dilated hallucinatory Zion

Try on these palaver pontificators

Strap on slink in nip and tuck the tip of the royal interpreters

Step out of your own shit and smell the sour ideations of senility

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SOFT SUBVERSIVE PLAN FOR MOLECULAR REVOLUTIONS

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

Let’s cultivate our garden in conformity with the practices

And customs of our contemporaries.

Don’t make waves! Just make fashion,

Gauged by the art and opinion markets,

Screened through publicity campaigns and polls.

Let us extol the creation of other existential chemistries

Open to all the recompositions and transmutations

of these singularity salts

whose secret arts and analyses can deliver up.

 

Analysis again! But where? How? Well, everywhere possible…

It can be individual

for those who tend to lead their lives as if it were a work of art

dual in all possible ways including (why not) a psychoanalytic couch

as long as it has been dusted off

multiple heads clonking froes through group network institutional

and collective practices

and finally the micropolitical by virtue of other social tactics

other forms of auto-valorization and militant actions

leading through a systematic decentering of social desire

to soft subversions and imperceptible revolutions

that will eventually change the face of the world

making it happier

making us happier

Let’s face it it’s long overdue.

 

Minor theorization

A cartography of affects

On the level of daily relationships

A relationship to space

Here analysis consist of connecting and making coexist

Neither to homogenize nor to unify

Rather to arrange levels of discursivity

According to principles of transversality

To make them communicate transversally

 

We are crushed under the weight of mass media

By images o power

By a manipulation of the imagination

In the service of an oppressive social order

By the fabrication

Of a majority consensus

By the cult of security

By processes of intoxication

That scare people about everything and nothing

Infantilizing them to the point that they no longer ask themselves questions.

Oh young people lets get organized

Piece together transmitters and broadcast intellectual diatribes

Experiment with a new kind of communication!

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MICRODERMABRASION ON THE FACE OF DEMOCRACY

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

Okay I say here we go now down to the brown murky depths of sorrow!

Relay a canned sphered key logo to clown the slowed curled cuts to marrow!

Parlay delay decay slowed shroud of the blackest irking deaths run fallow!

I can see and hear no clicks echoed in ear shot.

 

Fuck it tuck it in or strap it up to hide the bruised sides from public eyes.

Zip up sew the trap shut sever the tongue I can’t stand the languid tonsils shining from behind mollusk hides.

Crow necked rubber glides shiver moral red tides in this broken bric-a-brac haste set to tick set it to bake for taste.

I can’t bare to breathe anymore pasty wet pet names.

 

All of you fucks need to wake up and get together

Try a little harder to spend a lot less and live much better

Realize the debts you’re making for future generations quaking in the womb still being filled with your toxic seed.

Don’t you get it can’t you see?

How all these fucked up little things that fill your dormitory lifestyles are tangled

With the lives of slave labor shackles?

Stop buying and quit rolling the dough, boiling up beyond the horizons of our achingly slow

Pink and purple shortsighted continuum of excess.

 

Ya better find new fuels for these cancerous fires for the winter is gonna burn deeper than cantos can quiver irreverent pathological seas.

Seized in the doorway of future headway pathos.

 

“hmmmmm ooooooh well I see what’s happening here

let’s all just cool it and think it through a little while

I’m not quite sure what to do but there has to be a solution

Maybe some kinda lotion potion, quotidian concoction to suffuse the pollution

Let’s just invent some algorithm to decrease population

Pour money into invention, a miracle fabric to stave off starvation

Anti-coronary pills, meta-stasis cancers, organic refractions?

With all this technology there must be a way already or soon will be?

For the future is here now dontcha know so we can’t be the canary

Don’t stress it chill out man take it easy and wait, you’ll see it’ll all be ok

As long as the sun lasts us through the day

And there’s still atmosphere to waft away the gagging smells of decay

Isn’t there an app for that? Hold on a minute let me check my screens

I’m sure there’s some answer in these oracles dementing clandestine beams

Of truth safety and security

That’s what they’re made for to make it all go away

And decrease post-fordist stress lines

Microdermabrasion on the face of democracy. ”

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HISTORY OF FRACTALS AND CHANGE

19 September 2013 by CTASSAULTS

The great evil that has been allowed

to flourish and condense into the meta-cloud

is relativism

this encased space

where there is no distinction between shit and shinola

Everyone’s on equal footing

Everything’s of equal weight

Clogging the drains of the ribosomatic palace

We have no mathematical ability

We don’t know how to ask the questions

That expose some propositions as preposterous,

trivial, insulting, unworthy of repetition

Science is oh so quite capable

of undertaking its own reformation

are you the enemy? That lonesome slug subverting our enterprise? deconstructing our notions towards a world of clarity?

Why can’t we point out the pernicious forms of idiocy that flourish in our own community!?

An appeal to the level of intellect

that makes whats going on with the internet advertising like a meeting of the Princeton institute of advanced study

why have we tolerated so many semi-loose heads?

Who is willing to take on the karma involved in argument

and all the messy discourse that bores somebody elses ox?

So that at the end of the day such institutionally sanctioned forms of absurd iridology or Mormonism lies in shreds on the floor?

You want to talk about what’s politically correct!?

I can feel the tension in this room because people sense that I might gore their particular thoughts

Clean up your slime and forget about trailing back

There are just so many foolish people in the world

DEAF BUMB BLIND FEELING SMELLING THOUGH A THICK WOOD

All of these things are intelligence tests

Those that pass are not worrying about pro bono proctologists from other star systems

We have perfected politeness

We have perfected the ability to listen to damn foolishness

without betraying so much as a flick of an eyebrow when we realize the vacuum we are in the presence of

Now it is time to refine our mathematical skills

learn to think straight and not be afraid

to denounce the pernicious forms of foolishness which are viciating the energies of our brethren

and making us appear marginal and absurd in the discourse

oriented towards truly transforming society

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