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The weather is thick, chirps and squeaks from Japan.
All the night, the insects gurgle. Listened to Schimpfluch-Commune Int. this evening
in headphones, from the inside. Eyes go funny with such lunacy, wonderful sounds
by Eb.er and crew make for an enchanting Monday evening meditation experience.
Also, this evening, old noise from Emil Beaulieau as he ravaged the Relapse [...]

substance: lack of memory

Wind scatter blown from trees far away from here fall at my feet.
I link myself to the apple garden, to the oasis, that
warmth of fresh beginnings and the pleasure of subtleties once felt.
How the tree in the field now shines, the vast field as
large as a lake, a solid green lake.

jet lag

rumble tumble plane-train to
the suburbs. a taxi in Japanese.
Second day, sleep without food.
Sudden urge to rearrange the furniture.

shiver

orange night mucous
neon pink glow of skin alight and
smiling under the haze of that orange night.
the electro-lights, under the glimmering simmer of summer
unto roads paved black, a light black.
shiver, she shivers, teeth clicking, clattering.
flesh steaming orange night mucous
neon pink alights the depths of the woods.
this night.

Tremble

heartfelt-bloodlet in the afterglow of the afternoon.
Shivering slivers of slime sparkle in the sunshine. Yet,
a collection of spines rattle idly by the doorway, the entrance.
Someone dropped lint, pulled lint, rather scattering the ashes
of a pocket in the mezzanine. This, my love, my forgotten one,
this is how I tremble.