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We emerge from a fiery wound
Bloody and wailing
And move for a time
Between vacuum and the light
Between laughter and the dust
Between ashes and the wind
As quickened presences
Set against the nothing
Before returning to our shallow darkness
Carved into an implacable silence
Herald of thunder
Herald of smoke and jagged tooling
Herald of debris and earthly din
Herald of wailing absence
Aluminum 2000, 2024, 2219, 2124 vaporize
Debris Event D as the left wing separates
14:00:18
PLBD tear from the body of the craft
There is darkness mid-deck
Displays go blank
Comm-links silent
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Fiction 2 (feat. Beans)
03:37
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Nuclear families give birth of no more than 2 since the States regulates child bearing
If I don't like you, I'll kill you
Then clone you and relieve me of my guilt
Why he's nothing like you except the same face I detest
Were they on to something
Did Heaven's Gate know something we didn't
Are Earth's final lashes given by the tail end of a comet
Who profits most from our paranoia
Revolting in it's inhumanity
Influence spans eight arms of the sun
Cult of emptiness
Sprinkling synthetic static
A disregard of quality in its purest form
A poem of nothing
A torrent of ridicule
Followed by a roar of laughter much worse a despair longer than its length
Paradox of juxtapositions parallel bypass recycled over drums
Teeth rattling regimen pinnacle of a peninsula checking the inside of its eyelids for it's sweet repose
Lost all its charm unresolved
We died for freedom once now dying for nothing
Robbed of gunpoint of reason
A faith slowly dissolved
A violation of dignity precipitating a crisis
Isolated tremors are ideas encapsulated in the shape of an elongated tear
Erupts like blood of an artery
An escape by entrance a slow struggle
Intertwined in ways in which it was not built
Lifeless in motion withheld
Denied of its volume
A fatigue under the forecast of dawn
No longer wet with the kiss of bright expectations or hope of gathering audience
Integrity betrayed its participants
Thirst in its tears
No pays attention because they don't expect much and plead for a return of the same
On invitation
The acrobat of death bestows his gift of sleep
Exalt his glaring error
A smoulder deceit cast by their own reflection caught in its own trap
A gesture passing acts as a cry of exo-methylated spirits exempt from duty
With exonerate arms grasping their last embrace waving the germ of its own destruction
A used tea bag antiquated
Hard to conform to the necessities of translation
A audacity aroused tremendous enthusiasm embody the fruit of illuminations
Harnessed by provoking fidelity flaunted by alienating on the brink of abyss
One leap entry is free to proceed in exhilarating abandon forward as a call to arms
A desire lying dormant
Repel against the avid trade of stench as a roar in the reign of silence
Ventilator crash scars dethroned
Untying a mass of knots that don't unravel is sparse moments from corridors
Brutal display of contours gleaming angles
Surged forward so immersed furiously in acceleration
Not even fearing it might split the skin
A 40 ft. dive in a glass of water
A lost cause at their mercy
Pitted against odds tailored in deficit
Who casts shadows looming over approval
A constraint constructed and crippled by remorse
Mechanisms in thought
Explore the perfect sculpture
A soft circuit
Shy and self-conscious
That hides behind words like closing a door
Just to make sure
No one is looking in
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There is mounting evidence that we are not alone in the universe.
Are there somewhere other life forms looking up into their night sky from very different worlds.
Asking the same kind of questions.
The hows, the whys.
A hooded figure emerges from the shadows.
Something in their movements is familiar.
Their worn hands lift to their hidden face.
Time stands still.
Your breath catches in your throat.
Your heartbeat races in your chest.
They pull back their hood to reveal.
(Their eyes, your eyes)
How can this be?
(Their eyes, your eyes)
The wind picks up,
(Their eyes, your eyes)
You stop still in your tracks.
(Their eyes, your eyes)
They approach.
Dark forces align.
This violence, never satisfied.
The dispossessed.
The unreal and the real.
Taking cosmic flight.
Prejudice revealed.
Phallic weapons poised.
Power over cries.
Unarmed masses scattered.
Under thunderous skies.
The left hand of darkness.
Sways the hands of Time.
Counter-clockwise motion.
Reversing words, unrhymed.
Revealing all, unravelled.
Disentangling lives.
A third spent in slumber.
Another third in lies.
The past veiled in myth.
Controlled by gods unseen.
Into unknown futures, foretold, we careen.
Darkness, disproportion.
Grow like winding weeds.
Archaeology reveals, the glitter of a seed.
They fight and feed on fear, hate, rivalry, aggression.
Interplanetary game, labyrinthian oppression.
Mythology feeds memory beyond what words can say.
Instruments of power, that put us in our place.
A vaste ornate procession gold spheres.
The chaos of the cosmos.
Thunderous, discordant, their sounding is a storm.
Towers watching over, they never march in form.
Death walks behind the king.
The Mover of great events.
Human bones, human blood in the mortar.
The building of our great cities.
More and more I long for saneness, for anonymity.
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ils se rendent quelque part
et c'est déjà un peu reparti
c'est ce qu'on apprend
dans les lignes
autour des yeux
et la longueur des couleurs
la grandeur des corps
ils se rendent quelque part
ils ne se rendent plus
se rendre
nulle part
il y a un arrivage de créatures phosphorescentes
déjà sous leurs pieds
les plus courts poissons du monde
ils remontent le courant
ils remontent le courant
jusqu'au centre
jusqu'au centre
jusqu'au centre
par accident
jusqu'au centre
ils remontent le courant
jusqu'au coeur
onduler jusqu'au coeur
retourner sous terre
onduler jusqu'au coeur
retourner sous terre
retourner sous terre
onduler jusqu'au coeur
(se rendre quelque part)
les entraves flanchent
(se rendre quelque part)
on retrouve la force de chacune des ondes
on dissout les côtes
onduler jusqu'au coeur
retourner sous terre
onduler jusqu'au coeur
retourner sous terre
ce n'est pas terminé
c'est reparti
ça arrive
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[Av3ry]
M. A. Currency Sign.
E. N. P. A. Tilda. Currency Sign.
Grave.
Directional valves of human being.
Invincible.
Invincible.
Drifted empty heavens.
Be fine and at that this book a diary.
Striding terrible brains Is Immortality.
Automation.
Automation.
M. A. Currency Sign.
E. N. P. A. Tilda. Currency Sign.
Terrify me.
Terrify me.
M. A. Currency Sign.
E. N. P. A. Tilda. Currency Sign.
Terrify me.
Terrify me.
Infinitely many strangers.
It is lost comes when what they tremble.
December in unison and that one most natural science.
Enact all his prayers.
Streaming the gamesome labor.
In the real relation with no killing.
Directional valves of human being.
Invincible.
Invincible.
Everything.
[Beans]
One Day I saw a child crying I asked "What's wrong?"
He told me that he got bit by a rattlesnake
So I gave it a lollipop
Now it's gone and life moves along
Risen to heaven plunged below
Satanic aromatherapy
The scent of brimstone and calamity
With surety and clarity of death's eternity
Hell ain't as bad as the way to it
The dead are clay for the living
In memory to make malleable their image in afterlife
A once great man desperate to matter revoked
A tightrope unknown where the next foot is gonna land
Flat footed with the wrong foot forward
4 cent romeo funds low
But he couldn't past a phat ass
Harassment he tried to holla
Had enough quarters to add up to 4 dollars in his hand
She told'em kick rocks scram
Despite the bowel movement of your life
Come off your knees and stop praying for bullshit
As an adolescent, inadequate in his Batman underoos
His posture like a fish hook who fondly jerked off to Julie Newmar
His parents paid him no attention
So his childhood was spent raising his right arm to wait his turn
Now he's all gas masked and googly eyed
Wow, 2020 was some wild times
In his MAGA hat
Barefoot in my neighborhood
Tearing down elect Biden/Harris signs
Moves on but never heals
Gradually - daily - the ache fades
His hatred is normal
There's no courage in hatred
Lacking the ability to love
His hatred is normal
The solution he won't find in love
Your doom is love
The price of killed kids
To be a scary man
He named his AR-15 Honey Love
What a different world
If Michael Sanford succeeded
What a different world
The world is almost done and I stress ate
Orange Man MAGA mentality
White trash privilege insurrection flops
Fighting two pandemics
Covid and stupidity
Despite to maintain the reign of white supremacy
No rebirth
No renascence
Abhorrent to non-believers get you rinsed no benevolence
No threat to mines you a tumor benign
You trash you never fail to fail
Drew a watch on your wrist
And still don't know what time it is
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Nicolas Bernier Montreal, Québec
Composer and media artist between images, light, design and experimental practices. Montréal.
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