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Prologus

by Crowbra

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1.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
2.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
3.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
4.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
5.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
6.
Eaten Ate 8 06:39
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
7.
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
8.
Binary Fuel 08:57
A Flicker And Sleepless eyes darted Filth and rags And rat shit, it must’ve been somewhere There had been a rat It was nosing With glimmering eyes and no conscience Shitting as it pleased, paying no mind Nosing among open graves Bodies strewn Led by the snout Eyes seeing grey Clutching the thumbs and gritting the teeth The smell of shit and vomit Not his Sleepless eyes agonized and pink Like the rats tail Eyes seeing grey, mind seeing color Colors of pain and complexity Maze of why Beneath the streets he lay Forced below, looked over, passed by The dead lay strewn, trampled like hay Wet like clay Much like clay Thrown about like a mud fight Dreams secede and come again Like receiving signals through matted hair Signals were manufactured and conceived Outside and within The brain throb was real It tore and rattled like tentacles seizing Myriad tentacles Tentacle of mind and the tentacles outside Chinese eyes Squinting Stereotypes that’s what they were The underground was damp, the clay fit in The temperature was cold, the lighting was dim Among great arches the bodies were strewn Aggregate and grey, cracks of illustrated lightning The ceiling chapelious and open Round as a womb, Harboring a sickening fetus Below the streets…… were paved with the dead Above the streets…… Fog clung to cyborgs Frozen forever, warm…. Cold Bugs did not sing, Birds hadn’t wings, the sky was as coffin interior Caught in the puss of earth Below quartz and pyroxene glimmer reflective light Shone from puddles Pools of blood and water, sewage and earth, and whispered death rattles, frozen in liquid matrix Tragic injection of cell, forever changing its composition, like beer after hops Beneath was another world, altered now in this moment This moment interpreted through sleepless eyes Monochromatic Like the eyes of those rodents, chewing through clay Nothing could survive above, because of the puss, it was suffocating, and it smothered everything The rats were here I know they were, he knew they were His 1930s eyes saw them, and the clay they were chewing through Molding like H. A. Wilcox Changing composition They smelled the shit, he smelled the shit, and imagined the shit of theirs These pools were mirrors He needed to rise, his body was forced and lead He had fallen weak and pretended himself dead The consciousness was flooding back, Ice bath Pain has the same effect He remained seated She A brain flicker She A glimmer, like a mineral fucking a puddle She Glowing like the coal of ghost She was dead He knew it, she probably smelled like here Like shit, and rat shit It was a shame It was so hard to get up To rise, to the Fuhrer Leader of mind It’s easier to get up when the Tv isn’t on His clothes were rotting and cold, colder than as if one were nude Why arise? Too many thoughts, too much complexity Wrestling him down, lifting him up The future is magnetic, like a blind mouse smelling cheese Pulling us in like black holes do Sucking on our screenplays like a straw on a vacuum We are fuel for someone, we are blood for vampires To keep going as the bottom half of a figure eight Integral, pulsing upward, binary pulsing Adding up to something, used The Digitites stole us They stole him Sucked in Eaten Ate 8 There were few selected To perpetuate elsewhere They were so much selected as they had selected themselves It was implanted in our strands One great mitosis, forced to fuck and fight While we looked under microscopes and watched the same thing happen. Fascinated by motivation, for our own was never understood Purposeful perpetuation Leading the rats through mazes, while we are lead through our own 8 great colonizers Titanic vessels Off to no great work Strewn to the sky Like a seed head taken by the wind Gone in a roar, leaving few behind, below Fleeing a ruined crop, a diseased monoculture Seeking fresh soil And so the wheel turns, the serpent eats its tail The selected knew of the destination, it was hidden from lay man Those of us forced beneath It was superfluous to save us all, unnecessary Only one seed must find the egg And so the second child will be born His gaze saw through walls, through vaulted ceilings Still unable to rise, staring at thoughts, seeing everything and nothing Visions, liquid and strobing Visions in color, sight in grey Like flashes of a dream Like the puddles sending dim light dancing A mournful retrospective Jester in court of dead king Remembering was masturbation, now emasculation Concurrently confirmation Suspects were now sentenced The period came after the sentence He knew it all along This manning of gears and fanning of coals The whistle blows for the blind engineer To ourselves we have been strangers Ourselves we’ve never met The soul of a robot shaking hands with its shell Like the spring beneath the earth as its waters being drunk And all that crude oil that sent us to and fro Devoid of personification, objective, stark and real The truth to our existence We are binary fuel
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Contemplative catharsis from inebriated tendrils, groaning from the hills of Northwestern Pennsylvania; transmuting blackened fragments of hardcore punk, metal, and industrial metal into a fevered Sci-Fi narrative.

Additional contributions to the album include:
Voice performances by:
MagGot of MagGot Films in association with the release of "His Devils Night"
and the late Ben Tatar, MagGot affiliate, storied actor and matchless voice performer.


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release date: 1 June 2013

All songs written, performed, recorded, and mixed by N. King

Mastered by Jack Control at Enormous Door Mastering

Spoken word vocal contributions by Ben Tatar in association with MagGot films

Sound clips excerpted from "His Devis Night" in association with MagGot films circa 2013

Title Contribution from the brain of Dan MacPherson

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released June 1, 2013

All songs written, performed, recorded, and mixed by N. King

Mastered by Jack Control at Enormous Door Mastering

Spoken word vocal contributions by Ben Tatar in association with MagGot films

Sound clips excerpted from "His Devis Night" in association with MagGot films circa 2013

Title Contribution from the brain of Dan MacPherson

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