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Mind Your Own Potatoes
02:26
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The deafening is silent
This is about to get obnoxious
He's screaming while vomiting fire
Shapeshift into a blob of light
No, he doesn't want you
Save your toiletries for the tea time, meemaw
Rope around your neck
Candle in your hand
Father Death
Father, you are death
It is unreasonable
But I will still put all the blame on you
Oh, you dirty animal
Mind your own potatoes
One under each armpit
One under the last rib on the left
Debased
Defaced
Debunked
Degloved
Disgrace
Don't judge
It's called ”presenting”
Maybe he's just plum out of spendin'-money
Or maybe she's just not worth it
You were cast for this role
But without consent
Jerks make you pose awkwardly
In front of cheap camcorders
You pirouette around yourself
Accepting dizziness
You spread yourself wide open
They sweat and laugh
Smoke and drink
Jerk
And jerk
And jerk
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Antaura?
Still roaming the sea?
All I got was your jealousy
Generalist
This one is for insects
That one is for grain
Seed crunch
Nectar slurp
Small local fruits
Chisel deep
Dipnetting even deeper
Surface skimming
Shallower
Scythe it down hard
HARD
Probing, but carefully
Filter feeding
Aerial fishing
The mother of all pursuits
Scavenge like a silly robber
Raptorial unmentionables
Legs tattooed
Real white upon mere white
Your shower, but with a window by the sink
At least one foot of water everywhere
What's with all the commotion?
She's just doing the rounds
Making sure no one gets left out
Cat Eyes and salted belly buttons
Just tumbling-tumbling-tumbling on the floor there
In front of eagerly gazing eyes
Face hovering over small boy
Night after night after pitch-black night
No summoning took place
Bulging cheeks
Wrinkled red town
Swallowing a bit at a time
Bitterness and sweetness
No air, never air
Peeking at the gift
One night then three for thee
You left, yet somehow I stayed
He courageously puts on his big-girl-pants
March out into the world and give 'em hell
He courageously puts on his big-girl-pants
March out into the world and give 'em hell
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Nobody Asked
02:53
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Your bedtime hallucination
A place for maggot cultivation
Life-weary relaxation
In the midst of a foggy plantation
Yet zero fear of separation
And little means of transportation
This life-ending altercation
Truly uncalm articulation
Less-than-soothing aggravation
Untrue adoration
Whole-hearted ornamentation
Recalled and unnecessary modification
That half-hearted adaptation
Hidden within a silent proclamation
Fully unwanted exploration
Last-minute contemplation
Ill-equipped combination
Spit and blood-soaked relation
Forced demonification
Ruined and tasteless pollination
Systemic envenomation
Off-key instrumentation
Her secret presentation
My very last inhalation
Such a hideous creation
Yum a salacious nation
Nobody asked for this decoration
Prolonged localisation
Soft, SOFT ramification
Pretentious personification
Restless manipulation
Dishonest manifestation
Undignified disfiguration
Ragged and rad discombobulation
This juvenile agitation
More fiendish copulation
Past heinous customization
Thus ridiculous imitation
Boundless limitation
Thy misguided intimidation
His regretful invitation
The last stabilization
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The Tune of Nothing
04:25
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Waltzing to the tune of nothing in particular
An installation or an execution
Your cheap white casket on the floor
We hereby re-relieve you of all control
Of all responsibilities
Of all hope
Of loss
All fear
All love
Negated and undone into ash
Occasional stirrings of her bosom
Blackened
Blacked
Mounting into her head
Blacky
Black
Criticized by her own mouth
Blah
Bee
Buu
Criticized by her own mouth
Mock made of her own thoughts
Each time you show me your hand
An other piece of finger is missing
An imagined escape
Claws its way into becoming reality
While I whisperingly
And inaccurately
Struggle to recite verses
From the holy book of
"Get Thy Act Together"
Perpetually nervous from birth
It is allowed
To feel how a chest untightens
How a heart unholds onto life
Waltzing to the tune of nothing
All is black
Criticized by her own mouth
BLAH
BEE
BUU
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Aphid
04:22
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They carry you
Two of them
One in front and one behind
Suspended and stiff
You make the impression of being dead
But only because you are
Now sheet-covered
Two of them lift you out of (y)our room
Living room next
Cold and curiously dank
No longer candle-lit
Approach the front steps
Yellow-brownish stone
Forward and one step down
Carefully that you don't smash your knees
Past the ghost of once aphid-infested pinkness
A crackling of pepples
A seldom used parking space
Yet here is your ride
Sirens won't be needed today
There is nowhere you have to be
Infatuation
Restlessness
On the slab
Visit may be rain-checked
You'd rather just off yourself than accept its indifference
It's too cold to keep pretending it's not
A fire broke out in the cow house
The goodnight tale of
"The Little Artery That Could"
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Fox Made of Straw
03:34
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Say it out loud how you cannot be helped
Assuredly this will force him to fail
He says that this feeling is new
Yet has painstakingly described it countless times before
Countless times before
She merely coughs in the face of extinction
Nevertheless it resides in this old frump
You look like a pile of withered hope
A hill of badly healed wounds
Trapped between the grinding of teeth
Dolls and a fox made of straw
Bruised and over-acting
But at least the moaning stopped
Dishonest smiles
Untruthful tellings or sloppy lies
Manipulated pity
And unloving, sticky affection
Dagnabbit
He dun been got
These games are asinine
Infest
Oppress
Possessed!
Whatever is lying there
You hope it's from a dog
One single goose leg
But hidden behind a pant leg
He must be chewed upon
Until there is nothing left
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Waggy Hand
02:36
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When you think about it
So soul-crushingly bleak
Mind-numbingly wrong
It will be a cold day in hell
Before you admit your mistakes
You are merely a spectator
Disgusting energy
Reprehensability
Spill out of a gash agape
Onto a floor of wood
Ruining fabulous Italian leather
Get zapped, loser
You're rendered a witness
To your own undoing
A scarf and a lap
Insufficiancy and prematurity
Flailing
Over-excitement and yearning
An aging body
Giving its all, its last
On the dew-covered January grass
What a man you are
A mighty fine one
The manliest of men
Applicable
Great strategy, Mr. Smelly Breath
Appalling
Just disgust and scare us into submission
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A Son Becomes a Frog
05:10
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Goosebumps the size of actual geese
Pearls of sweat amassed
A lake of nervousness
Mouth and tongue
Tingling
Mice and tongs
Mingling
Your breath longs to be less short
Obstruction
Point Nemo
Pale yellow butterfly
A pit of dispair
You hate it
Because their pictures are less ugly
Buckets of ice
A shattering of everything
Sea whips itself into a frenzy
Stop stirring
Home decay
Abysmal
Pervasive
To just be speared!
Abhorrent
Your lower half is on fire
Just one huge, terrifying misunderstanding
Or perhaps a series
Of smaller and moderately frightening miscommunications
Like ripples in water
A son becomes a frog
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I Will Eat Your Ankles
04:59
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It was October but not really
I am not mad at you
When I don't see you soon
I do not want you to think
I was ever mad at you
It was your choice
You flaming idiot
I'm scared that you are listening to my thoughts
I was only playing tough
I WILL EAT YOUR ANKLES
I WILL EAT YOUR ANKLES
I WILL EAT YOUR ANKLES
I WILL EAT YOUR ANKLES
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I Divorced Life Hamburg, Germany
Experimental sound artist based in Hamburg, Germany
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