PSYCHEDELICSKULL, ROT.

(now unscented)

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How to Tell Time in the Dark

I love you all and I miss you, and the people you were and can't be again. The shapes you're growing into are unfamiliar and seem uncomfortable and wrong. But wrong is wrong, and right is wrong, right is left and the world is a song, ha. Of suffering, joy, hate and love, light and dark and gray. We're caught in the tide of everlasting ebb, flow away and back and away. But back isn't back and away isn't always new. Stillness isn't static and motion never moves. All is chaos and none is order. Chaos patterned, order distrustful. I'll say one thing, though. Nothing is one thing. And everything is nothing. So grow out of age into youth, and renew youth into age. Plot it out onto yellowed page, yellowed tooth. Turn them all until you reach the cover. Leather bound and old, turning unintended colors. Dusty, disintegrating, motes whirl with your finger. Arrange them into mandalas, circles of words, circles of lust, circles of history and dull bright nonsense. Bound them again, make the old new. New old, old new, new old again. Now, for the last time. And again.

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Art Print

The bird will sleep and time will creep.

The Rooster Dreams

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Full Cup

Let us drink of one another deeply, let us pour the milk of mothers' memories into the deep black pool around us and between us, correspondence without the encumbrances of syllable.

Let our tongues free of the tyranny of language, paint our moans on the canvas of silent wilds, all lost to our singular laser focus, our blind and willful cradling oblivion. Forever for the next minute and the next, and the next devoid of time's vulgar context.

I am nothing, only but a fool for you. I am a dusty mote, floating on the pool of you. And here, hear the brushings of our skins, our hair, our breath less the conscious thoughts, the jackets cast off, the blows sweet and soft.

Never may they stop.

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Whorls and waves and porous permissions.

Clouds of Doom and Love

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Fall River Gas. Dimensional intersection on a brisk fall evening.

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Naughty Cat

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Fall River Gas Lite

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Q&A

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Garden Altar

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Textile Skeletons I, II, III

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Dr. Mmmm - Nervous Energy

New yams courtesy of the good Ed Mund. Part of a compilation that can be found here: https://soundcloud.com/ed-mund-1/sets/compilation

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What’s the Frognosis?

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Dirt

What is a Saturday? And what is a Wednesday? And who gives a rat's singular ass?

Forsooth!

What is dirt? (You know, that soil.) Little bugs and some sand, a little decaying moss, perhaps.

Ah, that smell though. A good dirty smell.

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Dimension Map

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Austerity Assessor

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The Catch

It's a bad smell you just can't get out of your nose. It's an old spell that pulls just the same as the day it was cast. Of fiery night and spires of light, forlorn.

I am not the same person from day to day. All of the people I am just happen to share a name.