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Wow some great Listening Test Responses to the new stumblesome record have been coming in! "Mussel Memories Workout Challenge" and most of the stumblesome back catalogue available at stumblesome.bandcamp.com
"tough guys don't need to breathe" by stumblesome. This is a collection of fits, starts, demos, live recordings and whatever could be salvaged in the years after the avalanche. Circa 2003-2010. www.stumblesome.bandcamp.com
Its all clear from here on out, we open skies with our mouth
I’ve got nothing but friendships left to save, I’m feeling unsafe as if the road below could go sinkhole at any moment
As if the part of you that’s endless never got the memo so you sidestep the whole investment for the sake of invention
opening a vacuum sealed can of wormholes
tough to iron them folds
i am reconsidering my position on the issue
revisiting decisions on what to commit to
i am reconsidering my yesses
wishing i had more nos
my thought trees grow
emotive winds blow
the penninsula opens up to a sweet cove
we know we’ll get to the bottom of every old
issue reopen the buy in is sold
the wager is wavering
i’m on a fence again
waving my face in the wind
are you trying to wake me up?
i swear i’ve had this dream before
of impenetrable deja vu
and flaccid neckties
choking our soft necks
to death’s nonmonumentus occasion
to the lake’s unsurmountable succulence
risidual sky pieces acting like unrampled durags for the godhead
It all started with an idea to make a few one-size-fits-all compliments that could be given to just about anyone. I could sell them already sealed and let my customers know that whatever the contents within were, that they would certainly cheer them up. I made a sign thinking I would also offer on-the-spot customized compliments. But in the end, all my customers at the Night Market wanted me to write them face poems. So that is what I did. A flock of extremely satisfied customers. Haimish Gree joined me and ended up writing quite a few compliments. He typed up the compliment and after he'd write an additional thought for people on the envelope itself with a quill and ink. He wrote a couple custom compliments, and many. many spontaneous compliments that could be given to just about anyone... A masterful note penned on an envelope designed to prepare the reader to accept an exhilarating compliment within that could be perfect for them or... anyone else who happened to read it. I kept this one for myself. After the evening I had a few compliments by Mr. Gree left over so I gave one to my mom. She loved hers and quickly hid it in a special place near all the salt. My mother's compliment. I have all of the compliments that I made left over, and I made them look really, really nice! Stamps, drawings, color. But for some reason people always picked the simpler, more mysterious inked envelopes by Haimish Gree. I gave the last one to my dad. It said, "When did you learn that you are beautiful?" He read it, chuckled and then after a few minutes he gave it back to me. "I don't need this." The next day I caught my dad asleep on the couch. Indeed, he doesn't need such a compliment. He is obviously a beautiful man.
That one time when Anja Notanja asked me to write compliments to random people on the street with her.
A sense of where you are #basketballweather
my fav #robinwilliams performance.
rest in power oh captian my captain.
'What's it going to be then, eh?' That was me, that is Wesley, and my five droogs, that is Erik, Kendra, Nathaniel, Luna, and Kipp, Kipp being really Kipp, and we sat in the Club Garibaldi milk bar making up our rassoodocks what to do with the evening, a flip light hot summer bastard though wet.
Is this you? #almostforever
i see you seeing me singing you is this you? i bet you think this mirror is about you
Direct witnessing a pawning of the blood vessel Cornerstoning underthrown obelisks for writhing the wrath of a dissonant summer Riding the aggravation it's a slow boat to germantown No wake up next week no sweating no bleep No herring no sheep No bless no bliege no ticket no sleep For the overheated evening
Here at the edge of the world #vanishingpoints
Swinging from a hold over the best part of the ocean, you are the figure I'm contemplative about during a competitive poetics in motion.... .....of history's emotion, cyclical trails, deepening into recesses, behind fatherhood or sonhood there is an ever-escaping approval process, a patriarcal hypnosis.....I'm telling you this because this is where I my secret voice is located, I've learned to speak here.... Right now I'm speaking to you, here, as "then" calls for me to speak to "them" like a ringing in ones ears while unlocking a series of doors.... You... Here.... Listening to the walls sing..... I want you to be aware of this then as an addendum to a continuing omnipresensce... It speaks of immediacy, luminosity, discreet tones I give to cradle in your loving arms, to let fall stars from your ajna to my pillowed head in childhood bed, celestial awareness, lingering diaphonous impressions, I hope you are still asleep.... it soothes me to speak to you in this way but I have no intention of waking you, these words are to be spoken through you, sleeping Muse... These are loveletters to a modern day highschool sweetheart
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all artists create from a state of no-mind, from a state of inner stillness - eckhart tolle