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Violent Squid - Self Titled

Track Listing:
1. Santa Claus, The Man On The Moon, Kraft Cheese, & Jesus
2. Be Young And Shut Up
3. Robitussen Popsicle
4. Butterscotch Saturday
5. Filtering The Night
6. Xander
7. The Violin Fluttered Down Stream To Greet Me & That Heroin Says "hello"
8. Just Young
9. ...
10. ...
11. ...
12. ...
13. MoTown
14. Sassy Mink

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Video of Sassy Mink off Self Titled release



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Violent Squid & Forbes/Young/Gonzalez Trio - SPLIT LP

Track Listing:
1. The Show Me State Of Misery
2. Forbes
3. Hereafter, Squid Attacked!
4. Clowns Are Symphonic
5. Biting Dog
6. ChurchOLDCOfLDCOLostDCOLDreams
7. The Spirits Of Jagoe
8. Mike Forbes/Andrew Young/Stefan Gonzalez - Event I

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Violent Squid - Pieces Of Anthology

track listing:
1 - 3.7.08 Congress Denton Texas Part 1
2 - 3.7.08 Congress Denton Texas Part 2
3 - 1.27.08 Lakey Denton Texas Part 1

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Violent Squid - IV

track listing:
1. Digestive System Action
2. Let It Snow
3. Interstate Artificial Intelligence
4. A Song With The Word Train In It
5. Carrot Six Shooter
6. Stuck In A Bangkok Prism
7. Untitled
8. Fur Bent
9. The Musical Speed Of Breathing Rainbows

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Violent Squid - TREES

track listing:
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Violent Squid - 666

track listing:
1. Our6rb6r6s
2. Last Second Dialogue All Twenty-Five
3. Floral Cents You Left Me
4. Unloading Rocks Out Of My Shoe
5. Slowing Down The Glue
6. SwaYaw
7. As Ice
8. Shopping For A Wig
9. People Named Denis Often Become Dentists
10. Missouri Skeptics

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Violent Squid - 777

track listing:
1. Twists. Turns. Sweating. Remembering Teeth Falling Under Our Pillows For Dollar Bills and Coins, Layered Like A Canyon, That Purchased This Beautiful Future.
2. Silk Streams Of Loathing Chocolate Floaters

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Violent Squid - Live At Hailey's April 19th 2008, UFO Festival

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Review In The Dallas Observer Jan. 10th 2008

Violent Squid

IV (Self-released)

By Jesse Hughey 

Published: January 10, 2008

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Violent Squid on Top Albums of 2007 from "Weshotjr". really nice write-up.

From the blog "WESHOTJR" (http://weshotjr.blogspot.com)

Favorite Records 2007

10. Red Krayola, Sighs Trapped By Liars: Red Krayola reunites with the conceptual art collective/activist group Art And Language, for the first time in nearly a quarter of a century to produce one of the year's surprise releases and the closest thing to a "new" release from a reunited band I had on my list. The music found on their old releases, "Kangaroo," "Black Snakes" and especially "Corrected Slogans," I used to put on to push the buttons of Blood Brothers fans who thought they had pretty "out there" tastes. This record was expectedly a little smoother than some of the spiky structures and absurdist radical lyricism on their old recordings, but some of the vocals are still strange enough to wrinkle the brow of the average indie rocker, and their political and social conscience is obviously still bothering them. You'll miss the lopsided bitchiness of Mayo Thompson's insane singing voice, but marvel at how well the Art And Language collective has aged and matured.

9. Various Artists, After Dark Compilation: Upon first aural examination this seems like a dance music compilation, largely indebted to disco, paying direct tribute to Kraftwerk and early electro, nothing too complicated there. I've probably listened to this while working my straight job more than just about any other release this year, and there is something intriguingly somber and longing about most of these songs. This isn't just another coke abuse soundtrack but instead, the music that accompanies the void that encompasses you as you drive home from the club, city skyline in your rearview mirror. Perfect for Dallas. This is the celebratory release of a new Mike Simonetti venture, a man who has stayed a step or two ahead of the music industry for a long time now. If someone knows whether or not he ever released that Breadwinner bootleg he was threatening to subversively let loose on the market, please email me.


8. ESG, A South Bronx Story Vol. 2: The first South Bronx Story compilation by ESG was one of the most mind-blowing comps I had ever heard, all the way back in 2000. As entirely accessible as it was historically significant, it was great to find that this second volume was almost every bit as good as the first. Combining rarities and b-sides, this is incredibly immediate music, by a group that shares the very rare position of being pioneers of post-punk, hip-hop, and dance music, all without sounding like idiots. As the album progresses, the ability to still come up with beautifully simplistic basslines, obnoxiously danceable funk drumming and often hilarious upbeat vocals with the same enthusiasm for over two decades is astounding. Some of the cheap sounding guitar fuzz solos from the later years bothered me at first, but only added to the fun upon repeated listening.


7. Violent Squid, FYG Trio Split LP: One of the things I noticed about this album was the way it made people say things like, "It's too bad this isn't on a nationally distributed label. People should really hear it." Or similar sentiments expressed by people who usually don't care about such things. It is actually a shame considering this album was one of the most noteworthy releases this year period. It left me dumb-founded after each listen, scratching my head at how out of time and place it ultimately sounds. More specifically, the ghosts of 20th Century Avant America haunt the creaks, scratches and bleats of the record, ironically inoculating it from ever having to suffer the trend-scarred effects of age. Sans reissues, I don't even know if I could say that for the other entries on this list.

6. Shellac, Excellent Italian Greyhound: Thought at first I was sometimes confused and disappointed by Shellac's newest record, I realized that their last album "1000 Hurts" also had some unexpected turns that threw me when I first heard it, and it has since achieved a classic status with many of its fans. Comparing a band's newest record to live shows you've caught or bootleg performances you've heard is often a futile exercise, and it helps to try to separate a record from those expectations, if possible. There are definitely some weird moments here but there are also some strange moments in their live show, therefore making the record more of an accurate representation than previously thought. I've gotten used to the long-winded monologues but I still don't know if I can deal with a Strongbad cameo. When the speeches end and this record really kicks in, there's nothing else like it.


5. Neurosis, Given To The Rising: Over the course of several diverse projects including Tribes Of Neurot, a collaboration with Jarboe and their last full-length, "The Eye Of Every Storm," longtime Neurosis fans might have had the understandable concern that these Metal and Hardcore pioneers had softened for good. Though Neurosis had taken a respectable stab at so many different styles and concepts, you often found yourself wondering if they would return to their notoriously punishing selves. This record should lay to rest such fears, as it certainly did my own. This two disc set was a welcome beating, and its strength lies in its direct attack. There is very little time change gimmickry and other hallmarks of the prog metal they've inspired, instead there is the constant barrage of a basic Sabbath-sized seventies groove beat that keeps pummeling for over an hour. Expect to embarrassingly be unable to stop yourself from making demonic faces while air-drumming in slow motion.

LINK "Water Is Not Enough"


4. HEALTH, HEALTH: For a group that has so meticulously plotted each concept, visual representation, feedback loop, vocal effect and analog drum pad sound , it's a wonder that HEALTH still made a record that sounds so ready to fly off the hinges and singe your eyebrows as it blasts through each of the carefully crafted tracks. Ambient room sound compliments the huge drumming, in direct contrast to the chilling lilt of singer Jake Duzsik's voice, thusly creating a deftly honed hysteria that claws its way through the sizzle and spark shower of hot-wired electronics. One of the uniting forces between those who dance and those who slam dance.

LINK "Tabloid Sores"

3. Death Sentence: Panda, Festival Of Ghosts: One of the more overlooked bands from the extremely active West Coast music scene, Death Sentence Panda utilize horns in their No Wave inspired music, reminiscent of "Don Gavanti," which is hailed as being the lone operetta that the genre yielded. Almost completely forgotten (but not quite thanks to Ze and Atavistic reissues) is the way that No Wave progressed, surprisingly similar to more boring strains of 70's rock, and eventually incorporated elements of World Music into its sonic vocabulary. This is mirrored in "Festival Of Ghosts," which brings to mind gamelan orchestras, The Sun City Girls Eastern influenced experimentation, and the unraveling rhythms of Albert Ayler's spiritually inspired work. This risky and unexpected move from such a young group is actually excellent, and its ominous clang will stick with you. The second side of this vinyl release is very different live material from an earlier stage in DS:P's development and will quickly convince you what drew people to this band in the first place.

LINK "Slumber Party"

2. Koji Kondo/Eat Avery's Bones, Split 7 Inch: Koji Kondo rose from the ashes of Blonde Girls, who made my top ten records list last year and I'm not surprised to see them here again, with another excellent seven inch. They were one of the most ferocious live bands this year, a status they absolutely catapulted to by destroying living rooms and spaces all around town. This record captures a band that isn't just chugging out crossed-arm dudecore, but a handful of some of the most inventive and dynamic charged bits of music that the area has ever produced. The tug, push, and pull of this sophisticated punk is only heightened by the thoughtful and often poetic bite of the lyrics, that take the long way around "Fuck You." The other side is almost the opposite in many ways, since Eat Avery's Bones is probably more interested in being as grotesque as possible with the Eff Word as opposed to telling anyone off. They're too busy having fun for that. Their keyboard infused gross-out music with the busy rhythm section has been a favorite of the blog since its early days, and it was a true joy to throw that vision on the turntable for the first time.

 

1. Pylon, Gyrate Plus: As I mentioned in a "Heavy Rotation" piece earlier this year, I don't know if the "Gyrate" reissue fully demonstrates the point that Pylon are early dance-punk pioneers as well as their second record does, but it hardly matters. The fact that this is in print is definitely something we should all think DFA for. The scratchy guitars chicken pecking at the melodic basslines over the shifting drum beats and of course, the occasional disco rhythm is a sound that has aged so well that eighteen year olds are still churning this kind of thing out, and that's remarkable. But this band should also be remembered for the uniquely vulnerable and angry vocal performances of lead singer, Vanessa Briscoe Hoy. Their work might have been even more marginalized if it weren't for her. This is truly a band that should be held in the same esteem as Gang Of Four or Mission Of Burma and it's nice to see someone as popular and busy as James Murphy took the time and energy to acknowledge that.

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Violent Squid named in Top 10 Local Albums of 2006 by Dallas Observer
Category: Music

By Michael Chamy

Violent Squid, You're on Vacation

Airy, incidental recordings with a pastoral, acid-folk circa '74 Krautrock feel from these unpredictable Denton madcaps.

After all these years, they have toned down the volume, but Andrew Huffstetler's odd bombast and intensity still remains, as does the band's proclivity for hiding dissonant bits inside Newbery Medal-winning songs. Well, if they gave Newbery Medals to songs.

Centro-matic, Fort Recovery

Indie-rock perfection can be off-putting to some, but not when Will Johnson's honest, gritty and idiosyncratic songs are at the heart of it all. Johnson's Austin-based now, but the rest of the band still parks in North Texas.

Ghostcar, Too Strong/The Art of Transition

There has been a sighting of the first-ever studio Ghostcar album after all these years, and it smells vaguely like Miles' carcass, mixed with the ashes of the Rhodes piano these guys set on fire in the middle of redefining electric jazz for the devil-may-care improv-rock set.

hotel, hotel, allheroesareforeverbold

My Education played my wedding, but I want these guys to play my funeral. Austin/Denton/Arizona plus violin/guitar/drums drifting in an early Kranky Records atmosphere.

The Paper Chase, Now You Are One of Us

John Congleton's angular, psychotic, noisy/catchy concern got weirder again on their second Kill Rock Stars effort, thank god.

Chris Garver, e4/e5

Intimate, folksy lo-fi offering from Denton conjures Skip Spence, Elephant 6 and other far less cool artists, amongst a titanium-strong batch of songs.

Blonde Girls, "Husky Deluxe" 7-inch

Stop/start, push/pull, vertigo punk from these inarticulate two-minute Fort Worth trashers. Laconic genius.

Dennis Gonzalez Yells at Eels, Geografia

Internationally acclaimed trumpet player and Dallas treasure Dennis Gonzalez leads another circus of mind-blowingly precise, spirited, adventurous jazz that's free in spirit if not structure as well.

Stumptone, Gravity Suddenly Released

Years in the making, Chris Plavidal returns with another far-out reconciliation of tantalizing psyche-folk gems and loopy noise-rock genius. Finished, but still being shopped to labels.

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A nice write up/review on the blog WeShotJR

from:

www.weshotjr.com

Violent Squid (Two Albums)

Violent Squid have made this the most taxing review I have ever attempted by far, and I've spent the entire Summer season (maybe even the end of Spring) torturing myself over finishing it. It seemed like a simple enough task at the outset, but the fact that they've released four albums since I started this review created a challenge that I just wasn't used to. If a band releases five cd's in about four months, which one do you review? By the time the third or fourth is out, does the first one become stale? The fact that Violent Squid is almost more of a loose collective (lead by Ty Stamp) than a band contributes to its ability to maximize output, but it also creates a certain amount of confusion in the scrawled artwork and credits for anyone attempting to decipher who has done what on each record. To make this easier on everyone, I chose a couple of my favorites to review (although I basically liked them all). Let's start off chronologically with their eponymous album:

Part I

Violent Squid (Self Titled): 3 1/2 Stars

For all I've been told about the VS project including just about every Denton resident on its roster at one time or another, for the most part the group's self titled CD is a surprisingly cohesive statement. This is due in part to the fact that at least four musicians make multiple appearances (on both discs), including Oswaldo Sinevil, David Young, Mike Forbes and of course, Ty Stamp (in addition to other collaborators both named and unnamed). When compared to a Violent Squid performance, which I've witnessed turn into a "fourth wall" demolition where the whole room seems to be crawling over one another out of time to the band, Violent Squid is a fairly calm and melodic collection of music.

The album begins with one of its strongest tracks, "Santa Claus, The Man On The Moon, Kraft Cheese, and Jesus." The track blends violin, viola, guitars and other instruments with an added layer of foggy fidelity that creates an unexpected depth to the music that can be found throughout the album. The electronic sounds and beats that fade in and out of the recording are expertly blended without disrupting the subdued mood set by the stringed instruments, and are followed by a handful of textured and hazy instrumentals that rely on layered overdub recording techniques and the sonic pushing and pulling of the mixing process. "Filtering the Night" is a track that is mostly Sinevil stabbing in staccato at a piano soundboard, accompanied by Ty on an unnamed instrument, and Forbes on sax.

Around the halfway mark there is a noticeable dip, with some dangerously jam band bass tones and drum beats followed by a tacked on rap track by a rapper named Montana, which actually isn't that bad. Wet with reverb on the vocals and live drums, the approach reminded me of Bill Lasswell prodigy and experimental rapper Sensational, a guy who gained notoriety for flowing to Stockhausen. I also mention Laswell since these back-to-back tracks are the only time the album seems to void its own charm and patchwork methodology by veering and stretching a little too hard for the eclecticism, which is something Laswell's been guilty of for decades. Of course this is more than made up for by the album's wonderfully catchy anomaly "Sassy Mink", an irresistible piece of psyche pop with an equally irresistible video to match. The track is pretty much all Ty on a computer program with added bass and guitar accompaniment, and the "Robots in the summertime" refrain is impossible to forget.

From there the album returns to its droning and melodic instrumental beginnings (with one track even breaking the eleven minute mark), and eventually disperses into snippets of throat clearing, single string plucks, sound effects and a fractured conversation featuring Sinevil responding to a friend's claim of being a writer with the proclamation, "There aren't any professionals, man." Whether it's true or not, there is something vaguely comforting in that statement, just as in Violent Squid's self titled album.

PART II




Violent Squid and Mike Forbes/Andrew Young/Stefan Gonzalez Trio Split LP: 5 Stars

This split ep features the work of at least six musicians, and though they all make excellent contributions, Mike Forbes tends to really dominate the cd. And this is a good thing. Even though he is obviously a great listener, and therefore a great player, he could easily overpower most acts he has ever collaborated with, lead, or sat in on, and his true talent ultimately might be that he chooses to be mericful.

The buildup on this cd is great and you could imagine how impressive this would be on vinyl with the shorter Violent Squid tracks on one side and the one long Forbes/Young/Gonzalez piece on side two, an arrangement similar to so many classic records. The playing on this album will make you long for an 180 gram version on Impulse or ESP to be sure, but the two dollar CDR is an improbable bargain (word around town is that Ed Priesner of The Fra House is working on a cassette only release of the trio's music). The first few tracks feature Forbes accompanied by prepared guitar, "singing bowl", upright bass, and even a washing machine. That should go over well with people who refer to experimental music as "toaster banging music," and unfortunately for said critics, this man playing his saxophone into a washing machine is better than most of the unsolicited MP3's collecting digital dust in the We Shot JR inbox after a generous attempted listen. Anyway, the rest of the VS portion consists of improvised instrumentals that lack the structure and melody found on the self-titled release but are full of equally enjoyable sounds and ideas just the same.

The Forbes/Young/Gonzalez piece "Event I" is everything I hoped for when I first heard that these three were starting as a trio, as I am a fan of their separate endeavors-- Young as a founder of 715 Panhandle's foray into Denton DIY as well as a participant in some impressive online recordings, Forbes as a collaborator with seemingly everybody, and Stefan Gonzalez, experimental prog rock (Unconscious Collective), brutal grindcore/ thrash (Akkolyte, Rat Salad) and jazz (Yells At Eels) drummer.

Since the recording is a snapshot of three musicians feeling out each other's technique and ability, the track starts off as a fairly calm affair, and the playing gives the impression of three cobras cautiously circling each other before deciding when to strike. At exactly the 7:22 mark, Mike Forbes charges in with notes so white hot and nuclear blast powerful that they practically blot out most other highlights in an entire year of DFW music. They are so fucking enraged and chaotic that they simply dwarf any kind of guitar noise from a pillar of amplifiers and all of the expensive distortion effects money can buy. I found it hard to believe this music was coming off a CDR. The following seconds in which the trio sort of just plinks, plunks, and taps together in an improvised meltdown is the work of three silent giants of local music. Why the fuck isn't this trio on the cover of Texas Monthly? Oh, well.

The Stefan Gonzalez solo where Forbes respectfully takes a step back before stuttering little shrieks off of the ends of every other roll is the kind of playing that makes you uncomfortable. The tension almost chokes the listener, and speaking of a different kind of choking, I actually almost welled up and lost a tear when I saw Forbes and Young play in the fucking basement of J & J's. Not exactly a place I expect to hear playing so beautiful that it's an almost emotional experience. Young's playing is not to be overlooked either-- he is as uniquely experimental as he is classically talented, and the ease with which he switches from bow to fingers is completely fluid and effortless.

It is a shame and a great loss to local music that Forbes and Young have since moved to Chicago in the time between the recording and this review. Chicago has a historically sympathetic music scene to Free Jazz players of this sort, and the one advantage of Forbes and Young's departure is saved for the musicians (rock and jazz alike) that are spared the chore of having to follow them.

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Discography

Violent Squid - Self Titled
track listing:

1. Santa Claus, The Man On The Moon, Kraft Cheese, & Jesus
2. Be Young And Shut Up
3. Robitussen Popsicle
4. Butterscotch Saturday
5. Filtering The Night
6. Xander
7. The Violin Fluttered Down Stream To Greet Me & That Heroin Says "hello"
8. Just Young
9. ...
10. ...
11. ...
12. ...
13. Motown
14. Sassy Mink

Violent Squid & Mike Forbes/Andrew Young/Stefan Gonzalez Trio - SPLIT LP
track listing:

1. The Show Me State Of Misery
2. Forbes
3. Hereafter, Squid Attacked!
4. Clowns Are Symphonic
5. Biting Dog
6. ChurchOLDCOfLDCOLostDCOLDreams
7. The Spirits Of Jagoe
8. Mike Forbes/Andrew Young/Stefan Gonzalez - Event I

Violent Squid - 3
track listing:

1. Love And Clothing Part I
2. Love And Clothing Part II
3. Love And Clothing Part III
4. Lady
5. Pink Crimson King Floyd

Violent Squid - IV
track listing

1. American Planes
2. Let It Snow
3. Interstate Artificial Intelligence
4. A Song With The Word Train In It
5. Carrot Six Shooter
6. Stuck In A Bangkok Prism
7. Untitled
8. Fur Bent
9. The Musical Speed Of Breathing Rainbows

Violent Squid - TREES
track listing:

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
7.

Violent Squid - 666
track listing:

1. Our6rb6r6s
2. Last Second Dialogue All Twenty-Five
3. Floral Cents You Left Me
4. Unloading Rocks Out Of My Shoe
5. Slowing Down The Glue
6. SwaYaw
7. As Ice
8. Shopping For A Wig
9. People Named Denis Often Become Dentists
10. Missouri Skeptics

Violent Squid - 777
track listing:

1. Twists. Turns. Sweating. Remembering Teeth Falling Under Our Pillows For Dollar Bills and Coins, Layered Like A Canyon, That Purchased This Beautiful Future.
2. Silk Streams Of Loathing Chocolate Floaters

Violent Squid - Band From Denton Vol. 1
track listing:

1. First Crime First Time
2. Untitled
3. Furchtbar Faze
4. Content Approaching Infinity
5. None
6. None
7. None
8. None
9. None

Violent Squid - Band From Denton Vol. 2
track listing:

1. Goodnight Trail
2. First Crime Second Time
3. None
4. Montauk Entourage
5. Gun To Satan's Head. Turn Your Body. Cover Song.

Violent Squid - Rock N Roll Is For Pussies!
track listing:

1. None
2. None
3. None

Violent Squid - Pieces Of Anthology
track listing:

1. 3.7.08 - Congress Denton Texas Part One
2. 3.7.08 - Congress Denton Texas Part Two
3. 1.27.08 - Lakey Denton Texas Part One

Violent Squid - Stolen Material (coming soon)

Violent Squid - Yellow City (coming soon)

all releases only available at Strawberry Fields (2310 W Oak St) & Recycled Books (200 N Locust St) in Denton, Texas

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There's Something For Everybody.
Current mood: cold
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Fidget these toenail filters lettering out the painful remorse with rusted screws found inside some chalice-able giggles between loosening a hand that nausea will always have blessed. winners are losers and the prize is holding hands with a married couple leaking naked in-between the cracks protected by ants carrying pieces of anthology to their leader who will undoubtedly erect make-believe guitar strings and strum them stout and aloud full of pure speech and standing and foreshadowing about a muse a lot of which we know little about but credit the words. For he is the last junkie to believe in the loss we all felt when looking through clear plastic walls at all the other people whom slowly had their way of turning into puppies and toy trains and holiday snowflake games. twists and turns. sweating. Remembering teeth falling under our pillows for dollar bills and coins layered like a canyon that purchased this beautiful future. i won't forget, waking to the silence of a mouse loosening the trap beneath our feet. whispering in our ears those songs we sing even when we're asleep like cat calls made to the ghosts you're convinced are there and can hear you if you are sure to point the conversation at them directly. nothing can stop that on going silence that exists between two points of something or the darkness that night ensures to bring despite our efforts to see everything before morning. yes! that happy evening before sunrise...Before the silent majority wakes and begins to take hold of all the dreams you worked all night to build as light shines down from the horizon. sightless smiles destroyed, by pathways and directives, phone calls and your personal collections. pray for fog. listen for lists of cancellations so the lucidity of life may remain. in a fountain or a dance with ocean water shouting. "I Made This!" A truth so real that to say it about life is becoming uncomfortable to express with joy. reality is looking down at lost keys and wet jeans. Keeping ears burned out of the complete misery-scene. Touching the tales of a bearded ghost, expressing his humanity that lasted only a few years before the ending happened again and he said, "geronimo." I understand it as the only way to really see which way things are going to go. Just don't look down and it all flies by real nicely. But this really isn't the idea. It's coming later. Although always available in a holiday song sang lightly on a restaurant's soft piano keys that hold the door open all night for the silhouettes whom eventually find themselves within hearts of windowless regrets. I've done half of half. I realize that. My mind is half of a laugh. I'm not constructing sentences, just listening to the reminiscences of thoughts that come and go. Making sure to keep at least one end open. I'm always looking for that. I'm not thinking about the loses I guess and last time endings and people that tell me other things. I just want what to know and little ideas that will always be taken on the go. I just forget sometimes and gotta remember to tell anyone coming up the same way that "you're on vacation," and I'll remember to do the same. Being there when the old revolution song sings again down into this furnace and is stuttering low as the painters one by one are moving in the night aeroplanes east. and the musicians one by one are throwing so-long parties hitching rides west. and a city steps in as a finisher to tell anyone still trying that sadly none of us were strong, we were just letting the wine take us home, but something still says to listen for the building to lump an-ok-focused mumble to anyone passing by because we're letting things slip away blocks at a time. the damage of just listening to the tune could be flying by right now in some blue streaked type of aeroplane parachute entanglement-personality that is oh so very helplessly looking up to you and always for you. so in this glorifying moral moment you display pure liberty, a weapon, and cut yourself free to save the position of consistency for a slow decline in your preposition misuse and carelessness on this particular jump. but all in all and every reason that absolutely should be included for a proper ending. it really was just a dream in which you moaned & mumbled little rounded lumps for help at the person next to you who felt strictly overwhelmed by perfect voyeuristic curiosity. legally practiced of course, since a memory of such things, even dreams, are most likely to be like the words in the tunes you never listened to. it's just best to continue on with what is presently dragging off softly down into that picture-show themed television movie scene. Because who really cares unless you can lose something every third time you turn around looking for that special kind of ambition collected from your silly clean up practices. And who cares about the conversation turning out to be the easiest and most agreeable way of continuing on another night to the end without noticing what is really experiencing us all. No one cares if you're the all alone mistreated brother of empathy. Because everyone else gets the irony and speaks freely of the anyway preferences we're leaving up to interpretations not that far away from taking a lifetime to assimilate. It's all I can do right now saying, "I know exactly what you mean, man." being yourself. messpeel. relive your fantasy. cowward. meaning a are in peop[e not wqrds. i love your. that's i what belive. you. respance you sowward bi-suck. i love honesty. rock and rolll. that's reall. frineds are actuallyit. i'm. that is all i can spellcommunicatecorrectly. from an ineffable. i could never stop. ____.

I know! It has me pushed up against every clean door in town with all the shadow clamped hands I've got. pleasing their nightmares with the moving nauseated twirling recorded demographic muse of us all, available with just one step, directed. being spun out and onto those hospital beds. Charged some fixed rate for being born. not ever wishing for something the others can believe in ever again. like the plumbers that fix our sinks, charities and safety teams. Their stories are witnessed through spinning visions and the musical speed of breathing rainbows, it means that keeping this illusion is absolutely useful without the typical biting dog. Toothless eyelids washing down Aleve with the chunks of gold we're still hiding for the day they let us start hustling promises again. we've learned to never get caught gnawing on the diamond bars, unless these teeth are sharp enough to tear the whole slaughterhouse back into the fields. One big x-ray philosophy. One aspiration to look at the column for answers, but there's really only a breath left for the scrubs of elasticity and signaled cards to beep in the rotary stars. Is the flight worthy of the electricity or the dig worth the digital memory? Don't go anywhere. We've been through these motions of sharing electrons and becoming combinations to dissociate so other compound things may become incurable ever since that huge explosion in the universe that makes us look at our dirty fingernails years before we remember putting up on the wall. Standing alone on junctions that hold it together and if the onslaughts are strong enough vision will yield another junction. The constant consequences to which the juncture survives in a deepened riddle exposed. Labeled now, the four types, and the boxes rationalized. being is now challengable, handicapped and set up. Goodbye natural force. But do remain here "indestructible". Screaming for the glory of a neck-tie. Reincarnated little pieces of paper, bent into the bottom of a pocket. Smashed up against the stronger currents making anything stable and motionless smoother and impossible to hold. Deep blue sunshine, holding everything below breathing level out of focus. The sad neon text reads:

"The left gestures of Mr. Goyen's middle arm splayed attention to each nipple at its sides. One at a time. Alternating between the two as the other grew jealous.

The other two arms remained benevolent with no knowledge of any such events happening. Just another day for nose picking, ball-rub-shaft-jerk popping, or just for plain holding on.

What was known of middle holdings was seldom spoken about between the two sides. Since all things left out such as lentil-words and poke-a-dot birds is hardly discussed about in swimming pool reading circles.

Another span goes by the face of Goyen's donated eye balls and orbits a ham sandwich held by the right and returns again next season for more lashings from a naked tap dancing granola bar. The middle holding all the while hangs consistent tingling its twinkle of nipple twists. Keeping all movements restrained, never once wavering from any departure in malevolent activities that would wager an elbow outside the right or left.

Once though in a confused fray the left arm noticed the middle holding for the first time in need, caught between suffering green-eyed nipples and offered to help. The middle holding at first nodded off such offers to silk streams of loathing chocolate floaters, but eventually complied out of confusion for a better solution.

Now each nipple satisfied with arms the middle tended to the right and the left tended to the left. And the right hung twiddling about and working on magic pickings of both nostrils, octopus ejaculations, and strong one handed hand shake grips only a farmer whistles about on days between getting up and falling over.

But the span came back by and began its tube around the ham sandwich but between a fist of granola and back the span ran smack into the left and knocked it off into the middle holding and off the nipples.

The nipples angry spewed milk all over the span and across the sky and refused the middle holding any more purposeful polishes. Releasing Mr. Goyen's middle arm to believe in better filling cabinets that came with key locks and larger compositions for better listening. Relieving the left to continue on with its previous activities.

Though now the right had been doing more stain wiping and spread creases revolving the right into the being which is used to and able to handle both of anything. Leaving lefty to grow weak and thus explaining why a majority of people are right handed."

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