↑ Глеб Восток. Мы оставляем наши сладкие ягоды.: 1972. Неизвестный медиа.
Художественная галерея "Нервная лошадь", Советская дивизия, Байконур.
We Are Gathered Here Today
Another year has come to pass, and as surely as the Sun keeps revolving around the Earth so the steadfast devotees of Nervous Horse persist on conjuring up new works of art to be sacrificed to the ever-devouring equine maw. Indeed there has seemed to emerge a certain perdurance — this current issue, when it comes to its form and essence, is much like the last one, while the long-awaited book is still in a similar state of potentiality and stagnation as it was a year ago. Hence it is only appropriate to brush these matters aside and instead turn our attention to more pressing concerns, such as the question of what one should do about a nose that has been clogged for three weeks straight so that air only passes through the left nostril. Anyone even vaguely familiar with the lateralization of brain functions will tell you that this sort of a condition can most convincingly be attributed to malicious agents seeking to neutralize the patient by withholding his or her right brain of oxygen. Let it be known that we have a pretty good hunch as to who or what the perpetrator might be and will spare no effort to bring them to judgment, and that we may also alleviate the symptoms enough to sleep at night by elevating our head with an extra pillow.
At times such as these it is important to remember that even though it may feel like everything is falling apart, that things are never going to get better and that all that is left is numbingly mild discomfort while waiting for the sweet release of death, the truth is that nothing lasts forever and luckily a number of home remedies does exist. You will need horseradish root, sea salt, apple cider vinegar, tomato juice and a towel. Place the ingredients in a sterile glass jar and add boiling water. Use your left index and middle fingers to apply pressure on the area around your third eye. Walk widdershins around the altar with your mouth closed for two to three minutes while remaining perfectly relaxed. Finally, facing east, blow your nose. Do this four times a day for perpetual effect. You may also add a few indoor plants to your living room to humidify the area.
Finger Lickin Good
Life is dirty. Life is gritty.
Too many people
Packed into this dying city.
-I saw a homeless man’s brains the other day on the corner
Smoked by a car, straight to the coroners
and an utter lack of mourners.-
The smell of KFC lingers
Now I think of homeless brains
everytime I lick my fingers.
Why does 11 secret herbs make my mouth water even more these days?
The next time I wake up will be my last booze and drug induced hangover for no reason. No drama. No craziness. Just mad reflection and a man finna do right by his contemporaries whether he’s a good example or not. I’m choosing this. I’ll surely fail at times but I’ll sleep well knowing I had more fun than any symmetrical mick should ever have.
Fuck your shit and mine too.
Fuck your steps and your trash higher power.
Fuck your judgement and opinions.
Fuck your evaluations and assessments.
Fuck anything that isn’t true will of those who love for no reason.
Somebody pinch me so I can sue you. It’s 2018.
What/whoever you say I’ll be
Without Any Consideration for Me and My Well-Being
I am a target
a heavenly child of a new era
an error within the universe.
I have no one to help me feel normal
all the serpents are marked
total war on the world is not going to happen
I will remain separate.
What will never be solved yet is provocativly prescent in the everyday scheme of things.
it is the nothingness of your conscionsness. the nothingness of your mind. the nothingness to cohesiveness.
Which brings us to the topic to resleove the nothing to something. where elese can that be snatched than from the dual presence of cloaks and daggers.
Enveloping and sharpening, holding in the roughness and jointedness of everyday pressures – which makes every soul hardned by its bare nakedness.
If you understand what your looking for
You will find it
It is contructed for those that knows it
They can use it
We got an old demography that can’t read it
lt can be done
Present it in a way, guide uss so that we are comfortable
The Dance to Y’all
Poem influenced by Hellraiser
The spectacle that is not yett clear
What arousing toxins is in the mist
From what flavour will the pattern reveal
It is the scent of promisses that cought you of guard
From terrible grapling hooks that would rip they skin
These Three Things
Stephen S. Vile
You look like a plastic table lamp when you look like that, baby;
There are seagulls right behind your back.
This moment, oh how I wish it was a drunken snail.
Light something by the piano so I can hear you.
I know the certains are probably drawn
but every day we must take the risk.
No balcony can hold weight like a very large swimming pool,
but these bugs have so many legs in total that they almost
make me wish
The Date & Time Are Not Required
is pretty damn
ugly if you really
look at them with eyes
From Uriel to Kahn
Whybof whoum can resist the cartoon way of life
When svirlpoola of images is flused down thee throut.
Organs spilling out of the scizzord bossums profiles
Which is the Arzachel way of saying welcome to the Shanty of space, aptly called Space Shanty @⁁&÷*(£.
I am, the banal baboon
I walk straight paths
I am, dorky doompap
I follow the shart sudden straight paths
I see only straight forward
I only becouse sideway glares
I see crowds dispear and disapear.
Rockers who progressed from primal thrash helped spread the word on speed and multi-dimensional heavy aural protest group. Canadian metal outfit that renowned for their use of video and artwork in their live shows.
Through to progressive metal, technically gifted Swedish and thrash metal in the early ’80s.
The jester is in the dome of hope
With stones wet by summer dusk rain
From each clown a grin of false teeth is seen.
From lying sons of horses, the yielding bastard goat.
For inside the dome hunt paranoya and suspision.
Someone is the mole and its not the hedgehog
One aint to miechevies as a cocou yet springs minds of magpies into the bathroom.
Paul Meunder is not affraid
From far of into the great mist Paul Meunder found new regained strength.
It came from a very deep conversation Jack Al an it could be extended.
If not for the abrupt scilent, as he was the last to answer the first.
Paul came to a conclusion to hold face and hold a straight path.
Paul Meunder will on saturday sell water. .
Like a Fish
She was like a fish:
in her own private pool.
But if she had drowned
the postman would have known.
Flames in the Dark Room
Metal clang, nighbouring welcome.
Very strange conversatiom, hostile take over.
To much to close, get on the distance of slime.
Invitation into slug party 009.
Something is out there to match Weinberg to trust
Let astray into the dark room in hunt of adroids.
There is nothing in here...Moses.
If the Abyss Is Already Open What Are We Waiting for
Dogon von Sirius
Intercept your thoughts
this is where the cycle ends
there will be no more gods
there will be no mercy this time
rip apart the mysteries and it’s like nothing ever happened
go and make a dramatic exit
you’ve deserved it.