Black Moth Super Rainbow - Born On A Day The Sun Didn't Rise from memphis industries on Vimeo.

-1st single from Eating Us-

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Lyrics to Grass Skirt Fruit Hat :DOSEONETHEMSELVES
i've been here, sat between railings with god named celeste for, look adam to establish yourself won't really burn off that fat or we'll call it fat, that runs you near, archetypes that have been tested and failed continully tested and failed, god named celeste has always akin to catch stones at dead clock, fortunetly she's beautiful in the corners of her eyes and happy visible, she blinks while ruffage falls from my skirt, my skirt ruffage falls from my skirt,
dripping with face lost i've the frozen meats and convention center specs to build a mirrored phallus right here, 10 miles high, for everyone to imitate, but the drawings in the dust are filling up with dust again, and i've just spent that 100 dollars friends, help though, hook line and sinker, if i could cry and hug my cat all night i'll still be empty, or putting change in the meter for and entire block of people i know from bumps on a log, kite flying and chicken choking and running in place, i'm stuffing mixed messages in bottles and dropping them in gutters and when someone gets it they'll be right where i was, and maybe that'll help, so one day when the snake sucks it's tail, i'll find a pot of gold and tons of letters left for me in a matchbox and that would be idle like grown men in tights, with fists, capes and eyebeams, I-beams, i've been here, sat between poles with god name sid for, look adam to reanimate yourself won't really lop off that foot or we'll call it foot that carries you off mezzanines that burst into situated right as you left situated, tsk tsk god named sid has waited a long long time to say "i told you so" so consequentially he's eaten by a bear and happy unfortunate goodbye he thinks as a tangelo falls from my hat, shush i say to the drones of potato people whistling my social security number, some mail man to be named later must not be doing his job, i'm thinking of when that nuclear thing happens and i'm the only one left a ruin that doesn't look like the movies, it was made before, between 7 breakfast, 12 lunch 6:30 dinner, if i don't stack all these bones now and these feathers right after that i'll pretend i'm sleeping and let them talk to my listening, listening, tounges and forks and noseplugs and problems are gears and i'm lamenting over those two edges coming together in the blood blister i got out of it all,
if i could be any animal which would i be? the human soul because there's almost no halflife,
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital it don't stop
it's negligable and covered in pus with marrige on top, from globs to shoulder width to back to the hospital it don't stop
until the socially acceptable thing to do is be real... 

I am not a tool, I swear

Pretty sweet lil online synth found with Max earlier. 

TWOTHOUSANDANDGRIND

Scuttle Snails from Chase Rees on Vimeo.

Ghana In Fog from Paul Octavious on Vimeo.

SUMMER 2 SHORT

THINGS TALKED ABOUT

ITS TOON TIME

iFALAFEL

CHILLEBRATE

travels perpetuate discomfort, and therefore comfort with discomfort
im passive enough to know that it is easier to just go alone than to
actually try and make change where change isnt needed, thats just selfish.
we need another instant truck stop post office card to explain
in the mean time ill share with you this.

geezer

ALL MY LOVE AND LUCK ON THE RIVER EUPHRATES

Backwards, my hat was being worn backwards, a tall dude, with cowboy boots and weathered hands; wearing my hat backwards, waiting in line at the post office, carrying his mothers ashes in a purple urn, the drawl of his breath smelled of the now perpetual past that only his social adieu could justify. I felt his long hair under my hat. How in the world had he found my hat. I anticipated the the viscosity of the plot soon to unfold before me, he pensively walked up to my window. I didn't have to wait long to break the ice about this hat that somehow, he had acquired. The last time I had seen this hat, the girl, Flower, had taken it, with my heart no less. The urn that the tall dude held, was being sent to detroit, which made the ice breaking easy.It was a Detroit Pistons hat. I wanted it back, my mom bought me that! So I asked him - he was Flower's fiance- he gave me back my hat. He told me that he was going to marry flower in the spring they were gonna have a ceremony at the center of a labyrinth on the coast, he invited me, I probably wouldn't be able to make it, no matter how wonderful it sounded, could be, rain or shine, i was a postal worker, and he made me feel civilized. Hella casual. I told him thank you, and he left.