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X AE A-12, what the hell,
promethean task to bear a name,
comprehensive eyes looking to the sky
reaching out out loud to overcome its ground.
Lovecraftian masks hiding something else aside,
an all-too-human form of life
corrupted core for a virtual beyond
as a xeno-martian above.
X AE A-12, look into my eyes
before you are not human anymore,
unearthly creatures from beyond,
post-human synthetic evermore.
The future is techno-capital,
singularity, space-time being undone
for your father’s worth
and your mother’s songs.
X AE A-12, cyberspace,
automated process of futurity
breaking down all anthropo-security
disintegrating all unity.
The future is techno-capital,
singularity, space-time being undone
for your father’s worth
and your mother’s songs.
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perverse assemblage
03:29
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I come around, set and ready go.
Look behind at what we’ve been going about,
neverending set of charades over what we already have
in a machine crunching us down,
perverse assemblage bleeding of collective hearts,
and I let out a sigh for all we’ve got
all we’ve got.
Looking for the outside
We are thinking out
ways we can survive
ways we can fight back
Violence erasing life,
of all that can survive,
right-wing masochistic death drive
suffocating accelerated cult.
Sacrificial lambs to slaughter,
all for merely just being.
Taking out fascist trash is what we are about,
nazi scalps counting down like setting a score
for all the things they want take from us,
including our lives beyond
a machine crunching us down,
perverse assemblage bleeding of collective hearts,
and I let out a sigh for all we’ve got
all we’ve got.
Taking out fascist trash is what we are about.
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Dissociate, become cryogenic,
Be undone by everything around you.
I may never, I may never see you again.
I may never, I may never see you again.
Kept in our pods until we emerge again,
Time and space collapse in unison.
I miss you
Inundated by virtual spheres of action,
A virus of viral synchromatics,
I may never, I may never see you again.
I may never, I may never see you again.
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night of the comet
04:48
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The comet took it all tonight,
nothing left behind, but I survived,
despite the given odds at hands
and I would do it, I would do it all again.
Apocalyptic candlelight,
hysterical asides of anachronistic times,
looking out for signs of life
like how we used to have.
But I am here along with you.
Surviving outside, sisters in arms
united at last by the whims of chance,
bad blood behind. You and I
have a claim to everything.
Never thought I'd miss his eyes,
his foolishness for which he threw it all away,
15 bucks he owes me now
and I will get my bank, I will get my bank.
But now it is all a distant past,
for all that we know cash ain't worth a damn,
the world is a deserted land
whose weight is on our hands.
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Tiny Desk Edmonton, Alberta
Tiny Desk is found in between fuzzy textures and cascading twinkly sounds. As the independent music project of interdisciplinary artist, Simone A. Medina Polo, Tiny Desk often depicts a vulnerable space, like gazes sinking deep into ceiling tiles in a quiet summer night captivated in a range from lo-fi distorted sounds to bedroom pop ballads. ... more
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