January 2012
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♫ G∞gle - b∞m
♫ G∞gle - b∞m
The bloodshot lines suffused across my slcera like ink-stained crimson constellations. My hands, concaved and wrought with crippling disorder, would shrink back into themselves - curling, folding, gnarled. I could foresee catastorphe in your cloudy irises and in your mouth that contorted sardonically. Cacophonous buzzing overpowered my senses - rising and swelling - while I...
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♫ Drippin' - Worlds Apart
♫ Drippin - Worlds Apart No longer could we keep the monsters at bay - those terrible, terrific titans that kept our livelihood on hold. As we would struggle to come to terms with our reality, we no longer felt the need to deny. Taking up arms, we would peruse the walls until we felt secure in our fortress. Our eyes would remain wide open while others would sleep, shrouded in fear. Unable to...
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RIP Etta James (Jan 25, 1938 - Jan 20, 2012)
I remember feeling completely enamored at the sound of heartbreak and pain in your voice. The way you would command attention when you, so insistent, sung out for love, affection, and for faithfulness - would send shivers down my spine. On those sad, lonely nights when I stood at the road of indecision, your voice would comfort me. And when your heart would nearly explode with tumultuous emotion,...
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♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
♫ The Weeknd - Rolling Stone (Owls Refix)
This “refix”, from Cardiff’s Owls, doesn’t stray too far away from the original, yet creates a whole new solemn atmosphere courtesy of dragged out vocals. Drenched in echo and often running parallel to pitch shifted vocals, it serves as an ode to abandonment and an urge for change. Gorgeous. Sndcld
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♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast
♫ Dark Mother - Glass Cast Fatigued yet obsessed with this metamorphosis - fixated on unsolicited transformations. Bones brittle - muscles limp and slack - flesh unfettered and fragmenting. Fingers shoved inside flaps of skin, forcibly working my buccinator - commanding assisted self mastication - partaking in the my very core. Consuming my own flesh to rid myself of the violent invaders; the...
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♫ Polozov - Violet
♫ Polozov - Violet
Weary from travel, I head to the closest inn. Granted a stay, I begin to settle down for a much needed rest. As I close my eyes, I begin to hear murmurings in the room adjacent to mine. Curious, I peer into the darkness only to hear conversations escalate into cacophonous screams. Stepping out into the hallway, I notice I could not see my footing before. My hands grasped at...
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♫ DJ Deathray - Lick
♫ DJ Deathray - Lick
As I strive to maintain the last grasp of breath, I can envision all the imperfections in my skeleton. I would gnaw and gnash my teeth against my tattered and torn lips as the pain became too much to bare. Scintillating and adorned in crimson, I crawled and writhed upon the warm, wet floor. My hands, absent of fingernails, shook uncontrollably as agony coursed through...
♫ Several Symptoms - Stylist
♫ Several Symptoms - Stylist
Pained by the constant tormenting, the taunting of my mental state, I yearned for companionship and understanding. Seeking solace in the cloaked, spiritual figure I was taught to confide in, I delved deep in the passages, the chants, the rituals performed in secret and isolation. My nostrils would fill with musky incense as I breathed steadily among the walls...
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♫ mmmMOSESsss - cold fresh air
♫ mmmMOSESsss - cold fresh air As you strive to remain grounded, I became fixated on escaping your suffocating, asphyxiating hands. My body, bruised and split, glowed with blemishes - colored in purplish hues of anger and determination. Settling in altostratusically, I became annoyed with the sudden split in my skin. Picking and pawing, I would gnaw upon my dry, unforgiving flesh until every inch...
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♫ Cryst▲llized - Yatta
♫ Cryst▲llized - Yatta We don’t acknowledge ourselves as frail and fragile beings -our skins taut like wet paper. Once shining and triumphant, we have now been reduced to shaking, feeble creatures of detestable habit. Legs refusing to move, eyes refusing to see, lungs refusing to breathe - we beg and coax our systems to function in vain. As we sputter and wheeze our breathless prayers -...