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1.
Hi-C. 05:02
Amazingly calm, I slip out of a skin. Maybe not by the hair on my chin, but at least by the skin of my teeth. I blow like the wind. I float like a leaf. Under a skeleton grin, I look into the water and - once again I release and I slowly descend into darkness. The fungus born on the park bench glows. And tickles your nose. And drips from the drywall into your eyeball. Onto your clothes and your pillowcases and your sheets and - murmurs to your heart as it beats "You're an ocean of blood swimming out in an ocean of gas." Dropping in through a hole in the sky. Looking up from the foot of a hydrogen blast. God can't help you now. (Trying hard God can't help you now. to remember God can't help you now. what's going on.) How does it feel to believe, my beloved? And love it even as you hover above it? And leave it as something to covet until by the strength of your will you give in and shove it in your face? For a taste. CMB from the depths of space and dust particles in the attic are like anything: enveloped in the static. And the thoughts in my head are erratic. If I gave it to you would you break it? Or keep it safe? With the key on the dresser as I lay to rest in a body that's naked. Dirty and sacred. Wicked and lovely. Dust of the heavens above me. As the memory of me shines. God can't help you now. (Trying hard God can't help you now. to remember God can't help you now. what's going on.) Amazingly well, I slip out of my head. Stepping over a body as dead as the nail sticking out the door. I'm hovering over the floor. I'm hovering over the floor.
2.
I'm raising my arms. Higher now than before. It's because I'm a star that can soar through the heavens and light up the sky. I spread out my wings and prepare to fly. As I'm engaging my core I look into a fire. Open the door of a path in my lungs from the floor to an airway. Unsure, the ascent of a stairway calls with crumbling walls. With shimmering twilight, seen through a skylight, dim with the fall of what seems are impossible things. When night swallows the planet it sings and my room is lit up. Lighter still with my strings in the air. Cuz it's destiny; everyone knows - as the rest of my glimmers and glows in its glare. Where we will end, nothing has yet to show us. But everyone knows what's going on. What would it take to be loving and living and living with all the love that's given and leave all the drivel I've driven in droves from the coves at the mouth of the mountain risen in my heart? For a start, rocks erode. All the oceans part for me and my stoic facade. Now in everything, I encounter a god. And my body's as wet as a cod as I crawl on the sands of the beaches with every limb in a skin that's as naked and soft and as fuzzy as that of a peach's. Wondrous creatures drop from the branches, separating, trading glances. As everything dances in outer space. In everything, too numerous to number. Awake or asleep with curtains drawn. I'm trying really hard to remember. I'm raising myself up and out of my bed. Into a pool of purple orange red as a shadow grows in my room, playing with the light like an inflating balloon. I try to remember my dreams, which is sometimes trickier than it seems, no matter whatever they are. But it's fun, even when it's hard. Our life moves in spirals. Up and down, the dial flows into the current. Flows into the sea. Bodies gently swaying, floating on and on forever. Now and forever. More. Forever more. Forever more. Forever more.
3.
I'm brushed by a mare. In here, over there. It's sucking on the thin air, swallowing the glow of opening eyes. As purplish skies become embedded in the sunrise, stuck in the window. As I open again. Make way as I open again. Solar panels absorbing the rays. The black plastic is a cover that lays on this warm meat. I really wanna kiss the asphalt. My fingertips, dancing sunny-side up on the warm street. What am I what am I what am I. White limousine galloping away from a long night. Spilled milk, tumbling again. And the circle keeps spiraling deep. Deep into the dark. What am I? What am I? What am I?
4.
'Tis early and beautifully opening all anew to me. It's such a familiar skin, but I know it's not what it used to be. Gee. You're cute. All wrapped up in a human suit, like - "Listen everybody, I'm a lil late but I'm still coming to the party, hold tight -" as I hold my breath. In the dream of a dying planet. Wandering around. New day in a brand new town. There's garbage on the ground. A fetus on the floor. So who were you before? Steal a kiss cigarette "Just use your fingers. See? It's pretty wet." Where was I? "Who were you?" I forget - it was so dark when we met. Strolling through an open door. It's black as the dead of night. And if no one cares to spare a light then what's the window open for? I head out to take a smoke and - goddammit my lighter's broke. And I'm spinning out of gear. But you whisper in my ear, and say, "Baby I'ma teach you how to spin. Simply make a circular motion and fade away 'til you're scared and still here." Take it slow. Ring around my head like a halo. Take it slow. Ring around my head like a halo. Take it slow. Ring around my head like a halo. Take it slow. Ring around my head like a halo. Misanthrope. No I can't. Cantaloupe. One can pray. One can hope for a day where I say I do. Mister Mark. How you glow in the dark as you grow on a park bench, sun-drenched night below. All is right with the world.
5.
this is hell
6.
"Olly olly." 05:13
The murmur of a starling stain on the force majeure of a windy plain encompasses an empty train on it's way to [INSERT HERE]. I suppose it must be an appointment. If it's a disappointment, make it just disappear. The shimmer of a star ingrained in the lost allure of the open plane accompanies a passing train on it's way to god knows where or - What's living on my window? In the prism of a rainbow made of dust and gossamer. And lately, overworking my fingers. The tremor in the open plane, like a gust of wind through a weather vane rings false. Because there's nothing there. I pull it out of rail-thin air completely. While forgetting to breathe. My heart beats out of reach of my sleeve. Everybody's hiding place. Olly olly oxenfree. Everybody's smiling face. And me. Staring out a window from the prison of a shadow made of silk and fantasy. And lately, overworking my fingers. I don't want a hiding place. I just wanna fly in space. Ollyaholyhollyallyaholyaholyahah. Olly olly oxenfree.
7.
Through the windows there's a nice breeze, as the wind blows through the birch trees. Sucking on your ten toes. Licking on your knees. Swallowing your clothes. But please bring a raincoat. For the morning sun is chilling in the same boat as the roaring thunderclouds. As we open like a pocket knife, so we soak in all the wildlife that grows. Everywhere the wind blows. Through the windows, there's a slight haze as the air flows through the airways. And my ten toes, on the grass graze. As the wind blows the daze of awareness like an open wound struggling to share this hot air balloon. As we open to embrace the sky, so we soak in the bird and the fly that glows. Everywhere the wind blows.
8.
I have new eyes. But you? You have no ears to hear me say, "I felt your presence at the corner store." Today, I bought some ice cream as a present for myself. To push the ennui out my way. Nothingness is ok. Cuz every eyeball can see through drywall if there's a peephole. So many people live out their days in disguise. And hover several inches off the ground; above the awesome sound of snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Blueberry pies. And though you have nowhere to shove them in, I fill the freezer at the bakery. Again. Am I in crisis? And hiding from myself a vinegar tonic and gin. Behind a toothy grin. Cuz with my eyes closed I still see spirals. And endless halos all off their payrolls. Spending their days on demise, and digging tunnels deep into the ground. Below the awesome sound of snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Don't be surprised if one day you lose something you've found within the awesome sound of snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head. Snap snap crackle poppin in the head.
9.
Oh the heavens, you're such a tease. But you come on strong. As the branches of the twisted trees, so the night is long. And surrounds me. Swallowing whole my fear. Oh my heavens, you're such a gas. Am I right or wrong? Like a present from the distant past in the form of song all around me, healing my soul. I feel all right with the world.
10.
I'm trying really hard to remember how I lost your number. How I lost your name. I find it really hard to explain. In late September, when I lost my summer, nobody would take the blame. I find it really hard to retain the birch trees. And the willows. And the waxwings through the windows. The reflections balance on the windowsill, where you don't. Where are you? (In the morning Where are you? where I lay? Where are you? Evidently you have gone away.) Where are you? (In the evening Where are you? where I pray? Where are you?) Evidently nothing's here to stay, but I'm trying really hard to remember how I got this numb. And nothing but the bones remain. I'm trying really hard to explain. In late September, my endless summer ended with the bedsheets stained. And everything I knew became a duckling out of water. And the dead thing on the shoulder of the highway reaching into endless night, where you don't. Where are you? (In the morning Where are you? where I lay? Where are you? Evidently you have gone away.) Where are you? In the evening Where are you where I pray? Where are you? Evidently nothing's here to stay.) (We've all seen the way the ashes rise. But out bodies have yet to realize. Despite all our desperate pleas and cries, we all know that everything dies.) Where are you? (In the morning Where are you? where I lay? Where are you? Evidently you have gone away.) Where are you? In the evening Where are you where I pray? Where are you? Evidently nothing's here to stay.) So much for my endless summer. So much for my endless summer. So much for my endless summer. So much for my end.
11.
calf in quiet cold wombless aches in bones & blood frozen meets the morn . art in making fire moods like air vents open / close alchemy breathing . piglets squeal surreal corn meal mud poop - goop rampage new life carries pain

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"Remember," she said, "who you really are." - Emmanuella Moore, "The Mayan Queen" (Clear Sky Press, 1991)

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released December 3, 2019

"SM" by Coin locker kid.

Designed and edited by Maebelle Lockheart.

Written and produced by Devyn Smith.

Cover art by Mandy Monroe.

Starring:
Natasha McCurley
Mandy Monroe
Simon Rose
Devyn Smith

Track 11 written and performed by Skylight Child.

Tracks 6-9 donated from The Owl in Daylight VR Archives (public).

Galuschka appears courtesy of Oscilloskope Records.

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