Discordance Axis - Jouhou (1997)

Cat scans inside, conducted, without soul, or are you
Deep inside, piece of you, fragmentation, variant
Sunbaked you, fossil soul, counts misfortune, one minute old
After you've, hacked your way in, you can show, yourself.
The fucking way out.

Information jet lag
Kills me on a dime
Riding mice
Into a brave new world. Открыть страницу с текстом

Depleted uranium in chrome and snow
The cutting edge is bleeding

Concertina like clipper chips
Trash your soul till it's no more

Thrown by arthritis appended with obsolescence
Just don't fall down the rabbit hole to hell
Another crack in the cataracts
So brilliantly dull
It's just a white out Открыть страницу с текстом

I skip lithium from the nape of a glass
As is standard operating procedure

Aether scalpel

Gaslight powers vision as clackers count
Atom-ic minutes
Championing the cluastrolodex
Shredding teeth like documents

Authored by circuits between the churning threads
Air grows thin
And the band plays on with

Three blind mice (x4)

Ice-driver rivets
Hack network dolls
Into scaffolds Открыть страницу с текстом

Eyeless turrets survey
Picture perfect soot post cards
Flat silvers, dull panes
Anti-personnel impersonal
Do paper targets
Get a premonition
Up and down
Escher's chutes and ladders?

Clay pigeons on hangars
Track left and down, zoom the finder
Every inch fortified
By its aperture

How long spent against the grain
Before concrete soul gives way
In concerted surrender we play dead but never really die Открыть страницу с текстом

Scuffed displays, care take artifacts
Of dandelion seed and bone
Condensations forms on a metal skin
A piece of something, in a mercurochrome

Melting ice cubes at room temperature
A finite suffering prolonged
The desiccated sperm of Prometheus
Some ashes for you to dine on.

Anxiously
Disseminated
Into the middle
Of nowhere
Ashtray
Bound. Открыть страницу с текстом

I recall tomorrow presently, corpse to corpse
Like cut out paper knitted close tied dead souls
Chain smoking number crunchers, one step forward two steps back

I've grown fluent in a language
Whose literacy is classified.
Death glossed over into joint Открыть страницу с текстом

Paper covers rock
Rock blunts stone
Paper covers rock
Paper covers rock
Paper cuts rock
Trading paper cuts

Tattooed design
Name fucking
Dearly ordained
Gouged out behind

But am I
Privy to your
Anemic antipathy
Vacuum ready

Paper covers rock
Paper covers rock
Paper covers rock
Paper cuts rock
Paper cuts scissors
Rock blunts stone

A legible price quote the only death certificate
Throat slit silent, spin the wheel of misfortune

Carcass lottery one room four walls
When displacement takes you out, on the killing floor. Открыть страницу с текстом

Engineer the archetype of forgery
With insistent protocols that won't take no
Technical support is complimentary
In suicide parlors where channel surfing is vogue

Admire the diorama of a sweetened death
From behind a blindfold, a smile fixed in nails
Borrow emptiness and make it yours
But dot the i's and cross the t's
Scoring the wings of angels to feather and bone
With scotch tape and paper clippings
Mind gets recycled backwards
Through the navigational delusion
Until this trojan hearse
It terminates...its thread. Открыть страницу с текстом

Information gophers set in sightless task
To doctor my history and bug my dreams
Carefully placing the wire tap
So I'm at my peak when I'm on my knees

Fanatically crank out a record as a witness for you
Just you and every word, my guess is this, I am a worm

Damage style

Asthmatic threshold
Is the spearhead against my second wind
Merry go nowhere routine
It's all...end Открыть страницу с текстом

Information certainly detained
Paranoia near omniscient
Updated files accessorize
Flow my tears, the policeman said.

Flow my tears
Along the platform track, narrow blind line
Hostage management a formula, for a new kind of lifeless life

Assimilation seen through
To an incomplete, a prototype, rote.
Infocentric time line driven
Ready? Die. Открыть страницу с текстом

Reassure my, security obsession
Beneath column headers and appraisals
Pages and pages to define
The eclipse of averages
Intently grinding in a circle
Piece by...piece
There's no joy on the nail head
When the hammer hits.

Dutifully hand over
Or regularly confiscated
A hit forfeited for a delusion
Or extra paranoia insecurity Открыть страницу с текстом

A triage of thought
Stripped down to syllables
Each character, each letter
Every word

Cataracts, in a doll's eyes
Silhouettes, that destroy themselves

Equally stalemated
In the opposite direction
And to this tower of babble
I pay homage
To rape the senses

I fall short
Into emulsion scratched
Have a good look now (bats)
Because both sides match Открыть страницу с текстом

Going back forth at the indelible pace of erasure, stifled and filed human staple
Paper weights
Chambered
Into everything at once, now
Well all chime in like metronomes, fluent in scale, submerged in mercurochrome, dribbling air
Double
Lie
Identity
Squared.
Blind deafen deaden, a new retreat syndrome, that acknowledges compression, with a nod its head
But
Presses
Backwards
Just the same
Statistical chains are fitted with teeth, in a harping audit that never will end
To calculate
The value
Of life's net worth.
Ambient claustrophobia hangs like a drop of ink in the air beneath dead halogens
Bound to expire. Открыть страницу с текстом

Plain clothes
Duck decoys
Continue steady
Observation
Rapt in the expansion
Of an impregnable circle

Imminent circle

Canceled eyes scan
For like minded divorce
A dance with the damned with carpal tunnel syndrome
My binary self-portrait operates like a traffic jam
With obsessive resolution...pressing on.

Damned.
Step up foresighted blindness to a Panopticism
Player piano spits out Pollyana noise
Rehearsing for the death...of Gilgamesh.

Growing out of patterns of ruin and grey into a knot that resolves itself
But lifeless to your touch, I am content to distribute torque. Открыть страницу с текстом

I hear the
Water
Backfire

Drawn to the clouds

Violently dilapidated ozone
Can't hold ultraviolet from the sun back
In anticipation of a dead half life
Chlorine deep inside of me
This pale outcropping of water
Sounds a death rattle for us all
PCBs

For everything a last time. Открыть страницу с текстом

This broken arrow points to nowhere
Close ended, clusterfucked and emotionally plowshared
Glove compartments and paper clipped files
Conjugated heart can't even sigh.

Tapping catheter in rolling black out grids
Survey the blood, a labor of old
To what end do you pyramid?

Another entry in the phone book
With paperwork always a given
Every form filled out in triplicate squared
Intense pacing of attrition

Inside out
Of a digitally retouched identity

A choppy ending
With synch sound rekeyed
Foreshortened autonomy
I reciprocate beat. Открыть страницу с текстом

Reincarnation, is a dead refrain
So this what it's like to be a butterfly
Reborn
Dead.

Is this the gift of fire?
Or the making of a perfect diamond
Digital climber plummets
In a canceled dive.

Like a flower petal in autumn I'm brittle to the touch disintegrating the pieces swim.

Intelligent toasters, troubleshoot through caffeine
Backwards engineering a death span, without dreams.

Invisible shadows slip into mirrors through ceilings and out into floors. Открыть страницу с текстом

In the pilot tunnel
Arranged printers blocks
Slowly deranged
Contours twice removed
Amputated from myself
Asbestos head rush
Flushes memory
Registration marks
(Of) memory.
People fonts
Social
Typeface
Template
Armageddon
Scaled to one.

Disposal protocols for a human typo
In a library operating backwards. Открыть страницу с текстом

Alienation washes over me, downloading world apartment horror
Wheezing through tea stained lungs comes a voice piped in from a vacuum

A tiled grove of telephone wires, rabbit ears and power lines
Insinuated in the residential disintegration that assassinates the sky

And now my being is networked
To be shared among us all.
And my world falls back into place
Or do I fall back into place
In my world. Открыть страницу с текстом