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"Non Objective Portrait Of Karma" from As the Roots Undo 2004

Circle Takes The Square on May 16, 2011 21:00


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From 2004 full length "As the Roots Undo"
Released by Robotic Empire and Hyperrealist
Recorded and mastered by Anthony Stubelek at Rockstudio in Brunswick GA

Ignorance is bliss no wise woman's failed to mentionand surely some koan suggests 'neglect leads to perfection'but the more I turn my face from the crowdthe more I feel my backs' increasingly compelledfor the sake of escape, to turn a knife on itself,a knife of relief, from all the petty insightand finally I'll sleep, I'll sleep through the night.Bored as fuck on this street of a face in a figure. surveying this language as a gamesurvielence of this language as the plague.the dimension of persistence condemns.This portrait of karma, crafted in accidenttext book seduction, minus the text in the language of ghostsand so we ran, like the wolves were biting,the inhibitions of their prey kept them from screaming"scratch my back and I will stab you in yours"so I chose to live this life alone, without the teeth marksbut I predict, I'll have to sink my fangs in someone else's heart to heal my own.Just a victim's split, one part for the wolves, one part for you.but I'll grow weary soon, weary of this fractal code,wary of this hallway lined with ghosts.Just a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to let them intheir words will cause the sweetest fracture from a stone's throwjust a scratch upon the skin, a drop of blood to welcome themparasitic, viral critics, or lovers, like spirits mingling in the mistthat we crafted, a starving jury, let them eat shit from our trembling hands.The heat for heat's sake, on this Barnard block of Congressdeductively speaking, the polar of progresswell maybe I put too much faith in the accidententranced, we danced toward the ripest display of escapelet the starving ghosts feats, from this flesh, from these bones,let them all feast. light as a feather, let the starving ghosts feastIn this chess game of language, forced to sit so I play all alone, watch the bathos drip forth like the petals from a wild crafted rose.


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