In front of me I watched the narrative change.
And I became confused, where what I was talking about at one moment became something else
suddenly the words were scewed
and my own tongue twisted around itself.fear is the veil they want to put over your eyes
your hands are strong
your arms are strong we are all other
Quotes
Just an edge of sound
With nothing else
The sound you need when you
Need to forget some other sounds and just be a body in space and just be a body.on a rhythmic oblivion.
A loss of self. Take away everything. Leave the bass. Leave. Dissolve.
it’s in the voice
the believe you own it….to think it yours….to tie it with identity….
: break with thisto better find the power of the words you NEED to say
to know that one has been other
and to know another side
the reach …. it has become …. very empty…. so that when something begings, the echo has already taken it into distortion
we have to feel our way
an animal navigation
an animal, like sometimes with a fear spikes backnot safe
the rivulets, like remnants
a reality placed like crystaline
feather
rage
indigo
night
rage
they took it
or you gave itthey take it
don’t you give it
use it
dont you give it
use it
My body forgets how to move
My body does not move
To a beat, which through
A pulse….. And over it
Beats should overwhelm. Pull you in with their power. And the message should ride on top. Full. Blooming. Real. Deep. Not artiface. Not superficiality. Not irony. Not pop.
Beats should make you wake the fuck up not keep you tied to a tired loop.
i want to dip the entire world in red lack
It is a slow and deliberate expansion of the limits…. Finding them, searching them, pushing them, weaving and dropping them.
To remove all limits at once would be disastrous…. As I would fumble and grasp and stutter, perhaps producing only fluff. Pop.Which is one of the reasons why at this moment, when faced with the decision, I will leave computers and software interfaces out of my live rig. For now. rig.
I prefer to fight within limitsbr/>
……
in place of a
hermeneutics
we need
an erotics of art
.
TESS TENNESSEE MILLER 