What are you listening to right now? v2.0
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Lost in the wood
Sasaferrato
Super Refuser!
Was humming this, went on to Youtube to find it. It is fifty years old. FFS! Fifty years!
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E2a not you guys, I love you all to bits x
The swamp is draining xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Was humming this, went on to Youtube to find it. It is fifty years old. FFS! Fifty years!
Oooh thank you for getting me to harden my resolve to make it to fifty. I feel like I've been on unreasonablyon borrowed time for 41 1/2 years.
Oh!
THE LIGHT WITHIN ME SHINES LIKE A DIAMIND MINE, LIKE AN UNARMED WALRUS
The Sam Hanitizer got it, the Sam I thought I got this year didn't.
I think you all kind of might?
Opening all the boxes is scary shit
One of those fucking, awful black days
When nothing is pleasing and everything that happens
Is an excuse for anger
An outlet for emotions stockpiled, an arsenal, an armor
These are the days when I hate the world
Hate the rich, hate the happy
Hate the complacent, the TV watchers
Beer drinkers, the satisfied ones
Because I know I can be all of those little hateful things
And then I hate myself for realizing that
There's no preventative, directive or safe approach for living
We each know our own fate
We know from our youth, how to be treated
How we'll be received, how we shall end
These things don't change
You can change your clothes
Change your hairstyle, your friends, cities, continents
But sooner or later your own self will always catch up
Always it waits in the wings
Ideas swirl but don't stick
They appear but then run off like the rain on the windshield
One of those rainy day car rides, my head implodes
The atmosphere in this car, a mirror of my skull
Wet, damp, windows dripping and misted with cold
Walls of grey, nothing good on the radio, not a thought in my head
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
Lets take life and slow it down incredibly slow
Frame by frame
With two minutes that take ten years to live out
Yeah, let's do that
Telephone poles like praying mantis against the sky
Metal arms outstretched
So much land traveled, so little sense made of it
It doesn't mean a thing, all this land laid out behind us
I'd like to take off into these woods and get good and lost for a while
I'm disgusted with petty concerns
Parking tickets, breakfast specials
Does someone just have to carry this weight?
Abstract typography, methane covenant
Linear gospel, Nashville sales lady, stocky emissary
Torturous lice, mad Elizabeth
Chemotherapy bullshit
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
The light within you shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus, like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a skunk, eating it's own tail
Steam turbine, frog farm
Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories
Movements, the movie, unfeeling, unreeling, about to begin
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
I've seen your hallway, you're a darn call away
I've hear your stairs creak, I can fix my mind on your yes
And your no, I'll film your face today in the sparkling canals
All red, yellow, blue, green brilliance and silver Dutch reflection
Racing thoughts, racing thoughts, all too real
You're moving so fast now, I can't hold your image
This image I have of your face by the window
Me standing beside you, arm on your shoulder
A catalog of images, flashing glimpses then gone again
Untethered to the posters soak in me, every clear afternoon now
I'll think of you, up in the air, twisting your heel
Your knees up around me, my face in your hair
You scream so well, your smile so loud, it still rings in my ears
I know a place we can go and I'm falling
Love so hard that you wish you were ten
Imitation, distant, tired of longing, clean my teeth
Stay the course, hold the wheel, steer on to freedom
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Open all the boxes, open all the boxes
Times Square Midday, newspaper buildings
News headlines going around, you watch as they go
And hope there's some good ones, those tree shadows in the park
They're all whispering, shake some leaves
Around six p.m., shadows across the cobblestones
Girl in front of bathroom mirror, she slow and careful
Paints her face green and mask like
Like my cheese, portrait with green stripe
Long shot through apartment window
A monologue on top but no girl in shot
The light within me shines like a diamond mine
Like an unarmed walrus
Like a dead man face down on the highway
Like a snake eating its own tail
A steam turbine, frog pond
Two full closets burst open in disarray, soap bubbles in the sun
Hospital death bed, red convertible, shopping list, blow job
Deaths head, devils dancing, bleached white buildings, memories
Movements, the movie, unreeling, about to begin
Oh, great by me
Yeah? Mine were alright, wasn't my best one but who cares?
That's the spirit
Sasaferrato
Super Refuser!
This is something you have never heard before. It's a ditty written and performed by my neighbour's daughter Eilidh, and her friend Milly.
Collaborations – Eilidh Davidson
eilidh.studio
Anyone got a spare wig? I appear to have rage fully arted me bonce, like I did when I broke in 2015, and in 2018 when I found out Hanitizer was dead, the stupid kid, months after he died.
I don't do well with being left out of loops, by mistake or intent. If I'd known about being involved in undercover coppers from here when it happened in 2018, I might have had sufficient distraction to avoid a despairing last stand suicide attempt and consequential lack of trust in anything with less than four legs.
I still don't get what happened, the big boys won't even engage with a dialogue about it, and we've got new undercovers in the hood that I'm too annoying and shit to bother listening to, because I'm obviously an unreliable narrator following the breakdown where I faked my own death to escape the still welcome trolls on here...
I became Alhambra Amber Marks when I couldn't cope with having to continue being me and coping with gaslighting misogynist enabling cunts (sorry, I only use female genitalia as a curse when I'm molten furious and flowing and dissociating because that's my only survival technique on here around Them).
Ohhh
Catharsis
LeytonCatLady
Well-Known Member
There's a theory that some types of men will only bother helping potentially fuckable women
I have gone the extra miles over the year's to deliberately make myself unfuckable, hence 12+ missing teeth over the last five years.
I haven't changed, personally. Just visually.
the boys on here are same as ever. Once seen it can't be unseen etc. I've seen shitbags attacking my "sister" just cos and I am in fucking candescent
I have gone the extra miles over the year's to deliberately make myself unfuckable, hence 12+ missing teeth over the last five years.
I haven't changed, personally. Just visually.
the boys on here are same as ever. Once seen it can't be unseen etc. I've seen shitbags attacking my "sister" just cos and I am in fucking candescent
Sasaferrato please give Eilidh and and her collaborative gorgeous Milly a bear hug from a little sister? Xxxxxxxxx
I have written s formal restrained email to the zine repository, apologizing for any distress caused to their staff who wouldn't confirm or deny if they were who i thought they were, cancelled my sixty quid still undespatched order, and formally retracted my surrealist artist statement CV thankinf them for bringing me peace whenever I was in their shop. The fuckers
I should have learned by now that men that undertake Visible Performative Concerns For Vulnerable Women Among Bad Men are all about being seen to be a Good Guy, ego and exploitation, not help or compassion.
If you know of any genuinely decent politically active male artists send a saw to...
I should have learned by now that men that undertake Visible Performative Concerns For Vulnerable Women Among Bad Men are all about being seen to be a Good Guy, ego and exploitation, not help or compassion.
If you know of any genuinely decent politically active male artists send a saw to...
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Sorry Pete kitten for making you too scared to even come near me all day; I promised that would never happen in this house and I feel like a terrible cat mother x
You're a forgiving kitteh, thank you for looking after me for the last five+ years mate x
LeytonCatLady
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