well here’s one i’m working on… it’s 100% improvisation, in fact it is only beginning now in a timeless space… a monologue theatre thing… sold out….
(you need to imagine the music but it’s all there you just gotta hear it in the sounds and silence and all that, so pay attention bitch!)
[curtains open]
struggling with…
(struggle juggle)
Identity, existence, art, meaning, connection, beauty, pop culture, etc
the usual shit
everyday i survive feels like a victory
that thought grounds me somehow
but i keep forgetting to think it
as if the next breath is some kind of conquering of this abyss of eternity
one more moment to get a chance to mess with the resonations and ripples
to put something out there that will interrupt the frequencies
(even if for a MOMENT)
who knows, one of these might change everything
knowing i’m playing the same game as the lions, wolves, whales, donkeys, lizards, and other idiots stuck in time
people act and live like we have somehow transcended survival
(could that be a sign that the machines are already living amongst us? the non-poets…)
as if we have time for gossip and worthless chatter for each one’s 5 second porn scrolling
so easily amused by the algorithms that design the world and the choices we make
not really realising that we are being slowly replaced and made obsolete
Hopefully something good will come out of this before we all feed the dirt
sure
i got songs to sing
i got ideas and melodies
i’m sure people would be entertained by this freak show
i’m sure i could impress a lot of people
but finding the energy and motivation to get out there and whore myself
not so easy
how is it going with the baby fetish?
i get the vibe that you are bored and disappointed and unimpressed
when you feel empty enough, it’s time to email MARKUS
why else would anyone contact me?
i guess it’s just another experiment to explore
an email
a baby
a song
a concert
the romanticism of ordinary moments like Jarmusch so wonderfully expresses in his work
the extraordinariness of the ordinary and the dissolution of language itself as the witness turns in on itself
that’s what life is
god’s great masturbatorium
what a wanker
And there we have it ladies and gentlemen, another message that leaves you feeling disatisfied.
maybe you can chew on it for awhile
how long will it last this time?
i guess this is what Maus meant by screen memories.
btw, i attached a copy of his dissertation. Haven’t read it yet…
He is such a mindfuck. But really loved Mind The Droves and Bombs Away on his last albums.
Great on acid! Wow. What a stallion.
(prediction time…)
click
next
thumbs up?
thumbs down?
(mind struggling a bit… arrrgh… but silly funny haha struggling)
want more
need to find more things to distract me
ex lover sucked back into the recesses of your mind ZZZZOOOOOOP….
HE WROTE ME!! ooh, i feel so special
i might even reread this again
remember the good times
that weirdo with his stupid humor and silly ideas and little care for petty promises or birthdays
cruel and twisted how he would hurt me like that
i just wanted a good boyfriend to fulfill me
the beautiful hair and lips and awkward non-persona
what the fuck was i thinking?
oh my god i miss the madness cause i love drama
he was so fun and such a fucking dick broke dumb loser genius
never bought me anything nice, just rambling on blablablaa
i’m so glad i found someone taller with nice pecs and who can talk to daddy
but he doesn’t get me like HE did, nobody gets me
ugh why is it so difficult, why are people so simple and stupid
i wish i could design a person who has all the best parts
i wish i could design my whole life like this, the whole world, the whole universe
multiverse, multivoid, metapolar money fuck machine
wait wait wait
(curses the gods!!)
prey to my smartphone, hold it, smile, get overwhelmed, confused, relieved, deep breath, take the pills, the vitamins, work hard, play, train abs, buy things, not die, be nice, say clever things, admire myself in reflections, put on music that keeps me feeling like me
do what is required
survival
i think i just need to get a more pleasant personality
my problem is that the very thing that attracts others to me
is the the same thing that causes them to RUN
like the sun
it lights and warms
get too close…
it will burn you alive without mercy
i feel like a nothing person
THIS email is a travesty and fills me with unbearable shame.
Sorry that i keep on failing and disappointing.
fail harder?
Maybe i’m just not cut out for this…
whatever this is.
probably why i became a musician
when words reach the edge…
the melody begins
YES!
ok man…. just do your thing
SING US A SONG
dance for us
dancing monkey boy
whoohoo
look at him go
[curtains close]
(improvisation over, thank you, good night madam…)