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DEMO TAPE:

"GROWS BITTER"

recorded by Dillon Arismendi and wuv

artwork by Esther Samuels-Davis

order it from Great Plains Records

LYRICS:

PLANE LIVING

who's that moving into my periphery?

shifting the axis, shifting the center, shifting me?

i am the spaces in the map of things that mean

that i draw and draw again

where are you now, double zero?

are you laying around or are you moving up and down?

are you flat on the ground trying to ignore what's been going down?

is there a head on your neck?

is there a brain suspended in liquid in your head?

is there a way to check?

have you tried holding your eyes and closing your breath?

i am drifting, feet planted in debris

a voice without a rudder murmuring the sea

where are you now, double zero?

hear me complain about plane living:

- i've been living on a plane for quite some time

if "it's the life that we are given",

i'll be giving in ahead of time

NEITHERLAND

things disappear into the ether

there's nothing anyone can do

is will fall into either

as the gates of the neitherland open up to you

in the neitherland you are neither good nor bad, you're neither happy nor are you sad in the neitherland

in the neitherland you cannot go insane because you do not have a brain - of course, there are no doctors either in the neitherland

they say the neitherland isn't a perfect place, if it can be said to be a place at all

getting there's easy: never get taken in by a book or a song or a whim

neitherman don't worry, take your time, don't you hurry, there are no jingle-jangle mornings where you're going to

neitherwoman don't be sad, if the void is all you have - in the neitherland the void's a valid point of view

SHITHACA

oh it hurts to move away

time reinscribed as a chapter in space

the epic search yields nothing

looking for a new way of looking

i bit my tongue today

only about 24 yrs too late

although it hurts to lose your mind,

the fact is all narratives collapse in time

this is an exit

it's not an escape

reduce the terms of my sentence

if i hum the bars of my cage

(WHERE MY ROSEMARY GOES)

cluttered houses and heavy curtains

something is bearing down on me

loveless rooms and dirty spaces

something is bearing down

every day is bad choices

i am collecting regret

every night is nightmares

and this is as good as it gets

mania

mired in obsessive patterns

i'm staying horizontal all day

going nowhere, just in circles

i'm only ramping up to crash

mania

i am not sad

i am nothing at all

i'm alone and

i am nothing

SEDIMENT

you're a stranger to me

and i'm even stranger to you

not looking at the fact that we live in the same room

we're a dialogic strange letter

written in the wrong grammar

you're unlike a book

i can read your face

but i cant

i wont get tired

WUV

all these thin little strings make a messy web

as i amble around they tend to catch on my head

some are easy to tear, some you cannot forget

there's a knot in my stomach where I'm tied to you

there's a canal in my ear that your voice passes through

gasping,

"I am not like the others"

i know that you love me, but what does that mean?

is it the lips or the letters, the page or the screen?

are we the first, the worst, or the best that this world's ever had?

if love is a word, it must be obscene

gasping,

"I am not like the others"