Entomologist Irene Moon gives 8 minutes of plunderphonic insect
inspired/utilized sound. Diplopoda then in another hat- scurry about in other ways- with instruments on their backs they are built like little armored death- often a horror / exe-cutie then like an orifice or a plow / hearts to sweets perfection then on four legs- scurrying about like dogs do- tonguing along the little steel balls across the vinyl floor- push them all through little holes to let them into the walls and the floors- friendly and often found in trees- the buzz then a little nicer and perhaps around your ears- it is a branch flowing natural and trickling and reflecting your image with a visage unfamiliar- is still flowing / you good looking vegetable then a pulse and then an offering and then a careful fertilizer. my friend justin bruce got hyped on coffee. "Eggshells cause some people to go into seizures" states Fslux at the beginning of her gravel-sludge dream. Waking up in between waking up, being pulled on a ride through town on the back of a beguiling burro. Lost. Maybe behind the hedge we can find our way. Ah, here we go. The stunted silence obscures our vision. A blade made of hurricane fibers sweeps through the neighborhood, and cuts your head off in the final meeting. "I see you smiling backwards." Comes in a deluxe plastic cassette box with
original artwork from, and pictures of, both ladies.
