She // who¿

by Kina Bazrbashi

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коя е тя//
Dedicated to the one I ate mandarins with, cliff sides, Roger, just trying to get by, hotel rooms, all the selves, and my ruler The High Priestess ~

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released July 5, 2017

Produced by Tape Gun Records// Blake Lusk // Pebbles, Uli, and Marvin

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Track Name: The High Priestess
Why when we anatomize the machine, a strange clicking?

In this kingdom of none, a flower only. The High Priestess sits
drinking moon milk.
Capture her eyes to make her smile, but you don't try.
You're empty gestures and lacking in words.

It's borrowed time I do not want.
zig-zag lines, cover these flaps.
Peel these eyelids back and take my dreams.
Lucidity won't let me breathe.

lover-wants-more

do you feel the bugs? do you feel the bugs?

It's borrowed time I do not want.
zig-zag lines, cover these flaps.
Peel these eyelids back and take my dreams.
Lucidity won't let me breathe.

lover-wants-more
Track Name: Glass Skins
Glass skins
Inner Sanctum
So many spent skins her sleep has been broken

I/heard/you/knocking/at/my teeth
gave/you/the/stem/of/the/lilac to keep
sweet sweet sweet sweet bony knees
sweet sweet sweet sweet bony knees
Track Name: Scarlet/Strange
You are so nonexistent.
Your lovely little girl smiles up at the craters of the moon.
Innocence in the hands of a shaking God.
The tango of a stillborn love on the spinoid of a silver thread.

Where our tangent bodies ionize into dust in the the cosmos.
And our meditative souls indulge in our sacrosanctities.

We are both cadavers now.
Silently inhale your spirit.
Slowly inhale my dispirit.

stagger your breath// all is lost\\ in the labyrinth// behind the curtain of red.
Oh Scarlet.

STRANGE

Strange, isn't it so strange? Perhaps I'm just a bit deranged, yet there still remains a stranger.
strange strange strange.

Tiny specimen, they crawled inside the esophogi
and inhibited all passage of passion.
Fragile hands, cradled ellipses, cloned ontologies
deliver distraction like birth.
Strange.

They ask the universe for a single shared inhale.
Strange.
Elongated Spines/Protoplasmic Shrines
Deliver distraction like birth.
Haunted by the spine.
Strange.
Track Name: Stratagem // Ooze
STRATAGEM
Why did you split the slit on my silver silhouette?
All my composition in the moon sands of your hands.
It will metamorph then anamorph itself back into two/ don't dare move/

do you hunger oblivion hungering you?/ light casts shadows through your ribs/ are you stuck in tedium?/ what is it you fear?/

Did you see my demon hovering above your head wearing a top-hat?/ he conceives a stratagem that's not too cruel but also not too kind./ i watch as your bony fingers spell spells in sticky summer air/ don't dare move/
Do I haunt you the way you're haunting me?/
fixed pulsations like kitchen blades./ do you enjoy mind games?/ my emotions lack function.

OOZE
Deeper still, deeper still you were oozing in the cracks.
haunted by, haunted by your own pockets.
modern man modern man you do dissolve...
a hand, a bone, a ligamentary deposit

The kid is still in school, but she's outwitting you/ an acrobat will dance on your eyebrows.
I do not miss the scent of the moon on your jawline
you lack a bluer bite/ innocence is to want more, innocence is to want more and more and more and more.

Innocent as a spiral.
Track Name: The God of Alchemy// Thumbing Jupiter
THE GOD OF ALCHEMY
Anatomical collapse of bone map.
Eerie demise// s'licking then spitting.
In the salivary pool, in the salivary pool.//
Chemicals infused.

Cinnamon twist of tongue
Cinnamon twist of tongue
<Obsidian eyes with a phosphoresced desire.>
Phosphoresce desire, phosphoresce my body.
Dripping in the black pool. Disfiguring of dust particles.

The occultation of Venus
Anamorphic love/
of spirals and smoke.
With the priestess on her throne.

Cinnamon twist of tongue
Cinnamon twist of tongue
<Obsidian eyes with a phosphoresced desire.>
Phosphoresce desire, phosphoresce my body.
Dripping in the black pool. Disfiguring of dust particles.

THUMBING JUPITER

YOU-DO-MAGIC-ME
fragile is the vein-work limpid is the lung work, cradle a shoulder.
nectar of clarity
sprouting from the core
in his crystal scope...

He reminds me that I'm already dead. You're already dead. We're already dead.

In a split reality, my two selves are dancing with me. In curls and crystal crime. Daisies, Daisies, Darlng.

He reminds me that I'm already dead. You're already dead. We're already dead.
Track Name: Force Fed Ambrosia
Under these sheets
I //. . .
He //. . .doesn't know a thing about me.

Twirling pulp, I was not dead.
Honeyyyyyy
Open Mouth
Track Name: Nothing is Wholly
It was February
My flesh for your body
Why am I suffering
Why am I curdling

It's not your fault I'm sad.
It's not your fault I'm sad.

Forbidden city, I'm an unrobed woman.
How do I make you happy when I can't even make myself smile.
Track Name: My (Hole)y Heart
My holy heart.
Your holy hands.// \\
. . .
The cleansing is complete, laying my head on firm air. Dissatisfied and to satisfy me...my tongue must be perfectly aligned with the trajectory of vertebrae,
but still. --