She Began To Cry Tears Of Blood Which Became Little Brick Houses When They Hit The Ground
We are born, she says, and we begin to disintegrate. These disintegrations … Read Full Bio ↴We are born, she says, and we begin to disintegrate. These disintegrations give birth to further crumbling forms which plummet and reconstruct themselves into new malformations which in turn fall into dust and simultaneously elevate new structures infinitely. This might be what it is to exist, to shit all over everything before us, to erase it and for a moment, make it ours. Civilization built over civilization over civilization over long tainted ground. Zeus and a demon chiseling away at each other forever.
Build up from what’s accumulated, a neighborhood inside the psychiatrist and they will paint the houses for you. The grief can live here, the mistakes. The theoretical lives unlived can haunt the master bedrooms and basements in disrepair and squalor. Take away the doors and windows, paint the walls in tar and piss! The ecosystem fails, the weeds grow tall and expire as the paint curls away into nothingness. We may build what we build, but it’s always in flux, decaying and reorganizing itself. The threads all give way and you’re left naked again, crouched in a corner crushing a dried-up banana peel and watching it flake down onto your toes. Is stability in any form truly attainable or is the point to repeatedly chase what we perceive as stability?
Today I was born, I leave my own abysmal stamp until my death, trying my best not to look back at the trail of stillborns in the snow.
released January 11, 2018.
All tracks written, recorded, produced & performed by Aaron Funk. Published by Mute Song Ltd. Artwork by Aaron Funk
Build up from what’s accumulated, a neighborhood inside the psychiatrist and they will paint the houses for you. The grief can live here, the mistakes. The theoretical lives unlived can haunt the master bedrooms and basements in disrepair and squalor. Take away the doors and windows, paint the walls in tar and piss! The ecosystem fails, the weeds grow tall and expire as the paint curls away into nothingness. We may build what we build, but it’s always in flux, decaying and reorganizing itself. The threads all give way and you’re left naked again, crouched in a corner crushing a dried-up banana peel and watching it flake down onto your toes. Is stability in any form truly attainable or is the point to repeatedly chase what we perceive as stability?
Today I was born, I leave my own abysmal stamp until my death, trying my best not to look back at the trail of stillborns in the snow.
released January 11, 2018.
All tracks written, recorded, produced & performed by Aaron Funk. Published by Mute Song Ltd. Artwork by Aaron Funk
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