im just a nudist with no park/ just feel my way round in the dark/hiding under smiles/is a world dangerous with anger/discomforts when felt youd like to disengageyer/responsibility to a mindful existence/ know i cant have just one....

here we gouge out the electric eyes of the world/ right here...here we adore blind sink faucets and blind paper towel dispensers/they need a helping hand

pronouns blasted my buns/ high slitted nuns/ speaking only in pun/ white clicking tongues/ salivating on a sponge/build a house out of dung/ smile till your done....

so lofigh im scammin vistaprint/ to spread my message an pay my rent/ my laptop battery is just a keyboard stand/ dead weight for me to carry as a level this band....

lord orthodontist/ive surgically sinned/my weight in apples fed to donkeys/ a dot on the landscape/ precious and pinned/ x marks the cavity.....

i need a bag of carrots/ gotta have a crunchy snack/ wanna get some celery/ think ill rob a produce market/ get some beets broccolli and lettuce leaf/ when it comes around throw potatoes in the donation baskets

tonight was a lubricated marathon/ four hours long and three with my tongue/ but like a flock a seagulls i ran/ your singing so far away like dire straits/ now tell me please/ how do i get you off my face?

if my head were just a little bigger/ i might be able to fit a hat/ on the cold plains my microcephaly/ has proved most dangerously/ that i lack/ proper blood flow over the top of my skull/ hypothermic conditions\ my foolishness sets in....

wide round rooms in a flooded basement/ an archipelago/ submerged in laundry sudz ...

welcome to the trashion show/ this is the pick of the litter/ as far as garbage goes/ discarded treasures discovered bring hither/ old alarm clocks never die/sculpted tinfoil glitters/on plastic knives old food has dried/ plastic christmas will…

oversized lollipops in black plastic wrappers/the actual content a sour contention/between the courts and the classes/of shopkeepers and owners/ one free spot left in town/ to abide...(what the fuck does that say?)to abide tenanting of a carraige…

im gonna tell you a story/ about the war/ no, not vietnam/ no, not afghanistan/ talkin bout world war two/ but it doesnt start there/ it starts with my granpappy/ my grandfather was famous in the pacific northwest/ with his bulldozer he could…

i want very badly/to grip you and squeeze/overpower your bad feelings/overtake my own misgivings/ i wanna bury my face/ in that warm wet place/ between your thighs/ howl into that dark cavern/ may you crush my skull/ when you come/ tickled pink…

i wear a rabbit suit in public/ i like to get my wick trimmed/ silly, kinda slick though/ hard to find my own faults/ wont refuse a taco....

the first song off our new album. its caled song 11. basically a keyboard and drum solo with a locomotive horn recorded from my bedroom.

i felt it had been far too long since i penned an epic. a true ballz on the table noise epic. a visceral expose. a seventeen minute mindmeld with hot wheels spaulding. ill donate ten cents for every alonetoner who listens to it all.

how long do you think weve been doing this?

two kinds of cheese

i got together with my former writing partner and we made noise, which i recorded, and now you are hearing it.

straight up, a visceral melding of human body parts and automobile scraps