in creep out you bloe my mind creep me out all the time i wish rain were a flower and blooming pour over this world its over its ended your dreams have been rendered. already its been proven there is no nation just a dry skeleton of words and…

comin down from the fly shakimunis trajectory seat 14-c on the 747 questioning life death and all things transitory thru the skymall pages shave the dome direct the signal from manic malicious self indulgent loneliness like a handmade quoddy shaping…

antiquary february queen annes lace is tucked away in bureaus of dirt

america is a state of micro-managed fascism. its many laws are the product of overpaid lawyer, judges, politicians, police, and pundits. compulsory schooling streamlines personality traits, departmentalized careers collapse cognition. CIAFBIDHSNSALPD…

monsanto monsanto, you GMO HO monsanto monsanto, money is the wrong kind of green to grow.

i've decided to be an infectious disease. i've decided to be the answer, the reconstructor. reanimating that which is dead inside of you. and if i pretended that i must have a holistic cleansing, i have proven that it cannot be, change must spread…

...and when the bird fell out of its nest the weight of its bum, dropped into the snow... ...nestling down and not realizing it hadn't left its nest at all... ...but it thought that it was a softer nest, a cleaner nest, one without the sticks…

This song features a ukele... your thoughts are real, but are they only in your head? go get it free instead. eat a pickle on a picnic on greenland island on the artic sea. the iron ball will knock it down we'll build demolition huts with our…

gushing surge of opulence, cavaliers to complete nonsense. the true soldiers of misfortune are mings and chengs drowning in the democratic fabric from our nation.

i see a path, it's a trail. i see a road, thru these woods. And on that road, we move so fast. we move so fast, it changes us. and we make the changes we move so fast, wheels sprout under us, then they become wings. and it changes us. and not…

A "Do Not Lean Against Doors" rearrangement. The creepy laugh at the end was an outtake I decided I had to preserve somewhere.

A "Solid Ghosts" rearrangement

Even more sound recorder craziness, with "Do Not Lean Against Doors" as the source material this tome.

More experiments on "Solid Ghosts" with windows sound recorder.

"Do Not Lean Against Doors" run through paulstretch.

If you load a song into windows sound recorder, speed it up a lot, then slow it back down, you get some strange results.

"Do Not Lean Against Doors" backwards.