What good do you think your lousy senses do

Triple Negative

1 Poignard Lhoucine 2:56
2 The Bloody Deluge 6:10
3 Lightning Lazar 4:34
4 Roll in flames 3:25
5 Stresstesting the Casualty Community 4:11
6 Stabject Seepex Abgeist 3:58
7 Lombrosia vial 2:26
8 The poor sorry senses 4:22

Bad barrier the blood-brain, the glaucous membrane. Not much changedby a public plague year (during=other matter): flailingpinions, Distress or Alarm likely to cause Distress or Alarm, Neuronopsychononeuropsychocataract. Congestion of the blood-brain cloaca, a site for eyesores, spite for spyspores.

So yeahblooming droopingthanks -- ornate and frailalready, no paralysed arm, no calcified brain. 3 nests of morpionsmakeupa Nervenkostum. Ululate onto mono tape forhours (1 yearis20, 12?), renounce/reduce/denature later, same as we always did. Triple-jointed wrists/unsnappy turns, at least spare us "real time". General Demolitionhaswon the allegorical war, the swifts are back, don't know for how long.

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Recorded to Sony mono condenser tape deck, NE/E Ldn (connected by sinkware x stereo speakers), 2020-21. External samples (scream of swifts[6], Monique Morelli sings Villon[8]) played straight to tape on Ymh SU-10 (1993). Tape-tape recursion on 2-track free trial computer program (discontinued).

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Triple Negative: Mme Tlank, Velimirovich, clinical wasteman: voices, percussion

Tracklisting:
1 - Poignard Lhoucine [2:56]
2 - The Bloody Deluge [6:10]
3 - Lightning Lazar [4:34]
4 - Roll in flames [3:25]
5 - Stresstesting the Casualty Community [4:11]
6 - Stabject Seepex Abgeist [3:58]
7 - Lombrosia vial [2:26]
8 - The poor sorry senses [4:22]

Triple Negative

Je hais ... d'une haine primitive, féroce
- Brigitte Fontaine

Return of the living dirt!
It's not good for you just because it hurts

Refining symptoms since 2017
Concussion & vices trading as percussion & voices

Our cheap hearts are sheeny shells
Our fouled hearts are sorry cells
Our sold hearts don't show or tell -
Whose cheap heart hurts?

Our facial tissue is all tissue paper
Our jawlines are splinters where glass used to be