el sebae

the illusion of choice
is livin in the suburbs
we standin over corpses
from thousands of miles away


you buried her image
with yer own hands
around oxygen molecules


a cat walkin
o’er sewer grates
prayer calls
o’er skype 
international ambulance sounds


does medium
does interface
change craft
methods of output
get out that internal
trade regulation


eternity is boring
you sighed last breaths of something
as 

a cat walks
o’er sewer grates
as a murder of crows
perch on high tension lines…

stop looking @ nothing

i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing

i always told you i was nothing

we are nothing now fer sure fer sure

and those people are gone
and those people are gone
and those people are gone

the past does this
it rolls out behind

i know im…repeating myself
but im stepping into the future with you, now, now, now
happy new year
it’s the 2nd and im stoned and i am afraid to go back
but i am afraid to stay here

i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing

i always told you i was nothing

we are nothing now fer sure fer sure

everything has been stirred
whipped back
foamy froth memories in cool gray air, in cool gray landscapes
i think i cant breath
i think i am having another anxiety attack

i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing
i am nothing

i always told you i was nothing

we are nothing now fer sure

cultural death // a conversation about my childhood

i dont think i come from a place of love

: you were raised in the suburbs

: of nj

: death

: in an influential town

: cultural death

: theres no love in those places

: just caaaash

: and two faced fucks