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Discovery of Zero

by Eli Rector

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1.
F=qE+qVxB 01:21
A clade of monotonous polyrhythmic logorrhea pours forth from your whinnying source. Your orbs clustered deeply in fragments, seemingly limitless in tandem electric transcendence. Woven nodules of soft judgement bunch behind your dull skull, quietly jellified and reluctantly retreating ever deeper into reptilian obscurity. Within avuncular meat traps Your dispossession seeks shelter, Betrayed however With every whimpering slither of your Carcass-casement. Carbon risen, Wizened wizard of mineral particularities, The urine Christ of organic oblivion Prostrate before the sun. Thick with invisible microfilaments and Dismal prince energies, otherwise canonized as puppetry sermons, Devious Single-celled pontifications Within and without your unwinding court, Gnashing and chafing Their minor symphonies. Rambling blasphemosity you tough luggage, You thundered cosmic crust, Shaking prideful fistulas at Black decimals and square rooted cutlery. Imploring generational rotations of Gaseous wagon train scythery across The balloon plains, across-the-room pastures And leaf and canopy chuckle fucks. Dithering wilderness masters and Sucklers alike Strewn upon the carbon play, Doused in jealous oils and Passionate moonlight reveries. Or strung hook by hook by stone by iron by wire Cavalry and cutlass matches Past the clay men and soggy fellows with Newsprint pipe cleaners adjusted for the weekend. Digitizements Burning plastic goggles fogging - up Your downtime rotisserie You farting golden clogs. Eschewing back and forth beacon behemoths Plotting and charting five course fealties Draped over half-masted Winnebago stutter junkies Coughing new pot and pan recipe reviews in silicon Quicksand. In the end you find your end is another end. A clade of monotonous polyrhythmic logorrhea pours forth from your whinnying source. Your orbs clustered deeply in fragments, seemingly limitless in tandem electric transcendence. Woven nodules of soft judgement bunch behind your dull skull, quietly jellified and reluctantly retreating ever deeper into reptilian obscurity. Within avuncular meat traps Your dispossession seeks shelter, Betrayed however With every whimpering slither of your Carcass-casement. Carbon risen, Wizened wizard of mineral particularities, The urine Christ of organic oblivion Prostrate before the sun. Thick with invisible microfilaments and Dismal prince energies, otherwise canonized as puppetry sermons, Devious Single-celled pontifications Within and without your unwinding court, Gnashing and chafing Their minor symphonies. Rambling blasphemosity you tough luggage, You thundered cosmic crust, Shaking prideful fistulas at Black decimals and square rooted cutlery. Imploring generational rotations of Gaseous wagon train scythery across The balloon plains, across-the-room pastures And leaf and canopy chuckle fucks. Dithering wilderness masters and Sucklers alike Strewn upon the carbon play, Doused in jealous oils and Passionate moonlight reveries. Or strung hook by hook by stone by iron by wire Cavalry and cutlass matches Past the clay men and soggy fellows with Newsprint pipe cleaners adjusted for the weekend. Digitizements Burning plastic goggles fogging - up Your downtime rotisserie You farting golden clogs. Eschewing back and forth beacon behemoths Plotting and charting five course fealties Draped over half-masted Winnebago stutter junkies Coughing new pot and pan recipe reviews in silicon Quicksand. In the end you find your end is another end.
2.
Breathing out is good But having you ever tried long distance time travel? You've got plastic in your veins, is that all that remains? You've bottled up these lonely lines into the mine You don't see , you don't hear All patients have been cleared We've synthesized your whole life - just sit back Jesus loved his only son in the long run It's a hook like a crucifix It hangs where this one drips A diamond row, a diamond ray We are all planets And nothing ever good could come of that All these second hands, They were good before, they'll be good again We won't stop at nothing We're developing a ten-thousand-year plan Hold me close now dear disintegration rays are fun
3.
I Choose 05:38
Holy ghost that I can't see, does it matter much to me (holy rollers, don't roll so much) I've got a song I like to see Let my fingers pull the strings Chisel and bleed To every waking need Well, It's a common disaster I believe We're divided up those lines I implore you that you see me wave I'll be here and then I'll be gone On a ship bound for the heavens I choose (the rules) Dirty fingers turning me blue Oh, these words got me confused As you ask for an answer All apologies ignored We're divided up and as such we just can't be found What has gone away, what is there to say I choose (the rules) Dirty fingers turning me blue Oh, these words got me confused
4.
Great Again 05:12
Does anybody know the way they keep us down I tried to read but it's so hard Hey little boy did you grow up on the other side? They're making America great again They its coming, bridges are burning, Johnny get your gun They say it's coming Johnny get your gun Does any body know the way they keep us down It's so hard
5.
Bury Me 06:47
Outside I can see for miles But I can't see your house So I dig this tunnel Love is a vampire
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7.
Take me through the years It's so high up here It's impossible to know when you're alone Children of the Earth it's time to come home
8.
A letter to the sun that's inside Dive beneath the waves of flesh Gonna build a farm of people under the water Will you come with me now Take my hand as we go down the waves hold your Breath through the fever Seaweed like Stars
9.
Parallels 06:26
A bright light waking me up at night Sleep comes in waves in outer space Remember when we were young, Our fingertips reached for the sun Ooh those parallels Speak not before the words come This is temporary Ooh, those parallels Don't care what we want, don't care what we need I'll come and then receive. Caught in a bonfire. I'll wait Down below Down below
10.
7-Eleven 11:09
The sun is shining but my eyes shut The door is open want to close it up You leave me hanging in the wind Like a curtain above a 7-11 You're gone I'm dead That's OK because I'm alive when you come home

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released February 26, 2023

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Eli Rector Palm Desert, California

Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
for demos/errata: soundcloud.com/eli-rector

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