High quality PINK cassette with a "Basement" side and a "Human Behavior" side. Band art and track list on either side of J Card.
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Croak on tree, from turned tools aimed upwards pointing to the bugs in mid soar, to striking downwards like shoot, lightning, bark, leather. Digging up earth into piles of whatever. Live away from the heaps! You'll have plenty of time together after soon. Until then, turn them into fire, light, charcoal, paper, life.
Burn the tree, so when they see my cave paintings living will have been captured by symbol but not medium. Yet, when the dirt is in my brain, and my memories, and my sister kissing the air next to my cheek, and my life is my muddy grip, I'll be nothing but nothing.
When they see my cave paintings, I'l hide my ox-blood fingers behind my back. "I know it doesn't look like a buffalo but doesn't it feel like one?"
"Yes, but the soil beneath your nails, the color of your hands like they slapped bark. I forget."
Doesn't it smell like the smolder of wood in our chest was designed to hurt? Our minds are running through the upward vine, clipped like jack-shit at the final climb. Sailing downwards, then decomposing, then nothing but nothing.
When they see my remains, I'll have been a primate. When they feel my remains, I'll have been a buffalo already dead in the dirt. But, when they see my cave paintings, I'll be a tree bursting from that dirt, and a cave, and a painting, and a nothing but nothing.
Burning people burning branches, charred to the stump. I hope.