Cocksure Bloodlust & Dank Sex Appeal (MMXXII. Vol. 1)

Throwing babies out with the bathwater is so MMXXI. This is the future present tense, bloated with tension. The MMXXII for you and me.



















iv. survived


Feast 4 Ur 2 Human Ears (MMXXI. Vol. 2)

This is a meal carefully prepared for your ears, so sit at our table & feast, feast, feast.

Thirsty Foundations (MMXXI: Vol. 1)

Collect yourself, it’s 2021, you’ve been indoors for most of the year, humping pillows and hand fucking yourself into an enraged coma. You’re thirsty, you’re tired and you’re wondering how to vanquish the ignorant who deny science and think a vaccine is a bad thing. Well, here’s a mixtape for you.

U R Math

u were math
u were a binary spread on 2 systems of loose associations with an unreconciled past

Forensic Pragmatism

a crime scene of mindfulness
the boi left it all behind

We Play Like Downtown

we play like downtown
violently asserting our privilege
defending it absolute

Divorced (Irreconcilable Differences)

this piecemeal self
stupidly saw u as complete
rendered real likely caused defeat

Posthuman Dysphasia

there could b an encyclopedia written about u and I would still not assume anything


dont let them see/hear/feel me like this

Impervious 2 Fault Inside this Kingdom

perfection is nested within these walls
u will find no fault in any cavity
every opportunity is agape


close ur eyes untie ur thoughts separate ur current anxieties from the stillness u know u r capable of inhale deeply breathe in the stink of fall warmth kicking summer heat from the champ’s chair this should not feel like a pushed button but it does it’s a floorboard rusted nail in ur pincushion face it is ur way 2 violence a singular passage in2 the relentless flash-floods of violations u survived dwelling as cuts penetrating each layer of ur composure all paths lead 2 this u think the straightest line makes it all b over faster there r not these r the ways big thumbs dig in2 ur head peel back holes making wells free of obstructions 4 those hands 2 pull damage 4ward burying fingers past the thumbs 1st impression in ur calm a calm that was urs b4 being forced 2 surface a u that fully rediscovers u a self-constructed u with designs 2 force u out the real u the victim 1 in search of just retaliation that stays in its home within the socially tangible u u need 2 nourish this self feed it the requirements 2 actualize all of ur destructively manic facets 2 let all of u come out

Socially Distant Futures

our integrity bled out on the battlefield
then it was drowned in ejaculate
stay away from me


sure this is a dialogue a conversation as robust as residual trace semen slapped on a wall by an elated cumpony fuckboi with shoddy aim after rhythmically pulling out upon ejaculation less human but wholely human but i guess all of our standards lower after we make such crass domestic leaps depreciating the shared values all mutual contributions

They Will Kill U Because They Can

they load up their weapons & assertion 2 march in ur bedroom @ nite & will kill u because they can do it without consequence or accountability

Posthuman Aphasia

1 beat 4 each movement 4 each moment 4 each fallacy 4 each grace

iii. posthuman

iii. posthuman is a collection of visual & aural works created between 2006 & 2021.


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Thump your pelvis (MMXX: Vol. 8)

Okay, close your eyes, now imagine your hot little pubis, thrusting forward, back and now gyrate, rotate. Good, picture your pelvis lubricated in the sweat awe of its motions synchronous to a downbeat that recalls those puberty visions you had when you were first discovering your genitals. Go back to the moment you first ejaculated and put the nostalgia of orgasm into each step of every beat that moves you. That is precisely why this mix exists, to remind you of the cum-confused little you in awe of yourself and your body, how it can move and respond to new pleasures.

Eclectic Rock for Weirdos Like Me (MMXX: Vol. 7)

Have you ever wanted a playlist that included a bunch of weird songs about rolling on the ground like a potato, songs about fisting and songs about overcoming your own fragmented environments and predilections towards pain? Well holy heck, here’s your mix you Impervious Candy-Ass Heathen you.

They got it Covered (MMXX: Vol. 6)

Cover songs by various artists over the years. I like covers that re-interpret the original within the aesthetic cannon of the artists covering the songs, not just a karaoke cover version.

Artful Ballads to Help Us All Cry Ourselves to Sleep (MMXX: Vol. 5)

We’re living in difficult extremely times. Some of us like music that mirrors the climate. We reject the apathy of pop, because our escapism is in not escaping, but living within the mood.

Obsessed, Pervy & Creeper Songs (MMXX: Vol. 4)

These are songs about love that are intended to be soulful ballads, pledging undying fealty or are about loss. However, they’re either pervy, creepy or they’re about troubling obsessions.

More 90's Alternative Fetishism (MMXX: Vol. 3)

More 90’s Alternative, because, to paraphrase Billy Corgan, “we’re all wallowing in the same mud.”

The Apocalypso Disco (MMXX: Vol. 2)

It’s the Apocalypso! Apocal-disco, we’re all doing it.
This is Fine

Vapid and Drug-Addled Hair Metal (MMXX Vol. 1)

Think of this mix entitled, “Vapid & Drug-Addled Hair Metal” like it’s a montage in a documentary about the excess of the 80’s Hard Rock and Metal music scene. Or, like a portrait of a tupperware full of cocaine.

supple & nubile

a wet hole is how our predators saw us we were a buffet

predators make dead things

late evening a violent predator molested a songbird leaving cuts of lark scattered upon load-bearing branches agitated in2 giving way staining the child trounced lawn below painting future moments of disillusion & trauma prey remade in2 a new legacy in blood & the carved remains as a personification of death 2 b carried well in2 adulthood a mourned morning a 1st visit with mortality 1 to squint eyes & shake heads with a learning demonstration of food chain vampirism 1 that exists outside of prepared meals & fast food playlands stricken blank unable 2 respond depositing a permanent cinematic vision a slacks sporting dad kicking dead things curbside swearing about the inconvenience making the life lost as trivial as a false fire alarm while cooking none of this is of concern 2 predators

ashes & warm embers line a blazed trail

i want 2 b a flower blooming & bleeding rainbows
after i live as thoroughly as the avatar of a cultural veto

modification (i slut up my hair)

modification healing & leaking undiluted self i slut up my hair everyone will like us especially at this orgy i slut up my hair no 1 is like us y is so much semen slapped on the wall slut my hair


oscillate tempered unevenly whatever palpitate unmeasured variable distension bridged whatever inflect modulate balance attune whatever come 2 prove whatever

the disco healer

ur damaged fragmented & misinformed u need 2 be healed u r reconfigured now u r defragmented disco

machination (the little rabbit)

once in a city of hope & complacency a little rabbit thot it would develop its own agency rabbit borrowed out a little hole of its own started making pretty things that people bought & took home rabbit started 2 buy in2 this feeling allowing its arrogance 2 drip from floor 2 ceiling

imagine power

shortened breaths murmurs & the euphoria in his smile defeat my protagonist his azure blue & conquest green eyes overpower my white flags i posture defensively this is terminal for me but 4 him His glow is effervescent his expression is vacant blank with a cocksure glow on me splintering contentment across his face i posture aggressively i am passive & flaccid all the glistening stabs of wetness absorb in2 the milky pink quilt of discolourations ganging around my eyes imagine peace

hideous choral

u r a catalogue photo moment sitting next 2 a campfire u r experiencing sustained & efficacious existential dread hideous u r a stock image of contentment u r fragmented this is mania u r not who u thot u were going 2 b u set ur bar 2 low & now u r exceeding ur own expectations choral

faceless & anonymous

i am a disproportionate figure my head size indicates a logic-driven mentality my smaller body depicts a weak physical presence my features can be categorized into two parts faceless & anonymous


.learn { load: process; position: fluid; reconfig: now; submit :will; } .deflect { self: importance; action: failure; loss: accountability; concede: submit; } .reprocess { stagnate: self; state: manic; undo: choices; surrender: capitulation; }

manipulators (orgy of the damned)

boys of summer summon sums of boy typical sums of imprinted boy tyranny manipulated pattern propagation of boy the holistic sum tyranny of boy boy tyranny makes victims manipulating boy has lost interest in tyranny boy has lost interest in imprinted boy boy will not b boy manipulator

ii. manipulated

ii. manipulated is a collection of visual & aural works created between 2004 and 2006.

a load-bearing shaft

here is baby he was promiscuously dangling the thought he is a little load-bearing ingenue


unshare history delete cache unhide reconfigure self

the artifacts of being watched

there r eyes like cotton swabs in the night sounds revealing day scurrying amidst the clatter of motion pictures scored with cello solos heads aloft soft pillows wishing sweet dreams 2 children of our past prop thoughts 2 serve as all-spice on 6 of the 7-courses with featured entrees feasts of us r the simple feedings our time is running out inspired 2 unravelled looking @ the horizon for the first sign of light baggage settled curb-side hoping the innocence leaving returns upon departure depleted from an unknown origin but salvageable & i would like to accommodate it


autocratic automaton compress / decompress contrasting & expansive data packets reconfiguring self unshare history delete cache unhide reconfigure self

the perforated

sycophants r participants & participants r sycophants

peace of pretty

trying to find calm its the most beautiful calm

central depression

my head splits open & the central depression alleviated its pressures i found some of the roots & mainstays the causes the creases & the room temperature catalogued portions of my brain the feeling as though i have been collecting the refuse of a sample-sized lifestyle here there and there — Central Depression by POMOPHOBE

low birth weight

young dumb & in need of 1 sum 4 fun in the sun

i. authenticated

i. authenticated is a collection of visual & aural works created between 2002 & 2004.