(ER083) Consistency Nature – The Incessant Now

I have nothing to say here. The track has nothing to say here. In one moment I spend eternity catching and spreading disease. Loving all that my immune system accepts, for that is all we have to distinguish ourselves from our surroundings, and yet this love is a lie, for all is venom and our body can fight off none of it. Only spread it through sex, which in actuality is masturbation, with the whole wide world. When the fatal spider bite takes hold, there shall be time of grief sorrow and immense pain, but then nothing, the pain is vanquished and rot has offered its remedy. With fangs dripping with the elixer of destiny my flesh is punctured with every tick of the clock, with every beat of the heart, with every frenzied impact on the snares and hi hats, with every azure sunset. Interpretive dance, prophetic convulsing, but not at my ease. Mathematics is for the dogs but shall persist and govern my erosion long after my ashes have been spread about this milky way of ours, formulating, with precision, a totality of discordant chaos, the guffaw of the bourgeoisie, the birth of white hot stars. The stars above are ancient, what we see of them was their flickering from eons ago. Their state in the moment we breathe is not one we shall ever see. They look to the night sky, those stars, and see that our sun is long gone, and oblivion reigns in that little spot we inhabit. And still you hold the notion that you hold the antidote in your art, your love, your bone marrow.

Album: The Incessant Now

Artist: Consistency Nature

Bitrate: 16 kbps



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Emanate the residue, my friends. All foundations have dismantled. The veils have all lifted. The stench of rot is in the air. Breathe in the aroma deeply, my friends. You, a fellow secreter of radiance and soul. Let us dissolve reality and float about in the primordial world where everything imaginable comes to pass. Come, transcend the mud by digging into it. My friends, let us bask in the effluvia of it all!






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