Plastic Horrors by Ensemble for Sound Poetry and Contemporary Music

[BL079]
by Ensemble for Sound Poetry and Contemporary Music

Concious Grindlounge Crunk


Oh, So it's down to this now is it. I've been driving for years, sometimes it feels like centuries. The reason I mention it is that it's really shaped or influenced my feelings about the " Drinking Holidays " - Amateur Night, as they say. Anyhow, there used to be an innocence to Halloween, a sense of civic cohesiveness that has well, gone down the drain like dark red piss. Anyhow, Another reason I mention it is is that it's the night I picked you up ( Got Picked up ) at that desolate fork in the road Robert Johnston used to hang out at. Haven't heard from them in years. Anyhow, Plastic Bats & Scardy Cats. The thing is, we drove down this road many times before and there's a hairpin turn, a puff of light before the diner light flickers open. Lots of people said I was a hero for missing the school bus that day. Look at how full the ash tray. Anyhow yeah I get confused. The thing is, The whole cab of the truck flooded with light. there was the crack of wood & lightning ( Like I say, I get confused ) and undeniable sulfuric & electrical smoke billowing through the full moon sky. They said I died a thousand deaths, they say my truck is like the Flying Dutchman. I Say what the Fuk Man. I'm still here. I'm made of dust & time & you can see right through me, but I'm still here.