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Crows in the cornfield
09:25
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They drove to their youth. To cars thirsty as a teenagers, skin burnt like there was no tomorrow. The smooth electric hum propelled them back to toxic silence. To bleeched pictures of freedome. Locked in minds screaming for touches like feathers. The harsh birds marked the spot where nature had managed to strike back. To overcome. To erase. But they hoped for mementos. Squeezed in to close together in their vehicle the years spinned. Mind and body deteriorating. Hard soil that had lost its history and function as memorabilia. Bright and skinfrying oblivion nailed them to a narrow present. No place like home when away let you stay – alive.
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For the fourth time this week they put the gun issue on the table. Nights getting darker by the minute. She felt lonely and not so comfortable no more with just closed door. A reactive floodlight? ”Won’t save me from a bite”. Once upon a time she kicked a badger away. No lack of power then, and not now, but this things somehow had to be handled with a bigger shoe. Birds on biohazard grains or a woman insane? They used maglights of military standard but couldn’t see a jack shit. That’s how the fear was lit. Then their minds turned to fuel. All the thoughts of not getting old poured out into a stream of leaking gasoline. Feeding that flaming fear keeping it quirky and queer. Dreaming up the muffled sound of radioactive deers. Made them hunters and collectors.
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Distant swamp radio
08:23
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The itchy rash that grated his fingernails against the forehead. He received echoes of long gone conversations, heat made his eyes watery. He could pinpoint the area for anyone who had the time to look and listen. Not many do this days. He had no choice. The waves hit him with no questions asked. Like burglers, not like ”we want access to your brain could we please lend the key for a while?” Polite was a ten year old word. Dirty as unwashed cars left in the woods to rust away. Deterioration spreading fast from the control center of his brain. Feels like in-game and off-game more and more is all the same. This virtual reality turns him into something far from sane.
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It appears..
08:00
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Noonbell
12:48
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Ronny Rasmusson Creator, composer, artdesign
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Little Gilda is playing
09:20
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Politicians
09:51
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They talked. They held speeches. Nowadays they shout, they smear, insult and tries to con the other one. They tweet and never meet in a discussion leading to anything else than a war of words. Worlds collide and a stride of hate will follow the crash. Ideological mash shown to be the recipe serving the hungry crowd that votes for blood every time the emperor raise the question. He constantly changes that one though. So the only thing you know is that you voted for blood. Beware – I could be your own. Supriseocracy. ”I promise to lie, and keep my lies as a promise to you, cause I am a man of my words, my honour, and my glory.” Never mind what you say, you can always change the story. Telling that doing wrong is doing right if that will avoid a bigger fight. Resistance is not futile. So keep fuck the ones that tells you what to do. Sometimes history proves that doing wrong was setting it right. Even if right was all left after the strike – so wrong was the song of gold and glory when you wake up holding on to the greater good in a no less than a ruin shaped earth in desperate need for salvation. Soothing comfort not southern; north, south, east and west –in no place the freedom fighters should rest. Let’s not make America great, let’s make the world at its best. Sign here and now to start the test.
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Ascending
11:31
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Quarks like a hard rain. Falling in lumps sideways in the sky. We regroup on the battlefield. They regroup within their own atom. ”This shields is solid.” The atoms can be at two places at the same time. When that piece falls into place the shield is no more. After all it is a cluster of atoms that forms molecules and molecules form the kevlar that forms the shields. Fields. In the fields. Being the fields. To protection when the membrane is the brain. A sunscreen can not be built out of sunrays. A defense agains quarks can not be built out of atoms. So they pass through us. One second later we regroup on an empty battlefield – have surrendered without notice. The world has fallen, and we do not know the difference. ”It sure looks the same, maybe they just left”. Maybe they did not. When the cheese has lost its scent even the blind mouse passes by.
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Plasmafuse Sweden
Dystopias are high on Ronny's list. Been Dieselkopf's driving industrial metal head. It fit like a glove because there is a clear cinematic narrative, an epic side to how the sounds are built. As piece by piece, a complex image builds - or a poetic still image film that when it reaches its climax suddenly becomes a clear scene, a multi layer clip. ... more
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