martedì 13 marzo 2012


messages hors service - #02 - deep puddle theme song, d.p.d., the taste of rain... why kneel (1999)



«la poesia invece è stata rimpiazzata dal rap, attraverso il quale continua a essere viva e vegeta». 

j. franzen

forse viene troppo comodo partire dalle assurdità, dette o fatte da qualcuno, per scrivere un post. è troppo comodo se non si ha una qualche controprova dell'assurdo, benché circoscritta a un'area minoritaria della controversia. se si ha questa controprova, però, è bene farla vedere a qualcuno, magari a chi si occupa della conservazione, dello status quo argomentativo. 
se sei in ascolto, chiunque tu sia, fai uno sforzo e fatti un favore: leggi qui sotto. 
non si tratta di rimpiazzo, ma di espansione.

d.b.


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descending on the center _ from the outskirts of obscurity _ with a raised fist _ symbolization of the urgency _ strength blowing kisses and winks toward adversity _ subtle yet as vital as the ink on your currency _ I’m currently spiraling sinking inking melatonin toning governing soft _ naturally firm in “lost _ fell off the edge of the whirlpool” thoughts _ intangible _ in this civilization _ lacing loud scream _ slew attachment to parchment _ in my apartment we all wear yellow rubber jackets _ give me some more I’d like to taste _ swallow it whole and wipe your face _ tickling at your sense of thought _ this square is brought for knowledge _ apply it ripples twisting _ twisting your gnomes trickle _ or lack of the above _ this crowd submerge yourself in puddles light reflecting off soft waves _ make it a blurred aspect subject _ to ponder the vertical dynamics of further respect _ one cannot truly feel the mass between the top and bottom points _ h2o is a symbolism we have chosen to use as an anointment _ thoughts are sent _ thinking it skimming it skip in dip in my entire action creator and popular inflator flotation devices are your vices _ dislocate your elevator _ later you will yearn and pray if the liquid form break from the norm _ open wide face up to attempt to and take particles from the storm _ you’ve thirst for substance of decisive ground _ twice as round as your skin’s tough wait no further _ we touch bottom and break surface depth as our eldest daughter _ with your eyes and no one's fear  

I took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet on the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ we’re saved _ a puddle

bestill the shores bend and splash _ heavy rye on life preserve _ but still pouring friend _ I’m asking asphault may I melt here _ beat down by the aquarium that we all deserve to break from _ reflecting what's observed _ deep straight and every curve _ swerve and meant to contend with four _ with life form purposes served _ I put my greatest foot into the ice cold pool _ and roll off the most intense of steps been ever _ the rebels _ leviathan _ risen _ prominence _ wet stone _ monolith _ drinking _ continence _ and the unanimous smells leaking definitely _ is sour of audience _ captive _ isn’t it _ the end and the all-muddied, that’s our humble home _ “you” is a soaked in yes _ release _ niagara _ anxious _ fragments _ pause _ deep puddle dynamics _ we _ an arched antartical snow ball falling through the deserts _ set sensitive _ a fluid too present for dense _ I see numerous seeds free-floating upon the chemistry _ evaporation is non-existence in this conglammorate form by energy _ the dawn contorts the destiny _ pathway unpredictable _ ripples hold the visions _ a chisel in it now positions _ visions waving and squiggling constantly moving hard to realize my eyes _ ears in listening are tools for saving you from your intelligence demise

I took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet on the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ we’re saved _ a puddle

I’m in love with a flying mermaid _ she brings me glass of air and plates _sings me songs of how we used to love concrete _ all my dreams are coral reefs and my love is a tree _ and we view shattered moon like chattering of all the things we (gonna) wanta (oughta) be _ my sweet sound safe cab beauty is far up longing stare at the determined mariner _ navigating through those debating our interest value _ envisioning a reach to arrive on an island where anxious waiters fill the beach _ surfacing for breath, inhale, and then return to the depths _ submerged in the verses where the worth is kept _ viceless _ exotic _ exciting until we evaporate _ draw my mass upon your peninsula _ aquatic colors to illustrate _ the sailing power set within a siren stone _ longing to reach the shore, engulf themselves in music free of pours of mideon _ my word is my springboard _ wearing my water wings for the dive _ and I slit my throat for gills in the event I gotta survive _ we are the raft _ the bank _ the drift _ the kelp _ the 40,000 leagues of inspiration treasured never discovered _ untouched by timeless traveling _ amoebas see the crest overbearing _ no sea-faring individuals are present in my crowd staring _ standing _ fathoming the distance between the existing rationalizations _ against the average pistons fascinations _ it’s handheld _ however as hard as the waves break _ it would take eight hands to craft the puzzle of the puddle’s sake

took a dip last week through the liquid that gathered _ near the tip of that peak that exists in my matter _ I taught myself to survive without my feet on the ground _ I never felt so alive as when I drowned _ a pebble moistened _ vines dripped _ drip _ blessed drip _ were saved _ a puddle we’re all having fun _ laying in the moss _ layed down the tower _ before we all trip _ one finger _ two finger _ three finger _ pregnant _ row row row your reel _ gently down the stream _ merrily _ merrily _ merrily _ merrily _ life is but a sinking feeling

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