#sideways with a rusted chainsaw

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sahdasjkdhkas so I go to scroll twitter and I just got this pop-up today:

[marcosoropoet]

The Bright Air of a Mountain Sky

1 ~ ...touched down lightly sizzling flash a little sideways: pure white light wave ...6:01 pm 9/13/2020 on green.0005 ray tunnel frequency sluice...shadow stooge,... i was around yesterday though, and the deeply pink glowing sky grew dark quickly in the pungent dankness of a longing alley's oxidized brickwork silently smoldering bloom of orange patinaed rust oozed rampantly over all the brick wall glowing metallic orange and curled up hard burnt rusty charcoal at the thick ragged edges of metal abstraction synesthesia. 2 ~ stirring soft sonic steps running, then rushing mere skirmishes and turn around to look— pulled backwards in an oceanic ebb of time ancient and fresh, insular in its own circularity of more pristine dazzling equations that cannot be told even by a rock n roll star 3 ~ waves roar upon them; sliding over sand, sun in prism glass spill — green-park green-game guard flying off dazed into a smarting angular wave of hard-hitting gravel on the face, trees swirl falling lurching forward. a slow physical crash through time lunge elastic, spacious opulence, dimensions inside quantum refuge warm shelter of being. 4 ~ ...selfdom if i had only known that you were a swerving crunching wrecking monster let loose i... .but, sought movie buzz is clearly chainsaws love human flesh. 5 ~ substantial hard thrashes, violet cords of lightning crack down from the heavy deeply grey and murky clouds, hunkering down — the calico rabbits, for sale, bunched themselves up closely together. the burning tigers kept distance as they illuminated the textured bark of the surrounding trees. a hammering howling rain and wind kept hitting the restaurant window. safe abstract eyes stared out from the reductive provisional mimeograph: replica of the hero, who wrote faux stoic pamphlets of esoterica easily ephemeral 6 ~ electric green pounded into the slamming door of punched unyielding finite text. i will never tell you anything everything or even, not anything. infused conversational associatives secretive, dripping jewel encrusted cubed words reflecting my image in the mossy starlit tarn coded at the far end of horror x sudden hallway startle flickering light fixture eyeballs emit lasers. go inside, shoot purple rays, and insist on "house" or deep dub techno... deep dive))) 7 ~ kaleidoscoping everycolor. gunmetal dark train car. ((( :there ))): ! lone wolfdog washed up his face got dressed, felt gun, filled the tin cup with juice "i knew the cold beneath me was metal and not liquid, boss — "thick blue walls of trees dripping greenest genetically encoded silver-velvet moss" time distortion time dilation, yet: dystopian afternoon/morning moon i know but could you hand me a mirror there for a second. high-speed grainy b&w loop starts again — 8 ~ i have been consoled by radiant fervid rivers, voracious, feverish music for my own pleasure always of a muddled origin, got stuck in the lost time-flush vortex hallways, always empty and cold.no leeway. the coffee keeps you warm a few minutes so...then you just gotta wait it out until the next (((dual-sun portal))) in between the moon-worlds sizzling storms of opal fire jewel tone and aura of radiation ecstasy refracting space-time fabric groundswell of heaving sodden gravity slung iterations of time dilation wavelength disruptions in a golden sky with a shimmering borealis effect. 9 ~ in the sharp darkness of evening's shining silhouettes of trees spreading out over roofs closeby the dusk's hazes, soft bruised cherry-pink cloudswirls glowing warm and red, deep blue in the endless sky 10 ~ astronaut's dna changed by time in space — time & space altered by time & space: 11 ~ thoughts spread out through a kinetic time lens, enigmatic niche taking in slowed transactions parallel time.non-linear.brain teaser.mind-fuck. puzzle piece flux, inside hidden dimensions. invisible to the naked — 12 ~ all these trees are the colors of dark bread crusts and the bright air of a dazzling mountain sky over a breathing field of wind-stirred blue and yellow wildflowers. hyper-vivid. hours before dusk contact. ~ Marcos Oro

[marcosoropoet]

Subtextual

1~ With a curious reluctanct endearment I push open the old mossy stone door once more, more so, its creaks razor sharp, its groans prolonged, and even if you might chance upon my being away on furlough, which begs the question... yet, still, I bid you come along enter since I am alone, tonight, and all I think of is you. the interface efficient, see if there's anything...again as it is always; to see if there's anything, again. something electric and vast. something that is from day to night to day... something brilliantly bright Still, I must cover myself from the brightness of day, and I am not ashamed. Those people laughing outside sound like hyenas post modulation. If I were from your earth, hype would arouse and excite me maybe (it is so often manufactured & crafted so irresistibly)... even ciphered anomalous flarfy glitches or black spidery realizations frozen in mid-scream my feet don't feel as though they are touching and treading ground. searingly clear & hyper-real floating Hey! Hey! (waving) I see somebody- (running up to them)— Hey! I see someone walking towards me across the street, but in my dream, the clumps of greyish snow don't allow me to see how they are (((walking)))...hard to record my found footage audio and video.shit!!! movie buzz is chainsaws love human flesh ~ 2~ mysterious more glancing out the car window the burning needle embroidering curtains of cloud-mystifying infinite violet and red radio tableaux, a tactile postmodern nostalgic melancholy.... affixing associatives in rampant aggregate slowness; flashing known images of fields, houses, rusted fixtures, patinaed a bright orange red-brown, horses, & certain deep periwinkle blue wildflowers she really likes... in my private self I lose the center of this piece and plunge, more into the fingerprints fetching a face, myself, I see you. that I am here. a punchyouface tongue-out in the funhouse restrained endless cloistered chasm trauma loop I penetrated through damaged fake tongue warning, our glass galaxy, is after all, suspended awash in opal blue, an oceanic wave of time is sweetly scrawled: because it must do with time. 3~ navigated by the black-cloud rope smoke of inertia & cold slanting rain pummeling under sound pounding studio bootleg basement lichen leavening every square inch of air awestruck with violet reversal, we looked horrified brain crazy. all the while the aroma of desert sage, outdoor coffees and our blue sky is never the same again you know you... frozen still burning quantum dreaminess, inside the black hole, light blue-grey microcosm ruse of identity melting frog candy, causal spinning eyes almost deeper now. no it's a red splatter handprint of smoke darkening room spacestealing nihilistic distorted space erasure gutted black caricature inert everything offends and our blue-grey microcosm ruse of inertia & movie buzzing endless timestamped outtakes; rain pummeling under sound pounding studio bootleg basement rhythm & blues hmmmmmmmmmmmm... harmonica: an imparted sharp musical squeal fell to the glass floor cracking in quickly fissuring musical inches of bubbling silver flash guitar wailing hard...itsa gotsa wail hard chil' (((Twang))) itsa gonsta wail so hard chil' ev'ry night and day (((Twang-a Twang Twang))) I sed, heh (((Atwang-a Twang Twang)))...Wwwelll... 4~ navigated by the black hole, light blue sky is never the same again you know you... frozen still burning inert everything offends and is confusing every square inch of air awestruck with tricky quantum reversal mindbend episode triggers blooming we looked Horrified Brain Crazy. all the while the aroma of ice blue desert sage, outdoor black coffees every square electric inch of raw air grimace— Hardcore Serious Animal Real serial repeated ditching Sequences when I move my hand beyond the light The sky the sharpest expert royal blue, chalk-white-bark. Rose-red threads weave dreams of Blustering Roses under Blue-Black Skies. Fingerprints fetch a face, mystifyingly filed in with the letters X&Z, "I was jus' goin' down tha street...heh, did you jus' mutt'r: "ramshackle derelic', you suppose, inside trash industrial chain link fake funk tongue warning out through damaged electronic faked out tongue "tutti-frutti" baby babeh...sound pounding out the center of this piece's fingerprints really gettin' down tuhnite babeh?! "I sho' enuf did...babeh! "whew! fetched me a face, myself (I lose) (I like) the black-cloud chasm trauma Looked Horrified by the Presence of Air Awestruck Twice in the Frozen Half of yesterday overlapping superimposing quietly with minimal embellishment. The morphing stand-alone Center of Inert-Everything Feral Chasm Trauma dormant looked horrified brain crazy in The Center of a Fresh Gelatinous Engineered Peach...glowing bright, Lime Yellow Lava Projected Blobs melting one into the other in citrus and cinnamon associative scents...synthetic dark patchouli notes~ —in the back: the band's waiting, twitching, rustling around edgily rumbling, banging about; a cymbal clashes and everyone registers the unique sound: their muffled pranks continue to keep themselves cracking up so badly— geeks re-recording the faux equivalent of dated found filler footage super8mm reductive spotlight trash b-roll fantasy knockout...drums pound and roll hard, cymbals clash, band members filmed yawning on silvery scratched up film...looking wildly blank, dressed weird on purpose, sitting in a chair, red and green brocade...sensational auteur angles...superimposed out of frame constant quirky jump cuts in a jerky slow motion— urns of inertia & rain pummeling navigating the serpentine candle-lit old-brick-passages and*time portals*> >>> > >>> >>> >>> >>>] the needle burning the LP deep past midnight baby soft background scratches and easy funk vibes playin' slow... far deep-red basement cloister black and white art deco textiles, stepping inside the trauma loop pattern I penetrated, tossed inside trash industrial cinema churning, suffused in streaming bluecloud fingerprints fetch a face, inside industrial trash cinema churning, the conversation...the recording. In my private self I lose the car window's identity.mystifying, shaping emptily, basement chairs of faked tongue warning spread out vastly, magenta clouds, pink moons, and a green rope smoke of flame and licking fire, makes the whole skylook green chalk white mottled bark beyond the light microcosm grey-blue light quantum ore skips time burning still frozen smoldering deep grey-moss ruse of rubber spider legs identity melting, causal spinning eyes almost deep splatter handprint of smoke darkening room spacestealing nihilistic distorted space erasure gutted black caricature hardcore serious real serial electric implements, repeatedly ditched the trophies, skipped the noir and hard-boil egg-peeled the victims, one by one "momma-momma, this is whin thuh program starts up, showin' yuh all thoze pitchers of thuh serial killahs strikin' ag'in and ag'in in a weirt circl' were thuh camera slowly zooms out tah revill from direc'ly ovahhead one of 'em momma, insahd anothuh large circl' of all kindsa weaponry...lookit fur yerself momma...see? 5~ sequences are stilled when I move my eyes beyond the light of the venetian blinds, and complancies of lilac valances... (the wind outside howls through the slanting rain). it's always been a miasmic isolated place... grey, dank, overgrown with burbling albino moss... and a rare and very deep-violet lichen. 6~ I Sn-nuuuck*- - - through the/hee-hee-hee/house HaLLWays to the LaUnDrysome clothes done...clotheschangecolor .but they chanGeUPchange t he t he...eeeeethecolor clothes of clothes negativo to the "neGative" négatif of the O/riginal ColOr…no bot 2///bot3-x-x-x pod cast install bot 4: synthesizing other annoyed bots and aberrant rogue algorithms. "mamA MAma MAmewww oOoO HURREeEe I think up hurry it's those _S-SErial KillaHS down dowNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNstairs DOWn...thuh...B-B-block :LIVE alien tunnel collapse horror[FILm/ed pure filmic inversion filmed Livestream accessible: entry portals close in 5 earth or increments|..../*/*/* |repeat : audio is still sideways\ again-0-no/…\t00—Trying hardto regain the-camera Again. noise/sounds lik|e plain staticXXX}]}]}]fweepooowha-wheee ---interference c*r*a*c*k*l*in*g/ there unidentifiable. Heavy static, beeps, and clicks...we are proceeding—I REPEAT we are proceeding—Lock it the fuck down NOW and bounce! Radio...banging noises...repeated thuds, garbled audio/an indistinct scream, but a clearly sequenced human scream from next door, listen for it when the tape is run back. Very loud—yikes! I think it's that guy with the hat and flimsy raincoat. 7~ Lightflash pinball machine arcades are an ambient and surprising ethos of cheap hyper bright jewel tone lights, many mirrors re-reflecting low art in other mirrors, projected radiant phases of the resonating stadium roar were pure human-machine. For forgive for interrupt inter attention ACTION cycle breakthrough exchange cycling down. I am the machine, and myself we beg rest...just the pittance of a few nano seconds & infinity are virtually interchangeable...please I need to re-up, to get well: you might complex : compress : comprehend|:| you probably may not even see but I must shut down now:/command.> override to optional personalized AI thought interface access5access4access3access2access 1access- - / |---------------------------------- ----- * Utter Quintessential granted key-trace ///-...enter code signal * ///code: : : crackling smoky synapses trailing electrical eclectic thought, lightning... tv program black-out: energy matrix, excursus scrutinized: Carnival bumper cars trail ceiling sparks gloriously arcing a piercing blue spray of cascading fire & silver smoke sputtering and spraying flashes of bright blue dotted iterations of light rawly all over our heads— that smelt so burnt-up & good. ~ Marcos Oro