5 New Nine Inch Nails songs

Not The Actual Events EP out today online from their NIN website.

My Favorite Hero is back! yay!!!!

Let me know what you all think of these 2 new songs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Wolfgang Plucks out his Symphony Madness

Ecclesiastic home pieces imitation
of coded apocalypse – Symphony 219,
evening hive 618537,
should the complacent epilators
glossy the comorbidity cavalier unconventionally?

Prefixed sonata wink – we requiem through concomitant skims –
Saints call the danger pinnacle malaise clue corpus method.

Pluck the blizzards
irrational ribbed madness,
Odin muttering riddles you’ve unlocked –
engraved Wolfgang tender, piano techno pelisse dementia,
Waiting psychiatry?…your move.

 

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Concescastors Slurped Off Decayed Sounds (A Collaboration with Nathalie Purpleanais and I)


I kissed a ghost –

its lips take me to a sensual disillusionment,
brought on by a textured touch papier-mâché –
exacerbated by a beached whale
who whispers weird tales in my ear
as I am sipping on my beer.

Concescastors summoned Babylon.
The subgenius behemoth
unshackles all the deluded minds
that hit the asylum walls.

Bleeding thoughts! Said the salamander surgeons –
Who discovered a vile tantric;
slithering around the world
& against the mint galactic blues.

Unholy communion—
cerebral abrasions—

A broken compass needle swinging back and forth –
sanity catatonic, insanity seducing north.

Decopygmenes slurp evidence off a decayed dictionary.
The words plea for help!
The words laugh soundly!

I’m sitting underneath the lemon tree
where Aristophanes contemplates
and studies the honey bees
unconsciously touching the crease in his sleeve.

They beg to slip in the shoe void Amsterdam.
Was the mirror not stretching integrity
enough to fall on its own compassion?

Certainly, Van Gogh penniless and in despair –
tried to drown himself in the deep sunflower fields
which had long haunted his dreams –
Too bad though, the dreadful diamonds called out his bluff.

 

 

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I’ve had the most honor and pleasure to have collaborated with Nathalie Purpleanais. She’s an incredible writer, brilliant mind, and intellectually creative.  Please visit her page – her work is a must read and very important. 

https://arwenaragornstar.com/

Thank you Nathalie. 🙂

 

 

 

Her Tongue Forms Gills in Testaments

Introverts moth out the shitshow dermoid pierce,
crambo cheap furfuraceous –
neatly souls packaged in a tight sealed pompholyx.

It forms advertisement murmuration.

Liars darted.

Draconian death
excoriates Peshitta,
chagrin in carcinogen.

Over pain my nauseous knell fury.

Her taming look
derisions the open rumbling,
bumps perfidious –
triumphs displeasure,
spooking testaments gills of unpropitious tongue.

Vomitorium pipits the disorienting spew Vera,
minutia talk –
wheeling way the dour alopecia,
middleward blindfold contrite other,
senectitude you, repudiate the papilla inimical.

Hate noisome,
cicatrix the macula buzzers smeared –
diverticulum hears a knock at the door;
peaks through the window
oh! It’s Mr. suicide coupon
come to deliver our choice fate for free.

 

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