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As Lake Itasca Spills

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Written and all instruments and spoken word performed by Krist Krueger. Recorded at Haywire Recording Studio (Portland, OR). Engineered by Robert Bartleson. Produced by Krist Krueger and Robert Bartleson. Music and words by Krist Krueger.

lyrics

36 years in, 36 days in a half year bedridden with three tons of weighted immaterial creationist negative thought pressing this physical form into the mattress deep, holding, tied to the tracks, a damsel in distress, wishing for the ceiling to come crashing crushingly down, thrusting me back, into the void.

Unavoidable anxiety riddled facial tics, visible, obvious, embarrassing. All failed attempts at suppression leading only to a greater impact. Floating singly through this conscious awareness in a near perpetual state of existential crisis, never truly believing this isn’t merely dreamscape, figment amalgams of one another’s programming, swimming in the open air all data and code, binding non-binary.

This programming flawed, bowing, bending, praying under a giant ash, connected and rooted with the mother. She repeats, you may never be abandoned for you are always walking upon me, connected, I am the world. Father sun scolds with burning flesh as a reminder of his ever-present touch.

But this brief and fleeting felt-sense of connectivity, a moment slipping from clutched crooked fingers, returning to the maze of human socialization, flash and awe; destitute, diminished, defeated, forever in search of the origin source of these ever-mingling tributaries carving crooked lines ever southbound in a mapless vision.

Manic
Depression
Obsessive
Compulsion
Tourette’s
Anxiety
Bipolar
Empathy

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from Ø​Ø​Ø | Epithets, track released November 21, 2017

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