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Emergent Texts and Songs

Co-Constructed by Randy, Emily, Suía, Julían; Lisbon, March 2020

 

I. DNA, Elastic, Forests 

Meandering through open forests allows spacious waters to emerge. I thought about they’re love box and licked their traces. Elastic plastic baby senses fantastic orifices expand fluidly. We chose dreams over reality, submerged our hearts in chocolate glue. Chewing thoughts reveal nothing and candles reveal smell. Empty shoes take walks towards beaches that melt elemental jewels. Iridescent rainbows illuminate grief bones. 

 

II. Wildness, Temporary, Skin

If only we had more time to discern what matters to us. Then we could make sex manifest easier, softer, less entangled, more brave. Embracing temporary changes and shit particles or is it party gals? or is it temporary places? Skin flourishes like flowers in the sky, wildness fills the empty spaces. I run towards myself, picking up broken plates, or are they broken hearts? Or effervescent cases? Sometimes I just want to dance. Sometimes i need to be touched in all the right places. Other times when i’m sweating i’m wondering if my skin is crying. Porous tears, eternal landscapes. 

 

IV. Plant, Stone, Fire 

Bitch, where is my money? Please give me back my things. Why did you forget everything suddenly, like shooting stars at night? Pay me in attention and kisses, i’m a leo. Pay me in a tension bb i’m unreal for real. Chomp chomp bitches chomp chomp. Eating up, putting down, spitting out, turn around. Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, a little bit in love with it. I plant fleshy fixtures that turn into stone at midnight and then we sip champagne until there’s nothing left of us except evaporated fire. 

V. Sex, Erotic, Desire

I thought about sex and we couldn’t agree. So um hahah then we tried to fuck fuck again and think: what? What and how not to be willing to propose something new. Everyday I think about erotic intimacy. Never occurred to me something like rejection or waterfalls could happen. Then they really desired to hit asses. We failed to manifest reality together. Who’s stone healed our broken system? Or is it a heart? Finished? Go on? Think so? No. Continue. Where are we? But, ideas of being distracted by gender confused Bob. Beyond sex there are fantasies and shit. Queerness performs jellyfish. 


 

VI. Quarantine, Touch, Boundary

In the limit of touch we desire it. Sometimes the planet questions our skin. This boundary, presence, environment and mess invites internal...What if transmission process becomes touch. Transformation as dance heals goodbyes between everyone recently. Crisis, exchange, nothing. Nothing. Wildness, excess, heterogeneity, suspicious chains bred. So traces evaporate my eyes. Memory creates therapeutic truths. Temporary DNA  performs feelings of elastic yearning and different fears pulses. And that that that danger mirrors mirroring collective. Protection, ashes, earthy while roots inherit are bananas. What if we write erotic potentialities in the future? Trans perceptions and transitions amplify traditionality. I cannot avoid ordinary functions. However, social shapes present enormous cocks and famous assholes. Compositionally, sex guides our matter of a binary explosion. Boundaries rescue time. Ha ha ha ho ho hA. Not later, but NOW! This motor invigorates and evacuates vulnerability. Please question why Laurie Anderson speaks about discography’s intensity. The precarity implicates quiet intentions. Personally, finding violent share friends who fight against soft is ecstasy. Pleasures involve changing commitments, territories, and layers that embody fantasy and virus. Continue? Go on? YEah. Force becomes reality and power and beyond my will. I said flowers don’t change forests anymore. Maybe existential way figures safe art. We demand attention. Somewhere microphones echo insecurity cu cu cure Curity. What the FUCK, we think. And who the fuck we think. Quarantine has allowed divorcing of bureaucracy inside, because we undress fake heads with singing water. 


 

Song 1. 

Meandering through open forests (x 2)

allows spacious waters to emerge.(x2)

I thought about they’re love box and licked their traces (x4)

Elastic plastic baby senses fantastic orifices expand fluidly.

We chose dreams over reality, submerged our hearts in chocolate glue. (4)

 

Chewing thoughts reveal nothing and candles reveal smell. Empty shoes take walks towards beaches that melt elemental jewels. Iridescent rainbows illuminate grief bones. 

Song 2. 

I thought about their love and then I thought about their love and then I thought about their love and then I

Thought about their love and then I thought about their love and then I thought about there love and

 

Then I...

 

I thought about their love box and licked their traces

elastic plastic baby fantastic

 

We chose dreams over reality, submerged our hearts in chocolate glue and candy

 

I thought about their love and then I thought about their love and then I

thought about their love and then I thought about their love and then I thought about there love and then I...

 

Chewing thoughts reveal nothing, and candles reveal smell

Empty shoes take walks toward beaches that melt elemental shells Iridescent rainbows illuminate grief bones

Meandering through forests allow spacious waters to emerge

 

And then I....

 

thought about their love and then I thought about your love and then I thought about your love and then I thought about your love and then I thought about your love and then I thought about your love and then i... 

 

Song 3. 

BiiiiIIIIIIiiiiiIIIIIiiiiiiIIIIiiiiiIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch where is my moneyyyyyyyyyyyyy?

 

BiiiiiiiIIIiiiiiiiiIIIIIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch please give me back my things.

 

BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH

 

Pay me in attention and kisses Pay me in attention and more Pay me in attention, I’m a Leo Pay me in attention I want more

 

I’m unreal for real I’m real for real

 

Chomp chomp

I’m unreal for realI’m real for real

 

Chomp chomp bitches

 

Pay me in attention and kisses Pay me in attention I’m yours Pay me in attention, I’m a Leo Pay me in a tension

 

I’m more I’m unreal for real

 

Chomp chompI’m real for real Chomp chomp bitches

 

I’m real for real I’m unreal for real

 

Pay me in attention and kisses Pay me in attention and more Pay me in attention, I’m a Leo Pay me in a tension

 

I want more

 

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely, a little bit in love with it

And I plant fleshy fixtures that turn into stone at midnight and we sip champagne until there’s nothing left of us except evaporated fire 

 

Song 4. 

If only we had more time to discern what matters to us. 

 

Then we could make sex manifest easier softer less entangled more brave.

 

Embracing temporary changes and shit particles

or is it party gals?

or is it temporary places?

 

Skin flourishes like flowers in the sky Wildness fills the empty spaces

 

I run towards myself picking up broken plates or are they broken hearts

 

Sometimes I just want to dance

Sometimes I need to be touched in all the right places

Other times when I’m sweating I’m wondering if my skin is crying Porous tears, eternal landscapes 

 

Co- Constructed by Miya, Sanchita, Emily October 2020

I. Moods, Bizarre, Dissociated

Recently I have been thinking about moods. Because honestly it has been annoying to decide what to feel. I want another bizzare world to disassociate from and disconnect ferociously and create lasting images. They aren’t listening and to my voice. Never underestimate bitches who are loud not to stutter. So anyway I’ve am what were you saying when I kissed this computer. Tomorrow I want another bagel and two cups of vodka plus salad and birds. Another question to you would be how deep fried love could be? My feather fucked my dog. So I cried and dance and shivered with grief and that’s what this is. Tomorrow sunshine flowers. Otherwise Matilda will kill Bruce and you will regenerate fire. I thought about myself because I’m in love with me not life. This monologue startles no one but you also because I’m upset about everything. 

 

II. Mental, Information, Guilty

Hello my name was darkness. As to explain this song I had enough of information to explode the mental limit. I want to hug you. But I would never do something so irresponsible and I would always check for errors in judgment. I’m on medicines that fuck your eye m socket believe in god that help me overcome this guilty behavior. Generous enough to excavate this person named Olivia who stopped rains from falling from nowhere. Rain should fall from hell in another dimension. This sound makes me tremble with confusion and excitement. So what was that fucking drama with Olivia?  I know. Yo people who love rain! This isn’t a game for little losers like me. Game high score below my window pane. Together food must be eaten not wasted. 

III. Wave, Room, Love 

You’re waving tail says hi to my love. Before they’re entry to my heart and flower pot. I forgot all of my stories and rings. Anyways, that flush brought me good omens like wildfires and rainbows, so I thought of this experiment and dreamt of hitting past rocks! My room was bright and colorful like your papaya. Wishful thinking never hurts me when I soar above gold earrings. Oceans, parks by streets, busses drive through mountains filled with papaya. Fruitbowls make great love stories and sad movies that cause tears, sickness, death. Heat stroke caught spiders in Picasso while he cut coffees and his pajamas into ears, headphones, sound laughter. This memory fades like watercolors dipped into chocolate muffins and cooked quiches. Although the waves turned dark, I shivered. 

 

IV. Economy, Avoid, Interesting 

Hilarious dolls make wonky dances that enlighten spirits. I avoid troublesome people because I’m super troublesome myself. Interestingly, it’s working for me because I attempt calculated love. Economy proves to avoid relational dynamics, damaging souls that crush dreams, instead I live without dreams of my happiness. Trees grow in damp waters that fuel battles of ghost riders. My intention for nothing important revealed my heart rate. Spicy routes take long seatbelts and tricky jokes like this one. Flowers penetrate pussies that avoid petals. Tomorrow I’ll travel nowhere because it’s my right to relax! Teaching drama to babies scares her because babies know too much. The Theater isnt empty, it’s stuffed with songs. This feeling reminds me of hurricanes and homelands like forests, cityscapes, and dumpsters? Bye. Say again what your country wants to fuck? My country cannot sustain four onions or horses that gallop across Westwood. We don’t tire easily like you. You, however, exhaust tires, the earth, and sunshine. I would speak if you would nod.

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