vomit into a glass. articulate nothing.

Paradoxically, to feel "large" in the city, one has to retreat to the tiniest of spaces. Much like an animal cornered who makes itself big as a last resort in the face of death, we manifest our greatest power in the corners, cracks, crevices, dark interstices. μεταξύ as absolute presence.

For the past few years, all of my songs have been recorded in the various bathrooms of my various apartments. It is the only place I feel confident enough to belt out tunes. I place my laptop on the stool, sit on the toilet, adjust the instruments so they dont' bang on the wall or sink, and assemble the song.

"vomit in a glass. articulate nothing" was recorded in 2009, a beautiful and tumultuous year where so much was destroyed and created.

vomit into a glass. articulate nothing. by loveIED

the love I.E.D.

"The authorities call it a 'love I.E.D.,' or improvised explosive device, and it is not just an isolated case. Capt. Nabil Abdul Hussein of the Iraqi national police said that six had exploded in the Dora neighborhood of Baghdad alone in the past year."

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assembling the device

10 L Hank Sr.
8 L Leadbelly
7 L Robert Johnson
3 NIN (22.9 cm)
66 kg Texas
66 kg New York City
10 chords of fragrant wood
8 m2 hope
1 case of wine
1 trash can bass
1 acoustic guitar
1 TR-808
1 Synthesizer
1 bag of heart shards
The Geto [sic.] Boys
10 m copper wire

drink one bottle of wine. pour one bottle out for the ancestors. gently place heart shards inside trash can bass. connect synth to drum machine to hope with copper wire. patch unit into the past. drink one bottle of wine. pour one bottle into the trash can. place all items into trash can. hollah at Harlem. hollah at Houston. ignite.

"fuck you."

nacio

eros-->thanatos; birth-->death; creation-->destruction; a small egg falls from a robin's nest onto the scorching concrete-->breakfast