Turmoil/Carnage/Brave Light

The following may be considered an excerpt from a very scientific piece called, Elephants are Elegant, by anonymous.


ahem...


Roaches are in the market. They are currently being picky about oranges. 
                  
 "I hear these are somewhat dry. Will you hold this while I adjust my hat?" 


Roaches are also learning Korean to please the family. When Roaches from different places, faces, and races fall in love, they do a lot within their power to assimilate the characteristics of the other's family. 


This is a cute and pretty process to witness.


Some Roaches go to the coffee shop to be around as many pretty Roaches as possible. They sit and they think, usually about no more than two things. They tap their legs on the table or the ground or a piece of difficult literature. They are certain that no other's mind is as good as the one that they deserve. 


Science shows that these are very sad Roaches.   


In specific, roaches are very sensitive beings. They feel the weight of their population as it increases. This sensation occurs to them through a manner of vibration. Every day said vibration intensifies. Some scientists say that this feeling my be likened to the slow and gradual increase in power of a vibrator held between the teeth. Other scientists say that it's not. 


In many roach circles, stories of heros have emerged. I heard from a scientist about one such story. I will tell it now.


   One day, a Roach became severely pregnant. She was filled with joy. Her baby was to be the promise of the future, a vessel for all of the hopes and dreams of her brothers/sisters.
   She spent all of her energy pouring knowledge into the egg in her belly. She was so delightfully validated by her newfound feeling of terrible purpose. She would tell her baby of all the pains of it's living relations. She wrote songs for her baby, encapsulating fear and worry in melody. She thought, "If he begins thinking about these problems now, perhaps he will have an advantage!" She was giddy. 
   Finally, the day came when she was to give birth. She felt calm enough, and the egg slid out in time with only a little trauma to her body. It certainly was a grand egg.
   A strange thing came over her as she gazed upon her egg. To her surprise she became filled with an overwhelming disgust. She absolutely and scientifically loathed the look of the perfect, shiny dimensions. 
   She sat near to it and seethed. Her mind began to wander toward choking herself on the egg, thrashing her body against it until she was killed.
   In the end, she settled for a campfire. She rolled the egg onto the fire, and in a few moments it began to boil. The shell was breached by the pressure of the hot inside, and out of the breach came the dead leg of her baby. It was restful.
   She then went to the woods and thought about what she had done.


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Ok. So this is so silly, but I must talk about it. boyfriend must be renamed. 


In a way, I feel I have known this from the beginning. God, doesn't life just seem like that? You learn a thing, and it feels like you knew it the whole time. I wish I could just learn all of the things that I already know right now! No more of this paradoxical circular bullshit. 


So. I don't know. There are a bunch of other bands with the name boyfriend, and I don't feel like fighting for it. 


When I began the solo project, the question of using my own name or a new name weighed heavily on my mind, as most trivial things do. I opted for using a new name because I knew that I would be involved in so many projects by the time I'm killed by the illuminati. I was thinking it would be easier to be fluid. 


What I found was that having the name boyfriend did not make it any easier to prevent myself from identifying with that which I was creating. (THESE BABIES IS MY BABIES!! THESE BABIES IS MEEEEEEEEEE(!@)*R#{*R )


Fuck cleverness. I always default to cleverness. I hate it! Heartfelt is so much better. 


Speaking of heartfelt. The song "Hideaway" by Karen O is fucking beautiful. Something about it. I mean. I definitely always gravitate towards that aesthetic. Well... her vocal style really gets me and has caused me to think. I approach my vocals like a soul singer. It has always seemed sensical to me that if I put in a ton of energy and feeling, the listener will receive it. When I listen to this song by Karen O, I'm struck by the minimalism of her delivery. The melody is simple, the words are simple, the chords are elementary, and somehow it's gut-wrenching. I worry that all my feelings will get in the way of people feeling the songs that I write. hm.


Alright alright... I know that I'm entering into dangerous territory here. You're thinking, "But there are so many things to be considered! ..time of day, bladder capacity, nature of one's childhood, the list goes on."


And, you're right. There is no formula. The bottom line is that Karen O succeeded with that song. She got me. So you, all three of you, go get it and be gotten. Get GOT! GONE!


I love you,
bc