"Immaculately dark social commentary from vocalist of Pelts (and ex-Realicide) 2014-15 collection of photography, xerox collage, and "No Dogs No Masters" poem (featured on Disinformation) after relocation to Los Angeles. 26 pg, full color (where applicable) " - RYR

http://disinfo.com/2014/12/no-dogs-no-masters/

"No Dogs No Masters"

Time feels so must faster now
Buy a suit for a job interview with a pyramid scheme
Reply to emails from robots disguised as single women

Letters from debt collectors
Pills to cut the fat
Missing persons on a dirty Xerox
adhered with packing tape to a telephone pole

researching symptoms on a mobile device
in the parking lot of a grocery store
feeling optional dilemma for diseases
loading
elusive realities
belligerent fantasies
the mc rib is back eternally
that new batman movie
with software updates
and higher definitions
get fucked up in multiple dimensions
tags for likes
funeral selfie
decision fatigue is an exploitable human condition
its like overpriced candy at the check out
filibuster and movie sequel barricade the part of my brain
that can make rational non-Freudian decisions

microphones pointed in your mouth
wired podiums
stored conversations
the word delete
replaced with archive
just to let you know
that everything you type
is somewhere you can’t see

the dust coming in thin layers
Nobody cares, nobody remembers,
So try to try harder
I heard there’s a meteor
in 2028 that’ll wipe out C alifornia to the desert
supplies of water and air
might not always be here
but nobody cares, like I don’t even really care
I just wanna get it so focus

stare into the distance like a dog with no master
ripping thru the night like a firecracker wheel

and you know all along that if you just stopped wanting
the suffering stops and you get what you need
but you cant stop thinking of what you’d be doing
with all your solutions now

picking up speed, oiled machine
whipping thru dust and bug spray
like a living breathing walking target
taxidermied heads on the mantle
5 gallon vessels of gasoline

the stove clock resets
and blinks midnight forever
green glow thru pitch black

midnight forever
take a bennadryl and hit the fetal position
flood light eyeball glisten coyote

i don't have time for potential
i don't have time for desire

creation isn’t real
we build shrines, we build tools
its architecture
distorted by thirst,
neurosis, bureaucracy,
until they’re cleaning the streets every week
ticketing religiously
while the sidewalk turns black with bubble gum

my friend saw this mom give her baby a picture in a frame
and the baby tried to swipe it like an iPad
face in a blue screen
with nothing but a body thinking
machines are all extensions of that
everything that happens can be classified as nature
and if we build another coliseum
its kind of like a flower
rearranging elements for
some kind of display

no new poets
abbreviate everything
live show holograms’
of kurt cobain
monitor my progress
while I drink a bottled water
melted from a glacier
with methane gas

surrounded in sacred palms that absorb formaldehyde from couches
the gang tags appear and disappear behind layers of municipal paint
back seats fill with shattered glass,
Lamborghinis doing donuts in a parking lot
with and atm chained to the back
donuts tacos laundry mat
Don’t call just text
Don’t wait just go

Grids never ending
Permanently buffering new sequences of brown paper bags
with a dude so decrepit in a military jacket
rambling at me but really he's not saying shit
nothing to lose
but a haunted body
wrapped in tough alligator flesh

information becomes noise
people smoking dmt
after reading about shamans on erowid
browsing netflix
checking instagram
gambling on algorithms
repping our personal lives and hobbies
instead of our jobs
utilizing avatars
instead of anothers bias or pre conceived notion
opening the potential FOR A new culture of self identified
socialized people, able to convey an inner persona
but you know its bout a bunch of ads and shit
and well start over

so much for
so little
till you take the first exit
credit or debit
cash back or cancel
i accept the terms and conditions

i acknowledge the regulations
i confirm what i've checked in the box to be true
i can verify my citizenship with two forms of id
the corner store is closed
with an open sign blinking