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masochistic episode
02:08
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introject—life and limb
i’ll be him, yes i’ll be him and him and him and him i’ll be him and him and him and him
yank my chain—promise it won’t hurt
even a worm will always turn
i sucked him off—he hit me first
who are you beating in me? who am i giving to you?
who’s inside you? who’s inside you? who’s inside you? who’s inside you?
i am so like the object
i am so like an object
you love the you in me
i love the me in you
who’s inside you? who’s inside you? who’s inside you? who’s inside you?
fuck me—i am you—dress me—i am you—hit me—i am you, i am you, i am you
perverse display
righteous death
perverse display
righteous death of myself, myself, myself, myself, myself, myself…
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2. |
Wojnarowicz
01:56
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david said
david said
david said
david said
my rage is
my rage is
my rage is an egg filled with blood
fit to burst
never bursting
always bleeding
half translucent
jesus wept
it throbbed red and red and red
shell chipped away
chipped it twice, chipped it thrice
cold looks and hard glances
miles of hard hands
steering wheel
peter’s feet gone cold and david hit the road
david said
david said
david said
david said
my rage is
my rage is
my rage is an egg filled with blood
fit to burst
never bursting
always bleeding
half translucent
jesus wept
it throbbed red and red and red
what do these eyes have to do with cameras?
what can these feet level?
what can these feet pound and flatten?
what can these hands raise?
what can your hands raise?
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I fucked Artaud and lost
02:15
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had a smoke—had wild eyes—rarefied burning decay—blood that pumps and pumps and pumps—the quick and lasting intrusion of veins
contact contact contact
thick band of nerves turning and turning
undulating upon itself
unnecessary here, i’m unnecessary here, i’m unnecessary here, i’m unnecessary here
a hand reaches for my throat is it his? is it his? is it his? is it his?
austerity enters me
a glass castle in a suit of gold
a pearlescent fear that i bend to white hot a pearlescent fear that i bend to white hot
contact contact
cock riddled with worms that squirm and suck
the nerves they weep and weep turning
i cannot give i cannot give i cannot give i cannot give
we could not touch we could not touch we could not touch we could not touch
i lose my head—i lose my cunt—i lose my head—i lose my cunt
a hand reaches for my throat is it his? is it his? is it his? is it his?
is it his is it his is it his is it his is it his is it his is it his is it his
is it yours? is it his? is it yours? is it his? is it yours? is it his? is it yours? is it his?
contact contact
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4. |
myself is nothing
04:06
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bourgeois boys they love to talk over a martini on the rocks
but i don’t want anything anything at all
i don’t want anything anything at all
i’ve got a name—i’ve got a name—i’ve got a name—i’ve got a name
you can call me you can call me you can call me you can call me
nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
a cow is a cow is a cow is cattle
a bag over my head’s as good as leather well bred
milk it milk it milk it milk it
touch it feel it bend it break it
a boot stamping on a human face forever
a boot stamping on a human face forever
lick it lick it lick it lick it
touch it feel it bend it break it
a hand in a glove is a hand in a glove
give me a push or give me a shove
velvet, satin, keep it clean
i won’t feel it i won’t feel it i won’t feel it i won’t feel it
a boot stamping on a human face forever
a boot stamping on a human face forever
lick it lick it lick it lick it
touch it feel it bend it break it
he didn’t understand himself. he had a vague recollection of certain bodies associated with his own fear and pain. when he got older he transformed that into power—the fear and pain of others. the unfinished word. he never would have told me. he never would have told me. he didn’t tell me. he wanted love. “seeing that writhing pitiful body, the boot pinioning him to the ground like a worm, like a helpless worm, like a helpless worm tortured by children, his face glistening with tears and sweat, suddenly a bright crashing light came down and consumed us both in judgement”
i’ve got a name
i’ve got a name
i’ve got a name
you can call me you can call me you can call me you can call me
nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing
a boot stamping on a human face forever
a boot stamping on a human face forever
lick it lick it lick it lick it
touch it feel it bend it break it
nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing nothing i am nothing…
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granite head
01:57
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a wall of tears a reign of stone raised in the night towards the sun
descension, a hole in the ground
a boy’s arms raised is it triumph or pleading
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
the difference between stones in the ground and the difference between stones in a crown
they touch each other they touch each other they touch each other they touch each other
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
you left a spectre before you left
leaving your eyes leaving me first
withdrawing thin fingers adorned with rings
i blame your reign, i blame your reign
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
your eyes like tepid quartz—that stare out at the sea
your pale eyes—that wish to possess me
but i am not a sailor
and this is not the sea
the cycle that grinds to sand
only man could make a diamond matter
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
you left a spectre before you left
leaving your eyes leaving me first
withdrawing thin fingers adorned with rings
i blame your reign, i blame your reign
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
oh i plead i beg on my knees lift my eyes do everything right
lift my eyes do everything right i do everything right
i do everything right i do everything right do everything right
do everything right do everything right i do everything right motherfucker
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6. |
mom's song
01:40
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a nice young girl i was a nice young girl i can think about it only in the barest terms i lived in my own world couldn’t take this one she reached inside me saw it all took it crushed it took it crushed it and she said live laugh love—live laugh love—so smart you’re stupid fucking stupid
don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, you might get to know it
what are you what are you what are you what are you
i can’t do it i could never do it
i can’t do it i could never do it
you’re gonna grow up just like me—if i have anything to do with it
you have to earn it to be a person
double dog dare you on point of death
make anything of yourself but a faggot
you were always so sensitive
you were always so sensitive
you were always so sensitive
don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, you might get to know it
what are you what are you what are you what are you
i can’t do it i could never do it
i can’t do it i could never do it
you’re gonna grow up just like me—if i have anything to do with it
you have to earn it to be a person
double dog dare you on point of death
make anything of yourself but a faggot
don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, don’t touch yourself, you might get to know it
what are you what are you what are you what are you
i can’t do it i could never do it
i can’t do it i could never do it…
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Texture Freq Minneapolis, Minnesota
Texture Freq is Avery, Dave, jimmy, Jon, and Zac.
Masochistic Episode out July 2023
email texturefreq@gmail.com for booking and hate mail
photo by bryan
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