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burnt-feathers

Albums

'Maybe in Heaven, We Won't Be Sick'

I Keep My Visions to Myself

In an Unforgiveness Fog

In the Light of Total Love

The Post-Traumatic Basilisk [Penance- Self-Appointed]

Remixes

Shut Up Trinity - Like Playing A Knife On A Breathing Ribcage (burnt-feathers Remix)

Songs in corporation with

jackals road (Dagger Wound + burnt-feathers)

The Noontime Bagel (Sleeping on Stardust feat. burnt-feathers)

…and Then They Danced with an Android! (Thotcrime feat. burnt-feathers)

Songs

"everyone else's desires before your own"

"light up the room," she says.

'Light Up the Room,' She Says.

(I Have) No Shame

(Librarian and Exorcist's Unlikely Embrace in Pillar of Flame) 'Prepare Yourselves in the Vestibule, That You May Enter into the Hall of the Palace.'

(Life in the Shadow Of) Necropolitics

(Paranoid-angel-fragments) in an Excruciating Spontaneous Inoutward Stillmotion

(Six Hands) One Body

(her hands guiding mine)

(i have) no shame

(librarian and exorcist's unlikely embrace in pillar of flame) "prepare yourselves in the vestibule, that you may enter into the hall of the palace"

(life in the shadow of) necropolitics

(paranoid-angel-fragments) in an excruciating spontaneous inoutward stillmotion

(six hands) one body

(the hanged woman)

A Half-Awake Infinite Busy Signal

A Second Dizzy Birdsong

Across the Stomach

Asleep in the Arms of Doubt

Birdsong, the Third

Breast Milk Exaltation

But I Do Miss the Feeling of Having Something Around My Neck ...

Cat Head Unstitched

Coherence Vanishing Act

Consoled in Absentia

Doctrine of Signatures / It's an Awesome Feeling

Don't Complain, or Better Yet, Don't Speak at All

Enochian Infohazard

Even the People Who Trust Me Think I'm Making It Up

Everyone Else's Desires Before Your Own

For the Sake of the Ritual

Herbicide for the Invasive Sword-lily

I Have Strayed too Far from Him and Now He Keeps Me on a Tight Leash

I Just Get So Scared

I'll Continue My Task

I'm Not Sayin I Want to Go Back ...

In a Coma of Grief

Jenny & Shirley

My Daughter, the Actor

My Lover, the Coroner

My Mother, the Missionary

My Sister, the Drug

Not an Aeon too Soon or a Moment too Late

Organic Glitch Exhibition

Self-Generated Predictive Programming

She's Painted in Our Colors. She's Wearing Our Rings. Her Voice Comes Through Our Mouths.

Some Day too You Will Love the Guilty Graceless Land

Someone Unfamiliar in My Head,

Stress Position Prayer

Subtle-body-horror

Take Me Next. Take Me Next. Take Me Next. Take Me Next.

The Bugs the Bugs the Bugs the Bugs

To Dazzle Sensors, to Render Rockets Glareless

Veins in the Skin of the Walls

Voices Unintelligible

Weeping Woman with Axe

With Desired Wings

You're Always Finding New Bodies to Live In

[Total_Love] Dissolving

_____ is listening,

_____ will notice.

a half-awake infinite busy signal

asleep in the arms of doubt

breast milk exaltation

cat head unstitched (skull full of many glistening eyeballs)

doctrine of signatures / it's an awesome feeling

don't complain, or better yet, don't speak at all

enochian infohazard

for the sake of the ritual

herbicide for the invasive sword-lily

i'll continue my task

if you come home,

in a coma of grief

no dream (but the eyes can easily find me in my waking life)

not an aeon too soon or a moment too late

organic glitch exhibition

reproductive hymn (from my barren womb)

self-generated predictive programming

she's painted in our colors. she's wearing our rings. her voice comes from our mouths.

someday you too will love the guilty graceless land

someone unfamiliar in my head, (it's not her, it's not you) i'm afraid, please make it leave

subtle-body-horror

the bugs the bugs the bugs the bugs (they hide on the undersides of kindnesses)

the sacred deer

to Dazzle Sensors, to Render Rockets Glareless

to dazzle sensors, to render rockets glareless

to make (myself) unrecognizable

veins in the skin of the walls (womb room)

weeping woman with axe (split in twain from the bottom up)

with desired wings (the zero greater than the one / burnt-antlers)