Eternal Funeral

Álbum de videos 2013-2014

Slowed, stowed, achingly retold.

Strings together what's strung together (please use yr tether).

Your raging romp results only in rescinded regret @ the hands of radder cadets.

Still it's really tall. Still it's really floundering/falling/fading.

Don't ask me why, but I feel we're about to cry trying.

Say Om as you reach home only to realize you never really left/stopped saying Om.

It's time the times met each other over & over.

Abandoning the Abaddon-loathed abandoner opens plenty of reclaimed... everything(s).

Rather pointless, rather stilted, fetid; not what we want us going after.

There is nothing left to do but complain.

Beyond all human restraint lies one's lugubrious layers of paint.

Hiding inside&out, writhing about, taken out&in.

This cacophony runs over me, over everything I see, everything I want to see: it's me.

Centrist revelations abound among repetitions & revisitings.

Something I know or something I was told? When something scalding translates something to behold.

As years and years go by, a tiny civilization makes its way upwards.

Pounding backbeats beaten by [(Don't Get)] warm[welcomes]th.

Trite, closed memories flagrantly bleed into profuse openings mixed & held together by retaliatory colorations & obfuscations.

As technology accelerates, our species' collective imagination of the future grows ever more kaleidoscopic. We are all haunted by temporal distortion, perhaps no more than when we attempt to remember what the future looked like to our younger selves. As the mist of time devours our memories, the future recedes; each of us burdened by the gaping mouth of entropy. Yet, emerging technology provides a glimmer of hope; transhumanism promises a future free from mortality, disease and pain. Does our salvation lie in digital simulacra? We're here to sell you the answer to that question, for the low, low price of four hundred and seventy seconds.