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Bowl of Art Fruit

by Loretta's Museum

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I have often thought standing was all one could do so it was fitting for me to be me standing in front of all those other shining stranding things just spinning and with nature of such matters a spiral curls between the systems of a slow transposing motion and little wonderful worlds I’m not who I was when I was water in someone else but whose in me now I slowly feel as I spread so easily across a lucky landscape
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In the present imagining the future while working on the past that is three frames, two actions and a pattern wading through a process to be undone with grace that is you, me and the light combined in rhythm drawing a hand setting up camp a mild style soon to be wild and a consistent you a forever you forever and ever and ever and ever forever and ever and ever and ever forever and ever and ever and ever forever and ever and ever and ever forever and ever and ever and ever I’ll remember you hitting twelve o’clock on Mulino road with your 2-smoke smiling the biggest smile I think I’ve ever seen
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13725 SMR 04:23
Being unclassy but striving for gingerly was on the forefront of my focus but no stains on the carpet  that was my real victory  
and of course  James, Billy, Skaggs and the skinny guy who ran the pumps all in a club next to the little airport  
with a secret handshake And soft rural draw They remain as stoic as statues On a plinth in my left brain
 But now I work under lizard lights learning to love the smell of enamel in the earliest parts of morning  And until an estate sale takes me back Ill just have to care for the apple seed I planted from the tree in our backyard
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All I see is so deeply green and all I want is to be a free form fractal pattern mirrored In the chasm seen by know one but intimately conscious of my form treading lightly among friends of stone on a path that’s breathing looking onward at all that existed prior while it simultaneously happened and unhappened but has yet to happen all that is present is so greatly untreasured and all I want is to be found among and lost between canyons of red seen by know one but innately conscious of my passing my passing onward behind the past from within visions that breathe that breathe
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Long Gong 01:19
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When the color is gone from your face and the light falls short on the flowers every stone spire in this complex cracks at its still curve as you signal openly For life itself to find symmetry For life itself to find symmetry For life itself to find symmetry For life itself to find symmetry For life itself to find symmetry Symmetry visually consistent in its chaotic contingency organized by an entropic system pulling endlessly at our desire to manifest balance all to enable the structures that bind us on the tethers of determined direction we mustn’t twirl in the collection of concepts impossible rather, let us rally to our given vision seeded in the chemistry of a single destiny and from there we are anywhere As anyone
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about

Penny, Desi, Ayhlin, Dosha and myself,
all living our lives and collecting the gist of our experience with little handheld recorders

The true bliss of that twisted universe was captured entirely as we spun around a decaying C chord on loop but when every ringing frequency and resonate hum diminished into a snapping of metallic wires we broke into a howling trance and smashed all the dishes hidden in the basement
I accidentally sliced a two inch gash on my left leg
Penny duct taped it
and after crying a good cry we left the mayhem
to spray paint FABULO and RAKZAD on an abandoned semi trailer off 33rd
and to browse the naughty section but hold back and only buy oranges and noodles and Neosporin

we all parted ways at the warehouse
and I walked back to my studio

smelling like onions I talked to someone named Fiona on the internet
but I never daydreamed about her
I didn't even imagine knowing her
I just pondered the current chaotic taste in my mouth
and made funny jokes

I looked terrible day in and day out
but really loved it
because I was like totally feral
or
like totally anything I never imagined because I just let it happen

and no one called upon me for their meager desire to obtain a piece of it

so I laid in bed with all my recording gear
to sift through, unravel, soften and fold the winter’s harvest of collected soundscapes

to
focus on the vision
bless the work
empty the trash
invisibly kiss the cosmic tenderness of a zero self
and
Say Good Bye


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Written, recorded, produced and played solely by Loretta Blue

Special vocal contributions on 13725 SMR from Colie Rojas & Tyler Broeren

Created at Stelth Ulvang’s house off the slough just as the new year opened into 2021

Mastered by Harris Newman

Album Cover design by Loretta Blue, sitting artist as bowl beneath art fruit - Wade Kruse

Ⓟ&© 2017 Furious Hooves & Frilimcaster Records Unlimited

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released March 23, 2021

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"Such colorful melting sounds that taste like peach cobbler but smell like an antique store in South Dakota."
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