Waves by in a skull

Simple injections of localised poison de-activate muscle and prevent expression, de-crease the buckle – and strain consistent with the time you have spent alive.
You, the autonomous unit. Embalmed. Organs hung on emancipated hooks.

Come take a walk in my psyche. My perversions lay out in their cots, soft ulcers begging for your sharp heel & melodious cries - a live transmission of pleasure and pain. The sovereign masters fuck in wet failure - come in, to look out through my eyes.

The surgeon’s instrument scores fault lines in my face; drills deep into my flesh; to plunder my minerals. My body is sold: mined to feed the machine/ White plastic VENEERS, wipe-clean screen. The bureaucrat stands sentry - corrupting synapses with convulsive streams of zeros and ones…everything labelled & little permitted.

Come in, to my mouth where my tongue turns the words –
Distorting, elongating, wavering...

Twisting the sounds til they live.

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Her bones stretch out over the shopping centre, Sky City’s dismal limits.

Dying alone in a single tenancy the body she once inhabited slowly decomposed. Day-by-day, mould flowered through the walls as the window blackened with scum. Years pass and her hollow socket skeleton lies, still. Washed permanently clean by the penetrating rays of the TV-set, jabbering incomprehensibly to the flies now resident in her skull. Platitudinal programmes of brainwash-backwash flicker over her bone scaffold, sealed in an untended tomb as swarming shoppers spend time below.

Dayglo laminates for pus-oozed pizzas and meat-juice bones gratuitously taunt the scene. A foul stink bites the intruding hand as metal flaps snap shut. Insidiously the stench escapes, creeping the corridor, caressing keyholes, pervading the precinct – intimacy to her neighbours is this final miasmic form.

Disconnecting, slowly, from all those around it – until it slipped from view - a life dropped to the floor.

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// DESTROY THE PSYCHIC CENSOR // ALL IS VIBRATION – OPEN VALVES + VIOLATE SYNTAX ///

The heart is the ultimate network.

Hannah Bays 2021

in a skull is an audio-visual collaboration between musician BK Lee and artists Grant Foster, Laura Wormell, Max Plus and Christian Newby