LANÇAMENTO DE "LE MUSQUEÉ DU PAPE FEMME", Babalith

O land of ours where our childhood passed
Like dreams in the shade of the orange-grove,
Among the almond-trees in the valleys--
Remember us now wandering
Among the thorns of the desert,
Wandering in rocky mountains;
Remember us now
In the tumult of cities beyond deserts and seas;
Remember us
With our eyes full of dust
That never clears in our ceaseless wandering. (Jabra 1974, 227)

The cities break up
The earth is a train of dust
Only love
Knows how to marry this space. (Adonis 1984, 163)

Le Musqueé du Pape Femme (mistura de Musqué com Mosqueé), é uma viagem no tempo e no espaço oriental, conduzida pelo timbre caracteristico ao Dark Ambient, em que as areias dos desertos se misturam com a aridez electrica das novas, apáticas e transcendentais percepções ocidentais, ressalvando o foco nas suas obsessões paralelas.

Phallucifer Babalith é uma identidade fictícia que representa um projecto de terrorismo artístico dentro dos muitos campos da arte, e poderão encontrá-lo, se o já não encontraram, sob os trajes de um vagabundo, aquecendo as mãos numa fogueira de notas.

Abandono-vos.
Que possam desfrutar de uma bizarra viagem.

Babalith

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Enjoy This Trip!

Le Musqueé du Pape Femme , Babalith, 2009

Ilustrações (cover, back cover, disc, booklet1) , gifs (babalith I,II) e vídeo (devil song), Ruela, 2009

D5 ChapBook II

Virus Mask, Ruela, 2009 *

The infected chicken-pig, Ruela, 2009 *

* Ilustrações para «D5 Chapbook II», o segundo livro do blogue Discharge.

discharge came about after cocaine jesus had visited a site called Vespertyn, the creation of the girl child genius who was once known as transience. together with doriandra smith (another divinity), cocaine jesus set about perverting this concept to a dark vision of his and doriandra's creation. the dark angels of discharge were born. after awhile others came (and went). discharge finished and was replaced by discharge 2, discharge 3, discharge 4 and now discharge 5, and the story continues...


we are the bitter pill on your tongue
you swallowed us when you were young
we are the drug flowing in your vein
the neurosis sitting in your brain
we are the sex urge that drives you mad
the dark instinct that paints you bad
we are the fluid floating in your lung
the wire by which you're hung
we are the bile that's in your gut
we are the pain that bites your butt
we are the sin that leather whips
the right fist your manhood grips
we are the finger that rotates your clit
the rusted blade your wrist to slit
we are the shard stabbed in your eye
the warm hand between your thigh
we are the chord for the broken song
the heavy thought that is always wrong
we are the stain that spills so large
we are the smell from your discharge

art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling
art stains your ceiling


C. J. Duffy

Discharge, Ruela, 2009