go electric.

nothing like a productive day at work to make you
want to turn you into a lazy ass in the evening.
not so today.
supposedly.
donwilliams came by to visit and
watch ignorant cinema.
niggafliks i think he called it.
cool.

while mr. gomez entertains,
i attempt to do dishes.
the days productivity as my motivation
i fill the sink with hot water
and spatulas, whisks
knifes forks spoons.
i like washing in that order.
utensils first.
i'm less likely to poke myself with a knife that way.
being accident prone
i take precautions.

back in front of tv
don and mr. gomez
are getting silly.
i decide to forgo the dishes and listen to some music.

i head for the mellifluous tones of jack
but my headphones are being stupid.
gomez says
"listen to this"

i'm currently sitting on a green ottoman
listening to this
song.
the baseline is ridiculous
it starts quickly & steadily
but so subtly, you barely feel it
it creeps up on you.
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then the accompaniment comes in, more baseline.
baseline that earfucks
you into submission
you wind up doing whatever it wants.
i'm of the opinion that every artists
wants you to be able to nod your head to
their work. in understanding in rhythm
in confusion
i'd take all three.

slightly loosening it's grip
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i start it over.
i want the beginning again.

mr. gomez brought a subwoofer
into the house a few weeks ago.
a boy toy.
i'm not much of a gadget girl, but if i can see
how something performs better
i'm game to toy around with it.

but the subwoofer
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positioned directly beside the
ottoman packs a punch.
sound and air combine
in a funny way
and you
feel the music.
the bassline is constant
and heavy.
the ottoman
thumps along
beside it.

my head nods.
and i giggle.
ann le'font
would be proud.

sounds/feels beautiful.
freshly earfucked.

let me play
this shit again.
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