In a dream, you saw all of your enemies. They were speeding in a car in the middle of the night. You traded glances, and it was knowing for the first time. 2015 can last forever if you let it, so you let them just keep going, out of your perception. Letting go, finally, of all your anger. They’re driving head on into a brick wall. A ball of flame and mangled metal, you heard them cry out, so you approach them. Shrieked apologies were all that you could hear, and you accept them. You dial nine, you dial one, you dial one, and you told the car to come. You looked them in the eye, and all you said was “I know, and goodbye”. When they said that everything you did was for them, they took away your feelings. You hope they still have them, you hope that the weight stays on their back, crushes in and compresses until their spine recedes. A life without pressure, a life without danger, with no source of sadness, if it was, were I to qualify? If i were, would my lack of issue be the problem? My tendency to starve myself and thoughts of my rapist, are they just a very complex means of wasting time? I only realized this recently, but but just as much as agony, ecstasy is the enemy. Ecstasy is the enemy.
The enigmatic Frank Ene's solo record lives in a magical world where Serge Gainsbourg fronts Yellow Magic Orchestra. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 17, 2022