Glass Throat Recordings


	EREMINE TRUTH (Introduction) The Continuing Iconography of Dog. Left alone to his own devices, man inherantly possesses the will to falter...to slip...to fall... to crumble, wither and ultimately suffer. And yet, from the very same wellspring flows the will to overcome his "obstacle(s)" and to prosper...in countless different ways. This is the truth of the eremite, the hermit, a man decidedly a lone. In this solitary state, he must ultimately come face to face with himself and the circumstances of his life. Herein, he may find the core of his own existence. Whatever joy, pain, insight, growth or suffering this may derive from, exude, offer or inspire, this is his truth. The following writing(s) offer a vague reflection, but still only (a) small part(s) of, the truth(s), seeming (non)-realities, unknowns and hopes of a life in midst... -Daniel J. La Rochelle This collective page is here to showcase the brilliant mind & written word of Artist Daniel Joseph La Rochelle (EREMINE TRUTH). Daniel has been a very close friend & artistic collaborator of mine for many years now. Some of you may be familiar with our collaborative work as the epic harsh drone enigma YOUR CELL: YOURSELF. Daniel currently has two musical journeys FUNGAL ABYSS & LESBIAN. We are proud to showcase Daniel's original thought process and give his other beloved passion for writing the exposure, we feel he more than deserves! A deeply personal window has been opened for you the reader, now look within to feel & understand the energy of an old soul... --chet sicPOOLkNOTWINTER Effluent wedlock in turmoil dawn to free spur tide frought with a tense frown to make with certain purpose in thought of life live to lie and well to be free .now peer into. there's a median here "DON'T BE BEHOLDEN TO THEM, THAT'S ALL THERE BE TO IT." Shadowsofa life Shadowsof a lie Lost in wretched... Nature's gift, a hole in sight inCide KYON ANCHEIN carry your own chain crawl throughout the night never rise but flee the fight assume past participle taste nought but a dribble acquiescence to non[(e)-] living life wrung by rung born(e) into chains scream at first light VECTOR ANALYSIS Give up aspect of true ratio A quality to verify Point-line-plane Slash-dot-Slash Qualify sum Buy-Sect-Shun Congruent try angles Supplant to Null -if- I Point-line-Blame Hashmark, Crash Answer to noone Die-Sect-Shun Subtract to justify Witness the awesome power HEGIRA HEGEMONY In certitude, the folly Fortune walls and foolish find A future certainty Insistent ,thankfully Allure of dire sweet Above dues the insular rests Dutiful, relative into mind Wistfully entreating, spent Inhibit, encampment Affluent, associative Catalogue truant respondent Legions of the mind Actualize.repute.forlorn Evolutional cross-born(e) fuck Twilight far and wide Non-intensive, farther torn Invention, tried not fueled Intention, incoherent Incapacitant, abolition Falter, wordless Final rendition Allegiance of the mind Abusive forward march Accusing inverted frolic Ensue and follow flimsy form A staging of the alter-ego nothing breeds nothing breeds nothing breeds nothing breeds nothing breeds nothing breeds... ad infinitum THE GREAT RETREAT Knelt down There saw the image staring back Knelt down And washed a pain from eyes... trembling in anathema of... mind drifting to a far away land... Soulsick pours down The looking glass growing larger. "Where is my foible, my foil, my foe? in a world of make-beleive, nothing to know... all in tenses, made form, rank of file... allowing a fool best, rest, and hearty...! following a()new...?...what was the game?" inversion of splenditude? obversion of decrepitude? assumption of decay. resumption to the day. REFLEXIVE MORPHOLOGY OR HOW TO BUILD A UNIVERSE august in ransom night of stars cold and vacant devoid of life all tales now told if only to be earnest in those times of creation upheld moment as if to differ patterns parcel placate the sole is zero now upward motivate the soul is hero to perpetuate past parcel position pouring the nectar onto the sand prying the sceptre from dead hand rifting this ill-forsaken land rend and fold,... once,...twice,...countless... fortune and shame... futile and boundless ... ;.,,,.)))....!!!. . feels like winter inside my skull a withered branch consumes my sight show me your eyes just one last time a chance to spoil a latent shape to take a tear and create a tower sullen sort is never clear espousing infernally softens glance diversions place demands ameliorate aversions. or just stop looking??? i'm all yours for the taking of absolute fetishism hauling to the dragpile dragging the chasing first and foremost scent of dew elates. evokes a view. enter the two to make as one a whore to the summoning of non(e) ... true to norms beseeched and battered extra-extra curricular consumption scatter me lord 'cause I'm fucking you flaming stars in my pockets my fists set a ruse i don't need your guilt i don't want your time pull the rug and pull the wool harvest moon is mine abacus weave is wilt hands to hearts be dealt shatter me words sidle to the wasteland forcing walls into sockets entrancing subtle views in this hearth be built a trail of fears set to fire smashing fuck in ashen pool harvest leaf to wine(,) of mediocrity steeped in guilt ripping throats be dealt... clatter of worlds inside my own wasteland: altogether indifferent alter memory terminal incident fundamental quotient alter placement status vacant ... If, I'm not around, I'm steeped in inner space... a stone inducing immolation When, I'm not around, I'm deep inside this... P L A N E T A R Y W A S T E. Now, would you say to me, "I am of altered face."?... Reflecting self within a selfish blur? But, In the afterworld, Will your peripheral show the clear? Or Will True Vision Soar?... If, You see the way, Don't look back, take haste... If, You don't see me, Or choose to stay away, "...Alone, an altered waste." There, after all, to not be found... Binding(s)matter(s), the sooth of torn breast... Driven(,) Below(,) my admiration. Above All, yearn to yearn. Now...You. EREMINE TRUTH (A Grand Malediction) Punishment through decadence Incinerator nonsense Eremite dwells in friction Libertine cloaks intentions Decelerate, disparage... Complete. Raise armaments Disorder ensues The chosen pursues With luminary sight. ...REPRISE... (A reprieval?) He rests outside the temple walls... And awaits a chance of entry. Realization looming tall... His faith still warming dimly. He wails outside the temple walls... "Perchance a glimpse or glimmer?!" Hope, it seems, rises well yet falls... His chances growing dimmer. DESTINATION: NULL and VOID Woe to the masses beset with reverance for one another... Crippling blows Savaging heaps Raging arcania Roiling the keeps of... Class dementia Rains on my fucking parade. ORIGIN In the time of angels, before the seed arrived, the fields lay still and fallow... Ordinate divine... CHAOS AND LIGHT Reckless form, broken symmetry... THE PROCESS Eternity in it's entirety, there is but one path. It is as it is and I know nothing. In my minds eye... Fractured tokens. In my heart... Words unspoken... VACUUM GENESIS No one self, no rhyme in ruin, no one self... No lie in ruin. Touched fear to brush expectation aside. So happy for the sky... So very happy for the sky. I don't need forever, though my heart yearns for forever. The conflagration is here, firmament arise. Queen mother, lend me your hand... Guide me to the promised land. Queen mother, unlock the sky. For I feel I... Carve out my eyes, carve out my heart... To celebrate Gaia's return. Time is a romantic notion... If only the sanctity had not been broken. When the piper piped, empathic butchers did arise and flee... A decree: Of thee the mortals and thine thy masters... Thou would'st as it were and sometimes always never... For sometimes always forever, we are one... WHEN SPIRITS AND ANGELS SPAKE OF SWEET DIVINITY Mass grips space by telling it how to curve. Space grips mass by telling it how to move. I hold you in my thoughts so tightly, your very nearly here. Night approaches at an ever quickening pace. Visions of these... A happy place. Touched fear to brush expectation aside... So happy for the sky, so very happy for the sky. With joy black eyes slowly finish... THE IMMATERIAL ESSENCE OF AN INDIVIDUAL LIFE Rise up and lift the shards from the wound upon your brow... Love them and hold them to your breast... Intrusive isolation. Take a single drop of water and carry it across vast deserts... When you are parched, pour it onto the sand... Extractive assimilation. A fully realized god, faith upon completion, idiopathic slip and latent fall to desecration... Expansive domination. The golden mean, as golden calf, a golden rule to multiply... To this a serpents touch... There dwells an infamy of nevermore, forevermore, welcome home... We are one... THE WILL She loved for all the wrong reasons. Or so it seemed. She had already seen the most important part, pretending not to know... A steady diet of suffering... (Don't grieve now...We are free) Bloated and fattened for the kill. (Tasks left undone must stay that way) Purge thine self/Unleash the rain. (The soul is strong...The spirit endures) Be rid of these for good, cast down and crippled. (In the parting void...Not to surpass) Bound by the throat... Glorious, malignant, chrysalis of thee. (Spreading wings to flee) TO FALTER She loved for all the right reasons... Or so it seemed. She hadn't seen anything at all... Still it is wrought, she already knew... Parts inside of parts dictate the order... Tomorrow never quite fulfills all those earnest wishes. (A cyclical structure) To evade the sentry and unleash these legions... A shadow lasts but a moment and disappears forever. (Wishing...Coming to fruition) The sun is setting... Lay these to rest. (Ever changing patterns achieve the desired effect) The hands of time hold firm their grasp... Forever tearing. (All is entangled forever now) Etching a spiraling path downward... Into nothingness. Nothing breeds nothing breeds nothing... So it is, on the edge, awaiting this chance to topple or leap. (Lay down your hand...Be it gentle or kind) Descend from this pedestal and spill forth these coffers... Withdraw and make merry. (The deed preceded by potential energy of the moment-It is done...) GOLGOTHAN SUNRISE Once green earth no longer judgment will reign. One's green earth, know long, her judge, meant will, rain. ASSUMPTION OF DECAY Cast adrift of one's own knowing... Devoted student, loyal subject... Singularity of the mind... Solitary likeness reaches through. To earthbound spirit drowning now... Breath falls short. Demons everywhere... Waiting for the sky to fall. Performing rituals in the dark... Waiting for you. SEARCHING FOR THE FIRST BEGOTTEN SUN Tis a long way hath come thee and... Lo, perchance a hint of resignation? For to climb in men's eyes and to know... Would'st thou slip and tarry the once begotten fold? Tis not for thee. It is nigh, surely NOT FOR THEE. Slit your throat with your very own WORD. A fate most absolutely. Hangers on... A wall of bio-mass. A wall of absolution. Forbearing penance. Abscissal renegade. Meanderthal. Obscurant eremite. Face value formless. Replete with the knowledge of the sun. Omnia Mutantor... Exceptus thee. ORCHESTRATING MY APOCALYPSE See it all slip and smile... I see it all go to hell... I wonder, where? Oh well... Oh WHY? (Absolverus Placerus) Mother dearest, please don't cry. Just like that, I'll come home to you. If only to dry your eyes... The good things in life have passed me by. Now SOL commands an end to this ritual nightmare. Deliverance of shit at your feet, on my knees... Only mother's tears could cleanse these deeds... Mother: Injus Mother: Insalirus Solus Onus Subdiuranus Sonus Silerus Redemerus Crimenus Silvaticus Solus Aeternus Clad me in tatters. Castles of shit. Seas of bile. Voluptas VERMIS Aeternus FLAME CUT STEEL The ultimate achievement... Dull your blade in the fire of your intent. Thoughts unthought in the seamless void. Cast shadows of these haloes divine. Accepting everything, believing nothing. Achieving little... Bereft of virtue... Furnace cast symptom will surely pursue. TRIAL BY STONE The cosmic ALL // Ritual solemnization // Crushing microcosm. THE FAILURE TO THRIVE SYNDROME Wandering aimlessly throughout your entire life... Never quite knowing which path to take. Words are invalid. Genetic memory prevails. Human "intelligence" is a caustic virus and evolution a farce. Higher intelligence is something we cannot even hope for. Before we can return... Before we can drop the veil that denies us of even a mere glimpse of hope... We are INFECTED. ICONOGRAPHY OF THE DOG It's a wonder human doings can even move at all... Free from paranoia, pain and the dementia that we've imprisoned ourselves in: Sheets of steel... Reflection, a skin... We seek... We see... We pass on by... Wandering. It's a blunder human beings should even stand at all, Rote: We wreak a reek... Mere passers-by... Wondering... In a massive skeletal graveyard... Humanity's tombstones straining against the sky. MORPHeME FOR ICONOCLAST Crushing to borrow... Wrapping dead words dead... Mother Spit Face... MANDELBROT'S WAKE Speaking truth, true voice reaches. Journey home... Is journey within. Inward expanse... Encompass outward advance. Speak of truth, true voice teaches. Outcroppings... Outcroppings as far the I can be.