Acoustik Love

                                                Acoustik Love
by Stormm


It all started with Roger Williams, ran into him a couple times around Queen

& Spadina. He said "you should come by Cameron House, Leh-lo's hosting

an Open Mic." Actually, what I craved was a vacation. Producing, arranging,

composing and performing Electrik Sex Musik had left me exhausted,

overcritical and sick of hearing those songs. I must have unconsciously

known the real work had only just begun...



A plan without a band, how would I perform my masterpiece live? What's

the lightest, easiest way to travel and gig? I decided I needed to test some

new material, singing while playing an instrument. There were no preset

sonic concepts, just lay down a groove on piano or guitar and hope for the

best. It would be the opposite of what I had previously done. The result is

this documentary of impossible, spontaneous magic created by great

musicians...



Featuring: Jeff Burke on Bassoon, Nathan on Violin, Jimmy on Harmonica,
                 Kobe James on Vocals.

SkyJuice: Leh-lo on Drums, Tom Mckay on Guitar and Bass, Roger on Bass,
                Dave Williams on Vocals and Drum Machine.
              

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Whizzing

                                             Whizzing
by Stormm


101 El Mike drives swiftly, downtown whizzing through financial cores.

The skillful Adept navigates crucial high stakes business negotiations

while executing screeching corners, sudden stops, to deftly urge

beyond maximum curve.


Flooring the motion pedal of his brand new bright  Hover Craft

emergency red.


Zigzag express lanes plummet in a random gamble drop, he executes

free falls, counting down backwards until the last second to activate jet

blast ignition. Boosting them even further.


Soaring above cloudy twin skies,

is a customized sports utility, racing towards, locked in on collision

course, with the most exclusive spot this side of 9 Suns...




5'9 passenger side, the gorgeous curly haired biracial Afro redhead,

chewing gum bubbles after pops. Elongated tanned legs

uncross flexing arches, athletic calves, smooth thighs. Fresh 3D tattoo

nails twirl, sporting green heart-shaped slippers around recently

manicured toes.



She's conducting a distant symphony orchestra broadcast with her

orange heart-shaped lollipop held left hand, deeply excited behind

cool veneer.



With each new rush of adrenaline she exudes fatal narcotic pheromones,

her sweet aroma of seduction accompany potent come hither anything goes grin...



Spins sliding up to brake before steps out they onto red carpet gala

front entrance Award Ceremony extravaganza of, confetti, media

scrutiny, competitors amid security.

He whirls 360 degrees tossing remote key to concierge who directs it VIP.



Afro Girl's skin tight fabric randomly mutates textures, colors and designs.

She's flicked glass slippers into teeming screaming fans, network clowns run amok,

while event aides vie to present a more comfortable pair of invisible no-heels...

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In The Flesh

                                              In The Flesh
by Stormm



The drunken man on the apartment balcony sits in a medium piss puddle,

barely conscious. His unpresent condition will be a great aid, so much

easier to enter and gain control of a body. The jolt then crush of

confinement, a sudden blast as I bathe in the strangest feelings. Back in

the flesh again, gasping, breathing in life once more. Experiencing actual

concrete physical reality sensations...


Slumped back head against wall, marveling at the splendor of glittering city

skyline night through blurry eyes, bathe in the roaring vibrations of wind,

traffic and rain. Tides of whizzing vehicles float by overhead, shuttle the

gracious and spiteful, both equally unaware of beings like me. Exhilarated,

tingling with unknown new awareness stimuli. I touch the floor in awe

slowly, palm sweeps along surface textures rough and smooth. Splash

rank yellow warm liquid acidic dripping down fingers smeared, stare on,

at, lick, smile, blissfully grinning...



Were am I? in whose body? for how long be able to keep will it? Should

hurry now find a better shell, a safe house, some bored emo soul wanting

out of an otherwise healthy construct. Something uncomfortable, feeling at

odds in this realm, beings estranged from adoptive skin...


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Karma Chameleon

                                                 Karma Chameleon
by Stormm



The shape-shifter casually adjusts her body in fluid transition, molding into

the recent encounter with absolute graceful ease. Unmatched adaptive skills

beyond comparison, absorbing even character flaws and personality traits.

Sheltered in a fog of amnesia, Karma fluidly discards motive, accents,

mannerism, quirks...


How long hath she been collecting forms, assuming new and unusual

physical positions? How many multitudes held in Limbo, captivated on

Astral Planes, unaware their dead? Caught up in a raging battle

between mobs of morphing psyches, individuality lost Karma blends in

out way beyond mimicry...


"No one knows which me is me, somewhere someone long ago. Nobody

knows my name, someone somewhere far away." Strange faces unknown

places populate, missing events flicker, vague images pop up more suddenly.

Flashes increase as friends, lovers, enemies, blur, into foreign objects...


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Nowhere

                                             Nowhere
by Stormm


No-where here, all self now is, clear. Pure consciousness without a shell,

a powerful intangible spirit of total extra-sensory perception.


Roaming the realms like an invisible shadow, a phantom suspect very

rarely intuited by only the most ultra-sensitive psychics.


Throughout wonders adrift as if...


Wanderlust, swimming vast creative oceans as nothingness sails the

eternal seas of space.


Having escaped Astral planes by shifting dimensions, via at first very

confusing states then gradual awareness of possibilities, the many

advantages of being incorporeal on so called physical material planes...


Reality immaterially disappearing No Where resurfaces, encounters and

interacts with Now Here, an endless array of unique entities.


Here no!

Sad collectives still dream of only experiencing single fragile temporary bodies,

role-play sleeping souls living out their own self-imposed, limited, social lives...

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Mr Leisure

                                      Mr Leisure
by Stormm



When Mr Leisure wakes up he's smiling, recharged and energetic.

Always fresh, in a new adventurous mood. An excited Leisure

rises stretching and yawning. Mr "oh the pleasure is all mine" sings

"where will I visit 2? somewhere next I've never been 2."


"AUM" he hums activating a violet oval portal with golden, jade,

scarlet halo. The portal shimmers while exteriors fluctuate, brief

moments later a different environment stabilizes.


Hathor flows over to greet me, her blurry rainbow body shimmering.

Every movement a sparkling color collage of poetry, seemingly she

maintains a distinctive form only completely recognisable when still.


Scented fireworks explode overhead, drizzle peppermint pineapple

for today only, rose champagne mists sprinkle vanilla almonds.


In paradise there are rainforests with diverse trees bearing many

unique fruits, some even taste bread like, once plucked they

instantly regrow.


Sky multitudes of liquid sea types abound, ever fresh rivers of the

choicest dry or sweet wines, raw milks, sticky honey overflowing.


Undines wade in tropical oceans and lakes, bathe on the rocks,

frolic by the beach. Some comb hair seductively, they sing and

proclaim, "it's love of love." Overwhelmed by such beauty and

unbearable pleasure, we weep periodically.


Just so, for fun Leisurely wonders how angels make love?

In a dimension where thoughts instantly manifest, just so...


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