Eric Jennings - Kill Your Guru

noise

Don't Touch Me

More music than noise in this one.

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I make sounds. I will be sharing some of that here...

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I'll be posting some of my art here...

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Wandering Again

This is a detail of a bust stop shelter I've been walking past several times a week for the last 7 years. This detail is only a small part of the shelter, every surface of which was used by local artists, writers, sages, and gangsters, broadcasting their urgent

algorithmic sabotage

Mark A. Burghart, Secretary, Laura Kelly, Governor, Wish(es) You're Not to Exist, Your Credential Current is In Valid, Kansas, You Are You're Happy Birth Day to Your Identification is Not Your's

house substitutes require kansas issue issuence issei licenses and identification cards to reflect the credential holder's sex at birth holder's sex holders at inception intended or otherwise what does this mean for you? upon publication this law in the kansas you're kansas credential will

Photo of black tree branches and leaves on a stark white background that such extreme contrast it looks abstract,

writing

all i have are these words

Photo of a pink contrail against a gradient pink and blue sky. There is a single gull flying under the contrail. The image has been heavily pixelated so it looks cartoonish.

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And I Think to Myself...

Part 1 of 2

writing

hymn to the scum goddess

an invocation

A dark and blurred digital image of a moon low on the horizon of the ocean. The colors are muted blues, teals, ambers, and ochres. The effect is eerily surreal.

writing

Open the Cage Door

I'm on a short bridge, standing on a milk crate for a better view. A tribe of gorillas inhabits the creek-side below. The creek is known as Blood River, but nobody knows why. There is a beat up old suitcase somewhere near... well, somewhere, anyway. There is a

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A Favor, If You Please

and a few poems...

very dark and creepy photo of a man with his hand covering his face

writing

the garden snake

I. the two boys the garden snake the sun dried wood the long stretch the measure II. I remember on my back my skin warmth above and below fading into suchness the sun III. the one boy the opened jack knife the silver blade (the cutting the blood) the dying

A guy with his arms held open above his head, with flowing hair, and a wild look in his face. Behind him stands a large wicker figure.

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Widening the Cracks Through Self-Initiation

I began this blog to write about my recovery from childhood abuse. It was partly meant to be informative, to offer context to people who may have witnessed, or been affected by, some of my... reactive behavior that was rooted in trauma. But it was also a way for me