Bugolgi Apparatus

The fetishist gotta be selectively blind to survive these times lose your mind  if you think about how we live domain extends inches  beyond our bodies  even then we struggle   to defend ourselves wrap yourself in a dream  surround yourself with things  in a small room  with an air filter maybe you can come   in for a little while  without disturbing   any objects try to connect  tension that’s best  we can almost touch  something like a feeling

Sunga is here New album out now: Album release-"Sunga" This mini-album is the result of a year and a half stint living in Salvador, Bahia, Brazil. Although I'm passionate about Brazilian music, I recognize my limitations as a writer and musician, so the songs are rather a reflection of the experience of being dislocated in a foriegn culture as much as they are about my feelings of the culture itself. I wrote two-dozen songs and found some which created a listening experience that reflects for me the sense of wonder and confusion one feels when you put yourself in orbit around a strange new star. On BandCamp here: bobgaulke.bandcamp.com/album/sunga

Tablet forms When it's you and me Against the world I feel lonely for the world Two against one You follow me  To the crypt My equipment  On the altar of worship I know I've gone wrong But not sure how I miss friends  Lost in the struggle Ambitions, normalcy, Self-esteem, disappointment  I've no idea what kills them off As the grinding sound in the distance Is masked by the highway's Ocean sounds

We had gotten to the point in the relationship  when communication was reduced  to a series of gropes mixed with baby-talk  centered around essential needs It was a steep transition back to the world;  streets, right angles, credit cards sometimes we didn’t make it at all the world plotted next steps  so compelling was our private world  we often forgot to code switch she would be found hugging policeman teachers, or random angry people  whispering in their ears while  checking their pants for smellies I’d spend hours on the phone discussing romantic particulars  with customer service representatives  and automated bank tellers luckily, we could always find our way  back to her apartment  due to the tenacity of the mylar rainbow  sticker on her apartment window

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fascist haircut I’m trying to kiss you  with your new fascist haircut something resists    you don’t want to go on about it say it’s not a signal  shouldn’t think too much about it brutalist architecture  references  sides with an inferno on top of it  those fascists had style it’s very aerodynamic  think they’d smile  if they saw how things finish wouldn’t want you shot  over questions of appearances everything’s a symbol  in the breakdown of languages