A controlled burst of energy made possible by a grant from the National Endowment for Spirit Orbs.

Written by Hilde Krieger.
Recorded in spurts across 2015/6 in Ridgewood, NY and Princeton, NJ, USA and in Berlin, DE. Cover by Hilde and Sam.

Released on September 16, 2016 by Spelman 69 Records.

1. Yeas
Violently misgendered
Return that shit to sender, son.
Such a human human crafted from an alien.

I am not a thing to be trifled with I'm as steady as a nimbus cloud.
I am solid as an old worn stone surface made smoother by the waves of doubt.
I'm killing this!

Hair across my whole face,
Booty shorts and boat-neck shirt.
Seven-colored spirit fabricates the extrovert.

Won't you hold my breath as it bifurcates softly dissipates way down the hall?
Savor it separately or blend it together or simply follow the recipe's call.

I'll see your oneness and I'll raise you one.
I'll see your oneness and I'll raise you a thousand.
I'm a million. I'm a million fucking dollars.

2. Sosure
I am not well.

[bumble]

Oh my God, why would you abandon me at such a tender age?
The timing was impeccable.
How easily I crumbled.
I'm not so sure I ever recovered from the tumble.

Oh my God, why have/are you gone?

3. Holic
Where is the Pekoe? Never where you need her
'Cross the sea in a Germany while I'm crying, once again crying.
Once again perched upon her shoulder spilling all my sorries
Making promises I can't keep 'til I abandon all pretense
Pretense of a life
Pretense of being a person
Seven days sober. Count 'em if you've got 'em.
I reject a glass in which to die.

4. Sunroom
Even when I am alone I enjoy company.
Rainbosphere in my eye, comfort me complete me.
I want to feel better, to be better in spirit and letter.

[Pedal through pedal through all the noise and the hurt. Every night stumbling from the road to the dirt].

I want to see my words flutter across the sky, burrow in my hair.
Oh what a lovely night to see what isn't there.
What my elders tell me isn't there.

Sunroom where I am alone I feel a presence.
Spirit holy and high
more of a vapor than a body.

5. Dalyuser

[squirms]

6. Hand-me-ups
I rest my knives in this summer's favorite clearing awaiting leaves
to test if rot makes rust makes brittle their violence
and I could shape the crumbling blade into a stylus
Maybe knives could die.

Whole life wore my older brother's hand-me-downs
now I'm trying on my little sister's hand-me-ups
Late nights no sleep since I was a child
when you see me when you hear me you can sense
that I am unabashedly queer
unabashedly femme
and I run this realm with a new sense of clarity.

Yeah. Yeas. Yeah. I Got it. Yeah yeah yeah. Yeah yeah yah. Yuh-y-y-y-y-y-y-Yeup. Yup. Yep. Yep. Yip. Yup. Yep.