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the
ediotor:
diversifying dog assets
becoming closer to our fanbase
learning to ride the waves of the future
expanding into new markets now
every day is a new dog
i cant think what else to wrrrite
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“beautiful”i think i said to your wristsas they prayed and prayedas they hanged upon my stylebelow the opened mother of pearlso silent it sung on me the lyrics were just so perfectlyun-pure
but so pure on me
knelt in prayer i think you were
the floor is so cold to your knees
and so is life
a n y t i m e y o u a r e n ' t (singing) under me
(a poem by l a obrien)
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imagine by jom lennnonnn by luke midowrth
'imagine an incredible future in which all neighbourhoods in a city would have tiny
automated scent-producing machines hooked up to a computer that keeps track of
median house prices. the devices would produce a scent 24 hours a day that would
permeate the streets and the pleasantness of the fragrance would be inversely
proportional to the market value of real estate in the area . this would even out the
demand for the housing stock of the city and encourage new construction in wildly
experimental architectural styles . perfect equilibrium, every place is different and
desirable in different ways... the beauty of
the manors and tree-lined avenues
tempered by poop smells . the scent of
roses and nutmeg drifting through the
slums . a better world for our children'
a better world for our children
better world
for our children
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kew junction byMUGSY ANDERSON
we are watching a movie on a laptop in your bed in the inner north of melbourne. we could
be here, in any movie theatre in the city or even at the stupid giant television screen in
kew, watching ads for cars with the dancing man nearby. either way i'm really watching the
distance between you & me
i'm imagining it getting smaller & smaller like how the darkness disappears as the sun
rises in fantasia or the shadow of the anvil that plagues wile e. coyote. it is a cartoon-like
disappearance: elegant & full of promise or just an inevitability, physics
in other words i am loving the memory of our closeness, a place where it seems like we could
have stayed or perhaps should have. because that closeness cannot exist outside itself. itʼs
a changeover moment of togetherness: one of us is day, the other is night & we chase each
other in these fleeting moments that bind us
please can we find the place where it is sunset all day long. i want to hold your face in the
twilight & put my hands all over you, hide in the curve between your shoulders like it is my
own disney hillside & the sun will fade while i take deep breaths of you
i am watching us, yelling at the screen to our past selves. but we are in real life. we seem as
absurd as advertisements for toyota cars. we are as absurd & stupid as a bring it on sequel,
or a legally blonde musical. i know all the lines & i know what comes next. this is the part with
a million miles between us
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NABIL EL MALTI
A rue at the camaraderie of yoreif he could, this is what would
Livin lively, talkin jively. Trying to slow my head down. They're all squares. Four straight
sides. Not a rounded edge on em, i'll tell ya that at no surcharge. Racing through the
narrows, darting straight as arrows, perplexing nearby sparrows. The direction seems
somewhat incoherent at this interval ñ would you not also decipher such inadequacies
when placed in such a circumstance? What was I to do. It's sink. Or it's swim. I know and
you know it and the whole freakin palace knows it, but god only knows why i'm being tired
for it.
~
They laugh & gigglein their deskThirty dirty riddles,nudity and the restthunderbirds a'blazingspell-bound, amazing all the wonders,the delights,frankly superceded knowingly and in spiteof all good yonder.
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Unimaginably scarce, so scarce you'd bare know it's there my friend. There ain't nothin like
it ñ i'm tellin ya. They don't come any more inconspicuous. This ganj here is guaranteed to
pass by any schmo's sensory palate without the slightest detection. A freakin guarantee.
And let's not be confusin ourselves to think that it's covert chemistry is a function of it's
poignancy. This has the same, if not better, hit than any shit on the streets.
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Hundreds of minds chasing me, relentless judgement relentless comment, relentless input. Relent!
Here I confess my hundred fifty sins, and all occasions of behaviour likewise
blasphemous.
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Nay, my son. Your path is merely a strand of metaphysical imaginary thought. Just an
aspect, a fragment of intangible stuff. Do not make out to be so that you are something of
too great a significance in this life, as good fortune is not likely your prize in communicating
so. Modesty is the key to any success in this world. Whilst modesty might not always get
you into best this or the fanciest that, it will always guarantee your back. An immodest
man, if he is clever, is always looking behind him. Forever restless over the thought that
his ostentatious ways have provoked an otherwise sane man into doin the number on him.
However if he's not clever ñ that's a different circumstance altogether. But almost all
humans are clever ñ don't you forget that, either. Most humans are very similar, and are
deluded in assuming such a degree of individuality in themselves and others. But a
modest man, my child, can be confident within himself and his surroundings. Confident not
in a selfish way, confident merely in the availability of simple happiness.
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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~holy sift! written by FUMA
L A BUMA
im like thisfunny dust. my bowels arepast again. it is li kelyfrom recent bout ofdrinking alkohol. wordwhich comes from arabic.dont remember.what itmeans. i am in love withall of you. already. nomatter. its four eleven.
how doth one exalt to thematerial vessel of anotherconveyance whilst leaving.ones own to ills ignobleand with sinister intentfrom the human side ofthings.
leftside section of myhead and face feels dead.
when u yell at me, urbarking up filosophy.
my beloveds azure armsfrom the unoccludedpedestal of the night,
we brave a course forfalling by standing
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(just a kind tangent from the editor)
irl is like-grey-scale toan imagination great
like the dreamy othernessof the INTERNET
url or gtfo
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A Casual Encounter Inhaling undiscovered fantasies
Open your mouth
Suffocate
fromthe lack of praise Wear your organs as accessories
Show the world what your made of Truly
Open your mind
Let in peace and quiet
For once in your fucking life you listen to the sweet sound of nothingness Finally you fucking enjoy your solitude away from their ignorance
Open your legs, bitch. d
BY BOBBI PIN
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DAVID TRANʼS
what is happening in july??
do you know what happens in july ❀
a lot happens depending on where you are in the world there are ❀
many seasons in many places ❀
sometimes not even quadriseasonal ❀
sometimes itʼs just two seasons or something ❀
it can seem pretty fricked up but thatʼs the way the world works ☠itʼs beautiful ❥
pt 2.i am riding my bike downtown to meet my friend at a café just two suburbs out from where i live
in total i pass through three suburbs – mine, the one inbetween, and the one where the cafe is
i have thought, what if someone started disseminating suburban lies and suburban guilt, introducing intersuburban unrest into the area clustered around where i live
that would probably not be a good thing at all
i would probably have to ride around the militarised ideological borders just in case
young parents and their children might start attacking me with some sincerity and hope for the future
it would take me maybe twice or three times as long to get the café
in that case, maybe suburban peace is good after all
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WEET BIX SCUTTS ___I-ROTE-A
i rote a match box 20 poemi read it to my dadin the car on the way to the shops
dad said son wat do u think ur doinkeep it down im drivin
i bought mushroomsand spinachand sweet potato
i cooked it all for rob tomas and left it in his mail boxi want the next matchbox 20 colab track to be calledweetbix by matchbox 20 and weet bix scutts
im ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santana
im ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santanaim ten times better than santana
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ways that I am neurotic
by platinum bong
i want the ability to properly navigate your desktopi want to be the mouse under your palmfalling is a kind of terrifying thought, i guess, but not if you were only falling off to a tiny sleepi am right now riding a train w my friends and we are locked in and laughing about something and it is dark outside because it is night timei hate sticky things bc i am scared they are germy i am melting and drippin
✿ i am blood on the knife ✿wow plunge me back into your chest i love all this cool musici am rising higher and higheri can't keep upi will eat the blue sky but leave the white fluffy clouds for you bc i know u like them best then we will go to sleep in the gleaming sunwe plummet, eating each others wingsrolling under fruit trees, wow we are so fullill pick u the golden sunflowers dead under the train and we will sit in the backyard smoking cigarettes rolling, rollingyou stand up to inspect a smashed watermelon but i cnt b bothered bc smashed watermelons are boring and i hate boring things e.g birthday cakes that read 'where is mummy'we are running and it is sunny on gooch st atmwe are going faster in this care and we will race all day bc we love iti am going to the sea to eat more leave me along unless you are hungry tooi am diving into the water and eating at the same time i hope i do not drown how boring it would be to want to dieyou are my mummy save me from how bored i am
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1 VictoriaTime agin is like opening a teapot to star anise
Floating, brewing, seasoning a royal taste
In another life I imagine a good queen
To take the lid and place a crown on the rim
To stare through gold into a pot
To look upon the stars and dip your toes into their brew
And there they were- night blue and golden at the end of Earth
Her name meets all corners of a triangle
Ten fingers in the dead sea
Heard counting in threes
And folding together as clay in the gift of daily dew
She asks when you last saw sun, and though you know it's been and gone, you can't recall he colour
Think as much, you only know the dark long hair of Rapunzel
Floating as a blanket, as the star anise
Coating in orbit the glaze of the lidless pot
Grasping at the handle and foding hopeful lips over steam
That rises wistfully
Mixing with the star anise
And the turning of the sky
And the shimmer on the sea
We begin again, a new day in the dark and
Just out of reach you see a kiln with three corners
The shuddered cold feathers
The shake of blue fire
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2. Timparr
timparr and swim between the breasts
afloat in the shallow of a ribcage
and doting on the buoyant flesh
corduroy and sin of man
blood and skin and sky retained by
a smaller nostril flare
and a slight hiss
timparr along the bristling wave
of a woman and a man
goodnight friend
A POEM BY MADDI SMTH IN 2 PRTS
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a poembyPIZZA CAT
The urgency with which my
Charcoal heart struggles to
Break through flesh and bone,
To reach you, entering through
Warm parted lips, my frantic
Teeth and tongue-
I fuck you with such reverence
It scares me.
My heart in your throat grows
Old and sweet with care,
Pressed to you, my body is
Burning again.
I have crossed a secret unnamed
Threshold and in the dark
I Feel for your fingers but cannot
Reach-
The fear comes last.
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ok ok ok ok ok
ibis ☮ nixon ☮ makes ☮ me ☮ violentby BEE EEF
vin diesel performs a rendition of ave maria
accompanied by the rock on an oversized harp at the crescendo, the rock flexes his white shirt explodes into tiny fragments which in turn become butterflies, fluttering towards the skylight it's unclear whether or not the rock was wearing a shirt that consisted of
stitched together live butterflies
the number one most important factor when committing a crimeis to maximise your cool potentialthe calculation is simplecoolness of crime = fastness of car x not giving a fuck-nessthe rest is arbitrarycommitting an un-cool crime really quite terribleit's just Not Onit's for poorspoors are animalslike meerkatswho cares what a meerkat needswho cares about the insights of a meerkatwho's going to fuck a meerkatnot me
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(....continued)
drugs are grossthe worst drugs are the ones that make you feel intense solidarity with other peoplea type of solidarity that can't be expressed physicallypost-sexualjust wanna go hamwhy can't we do this ourselveswhy can't we have a world built on such a psychologybut nowe've got shit to dothings to define ourselves bypeople to hatefor reasonsvulgar
through the internet we can now ritualise human contact intoa m e t h o d i c a l pattern of shit to dochecking the feedsit's really dangerousit make loneliness too tolerabletoo easywhen you realise you've fallen into the trapwhen you're scared of talking to your friendswhen you're unemployed and haven't left the house in a weekyou check your feedsharderlooking for somethingthat little bit of naivety you had
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l a obrien writes once more and that is all
a small cryfall-ing then upon her breast (and her shoulder) then on her little stomach
a cursing came, from the distance You Unhappy The Happy she saidand Happy The Un-to mean that love is her sweeter melancholy
and her cry is even smaller then andfall-ing then on my cheek now is the tear made of the saddest joyit is a parcel i weaved myselfout of my own silkmy heart excretes
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art here by bobbi pinn
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what <3 u by sadie clockin this is earthly sense iswhat makes you the human objectof my love and adorationitʼs your glowing heartand how it permeatesacross your pearl skini love your pearl skinit is the perfect wrapping for sucha poetic souli love it when it stretches with your smilebecause it sinks meand when your eyes glistenit is gratuitousbecause it's cinematici love your wordswhen you bind them and free themupon meonly you have made me swoonit is only you that has me feel musedi am bleeding with how you inspire meand how you fuck me makes my heart brave and inspiredwhen you lick me with that clever, sassy tongueand you put that cigarette out on the world behind youthat you passionately hateit is beautiful that you can have fireand that it is passion similar to minebut not so much that it's biding on one anotheri am in love with everything about youevery day
i could go on for years :ʼ)
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so im no fillipino grass sinclair but i occasionally whiff some guchie ---here's one:Massuman Curry LYDHSAY HARPER-I just had this dreamand it goes a little something like this:
It was a dusty hot afternoon in Bondi Junction (a city near the ocean)The year was 2025I was in a great concrete hall waiting to trade in my coupons with the mothers and the businessmenAt this hour the sunlight came down low and everything changedThe whole lighting of the planet distorted into a high static, bright nightmare, The kind of light you'd think heaven was made of,But here in this concrete jungle it was like being on mars.The announcement was madeOnly some understoodFor the rest it would take sometime for it to sink inWe all had until sunset before we would be abandonedand then taken
In the dreamI was actually with you and a childAnd then i lost youEveryone went madThe spirit of punk was back in styleEveryone wanted to destroy everyThingand while you and i both understood whyWe just wanted to get to safetyand i desperately wanted to find a way out of thisSomewhere to hideSomewhere they wouldn't lookI needed to attend to my family of courseBut they were unreachablei couldn't find themAnd by sundown
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I was in the suburbsand i was crawling in the backstreetsI snuck into an abandoned apartment blockI opened the back door and walked into a shopping mallA mass of people had piled everything they coudl find up around the outer edges of the placeAs i walked to themA blue light came over me and i knew i was on the shipbut it wasn't a shipMore like being inside a fancy boatred carpet.wooden furniture.white tablecloths.flowers in glass flute jars.people were talking.Trying to be calm.The only light; A fluorescent search flashlight shone from above.The opalescent tablecloths and the red roses.- - I look aroundI'm not just going to watch this happeneven if i dieafter a few hours of walking aroundi find youand i'm so happyand we're passionateand then i say sorry and tell you i have to get to the bottom of thisthen i keep goingUntil i come to the end of a hall way which turns down another corridor with no lights.and to some doors.
open the doordarkness.i walk inthere are stepsmarble steps with blood on themmore turns and marble corridorsmore blooduntil i come to a big wooden doorI open it slowly and i see inside two men
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playing a game with wooden sticks in the moonlit studyit is a huge study roomthe walls covered in shelves with old booksthe only wall unshelved is a giant window to let the moonlight inand i then i see that it is actually the earthand these two men are playing hockey these two gentlemenchampagne glowing while they make banter of us all.and they bought usthey bought the whole raceand i knew i was going to dieso i woke upand then i was angryso I charged my phone and using the appI paid for delivery.
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art by coleman quinley
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DAVID TRAN
low blood pressure that you can relate to
i went to see the doctor a while ago and
they said to me that i should probably be careful walkin around
i have a weak heart and i don’t have much blood
my pulse is barely there
i am told this is a very deadly combination
i want to show you how my heart beats
test me
i want to touch your positive energy so badly
so so badly
cardiac output is equal to stroke volume times heart rate
what this means? i guess if you can make my heart go faster and faster
i might get enough blood to where i can show you some of what i’m all about
do you know what viagra is?
it makes the penis go bigger
did you know?? also the clitoris too
but doctor said i can’t use it or my blood pressure will go down too much and i might faint
hhheh, mfnghhjhhhh (sic)
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i’ve always wanted to know how it feels to have an uncontrollable erection
some people will say this is the sucks but we know there are other ways to love
*brush nose into your neck and kiss the nape*
yes love is right there in your neck
this is the locus of love
i can rest here forever
i love this part of us the most
i wanna wake up to this again and in the morning maybe
we can chat:
hey, how are you??
im good, how are you?
good thanks.
good.
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weet bix scuttscherry crush
⚤ i sent my cherry crush an email
⚤ to see if she would reply
⚤ she did
⚤ my email said hi cherry i think u r rly cool
⚤ her reply said hi thanks would u like to buy a
⚤private video
⚤ i said no thanks i have a girlfriend
⚤ she replied back saying
⚤ ur girlfriend dusnt have 2 kno ;)
⚤ i delted all the emails
⚤ i just wanted 2 email my cherry crush
⚤ becaus she s famous
⚤ now i feel like a bad boyfriend
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LUME MIDWORM’s broadway vacancy
walking home from work. from central down broadway and then down wilson st. it's really cold. everywhere i walk in the city i see people wearing adidas. i'm like 'yeah im wearing adidas too, but my jacket is nike, so it's kinda like, where do i fit in'
when i was at the bar, that i was working in, there was a middle-aged woman who laughed at everything i said, who told me she was 46 but then asked me to write down that she was 34; i was uncharacteristically effusive, normally i'm very business-like when i'm working but this time i let a bit of myself enter the conversation. i told her that tomorrow my friends and i were going to shoplift women's clothes to wear, from department stores, and she looked confused and saddened, which i felt weakened our bond somewhat
the walk from the bar to where i left my bike has taken me half an hour. i'm about halfway through. it's cold but i'm generating heat through walking. also my muscles are working extra hard because i am carrying four ipads, property of my employer, that my colleagues and i are using to conduct research about the drinking establishments of Sydney and the surrounding suburbs. when i got up today and remembered that there were no ingredients in the house with which to make food i promised myself that i wouldn't eat [nothing but chocolate brownies], so i only ate chocolate brownies for about two-thirds of the day, and then i ate a subway sub for dinner. i have had subway for dinner four times this fortnight. after i finished my sub i ate a chocolate chip cookie that tasted like the brownies that i ate earlier today, so i feel like i've fallen off the wagon again in that respect.
picking up my bike from st peters station and riding it to the house in the rain without brakes is terrifying. i'm not afraid of death or injury, i'm just worried that while crossing the highway or going past the construction site i'll fall off or fall over and a tradie will say 'nice bike faggot' and i'll have to respond, 'yes, it is quite nice'
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