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A little talk about pain.
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Leading the Dead Beat Poetry revolution.
Stranger Fly is the solo effort of Conrad "Rad" Young. Best known for being the monster behind Tenticular Genocide and the wrestling mask clad vocal assailant for Pig Chicken Suicide. This is an effort to strip away the noise, music, masks and leave the bones of language in their wake. Life is poetry. This is one man's life made public. Letters make words. Numbers make problems.
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Podcasts • Poetry
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Peak #16
Peak in subgenre #5
Author
Stranger Fly (Conrad Young)
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January 15, 2013
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MP3 1.6 MB • 128 kbps • 1:47
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Through the pain of fine art I have perfected the fine art of pain. Some people avoid it at all costs. Some seek it out, exhilarated by it's touch. Others will tell you that pain is merely a reminder that you are not lucky enough to be dead yet. An Eastern religion touts that life is pain. Childbirth agrees, the violence of procreation is essential. Pain is an integral part of the human experience. Without it we are automatons, husks, as empty as the skins that snakes and cicadas leave behind. Strange how we admire those who are able to endure pure excruciation without cracking. Refusing to implode in the depths of an ocean of hurt. Engulfed in agony at the cruel hands of the universe or at the hands of humans who strive to inflict as much as possible before they shuffle off into the land beyond suffering. Some we pity for the hardships they endure. Life's torturous cacophony ringing through bleeding ears. But only when it is forced upon them. When people go out of their way to hurt themselves they are often labeled lunatics or attention seekers. Suffering at their own hands wreaking masochistic havoc. Self inflicted wounds. Deliberate injuries. Names carved in arms. Often in the name of love or lack thereof. Some love pain Often we find love painful. Pain is who we are. The hurt we feel defines us as much as joy. Count yourself lucky to feel anything. Love your pain as completely as it loves being inside you.
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