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Mike Pitts- Sour Apple Tree – SoundCloud


Listen to Mike Pitts- Sour Apple Tree by Fair Stand The Fields of France on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/brian_anthony_hardie/mike-pitts-sour-apple-tree

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globe whoes – New track.


Listen to globe whoes by Fair Stand The Fields of France on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/brian_anthony_hardie/globe-whoes

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Watch “Fair Stand The Fields of France – “Figures”” on YouTube


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 the back of the scientific neurotiic need, 

floundering toxic heed, even had I come to bleed the box fan book shelves shiver fast and slim . Are you awake? I am not. How the hell do i even sacrifice the patience to become a believer in the sounds of this hall as sad as I am? 

                                    Music                                             the days are speeding like the wheels on the bus that go round and found is more vioids I am registering with this cohesive state of mind  –  planets and water- with the waves swooshing swells alarm bells fetch sway the heat                    predicting walks by a civilian heard of dramatic hats                      they wear scowls like scarfs when we walked on the sun….        The floor sounds windy but not fixing the failure themed tumor.       Hills that I see from the summit of the mind burning a sunset accompanies the acceptance of      the tasks needed to lift my eyes and head to live as if I had like since as far back as I must remember                ruling out a plan b simply woudnt be an option        its fate and on to exceed or brushes long in the glass cups for water half way accompanying space is time is wait wait wait and work        for what only you have to give         a few sentences to justify as the document of change? Who the fuck do i think….                  Breathe and in and out and in    my eyes are dilating     taken          harbor of freight   fool orders       the last chance and then time will      cohesive     as the language must be.                 All i know, school is out, and this whole fucking mess             not a job to attempt          staircase memory lie freeze the impression or simply fuck the guy                 

                            Ive spent years out down in up right left more and more and more and more and more nights unslept                          concerned lover                           who ever is in charge of firing back      has a battlestation burning down pictures and clothes and porn and soap, 

       Its all abstract I want to shout and express myself          should have      been able to with the laws and essays written on all of this, goddamnit.                               Its death stench only killing more of me                 minds of my social teams are today agreeing….. When you drink the hipster juice…. Fuck me. Its going to be a long hard fucked tire of the me who fucking hates   watch the ball drop and      state about yourself eveything thats going to change         sometimes fuck the universe fuck fate fuck our pasts fuck how long it took to get back into the            nodds at noon dim lover asleep next to this him I yes.           Fuck you all, demons. Fuck you fucking cunts with cock wart pus splurging in eyes of         the owners of ears attached to souls that the ower is Ummm, my friends, boss, in a dream that i think I heard a long dead man now over with a friend down an elevator share with      as I created the blah blah as if I couldnt hear it. 

Gag on the noodle nicely for Jackie Kennedy. Give her all my love, even though my laptop is on a trip across the room once done “won”? No, you fuck done with typing this sentence. I am not a poet I am only     a conductor   rejected and confined to all this discouragement, so heavy I stopped sending all of it out…… one rejection. Many an acceptance. One rejection. 3 years I quit.            I must not forget my meds, to abuse them to continue to help the numb of the anger repress but by bit.      Strange        songs     in my head all the time.               No one wants to read this shit. Except you and you and me and they and the literature seat can be seen for taking a back treat down the alley for a shortcut home, ended up fucking………………. I dont even believe on my own shit.             Try it?        how ? the fuck am I trying to express?             The        faultline in my stomach is      reading activity declaring           our world to end. 

How the fuck do I explain to researchers? Well figure it out yourself, half the reason I even came was to document             a picture in prose     the poet top getting to blow naked before your eyes.                                                      Save………… theres a page. Of shit. I figured fuck writing in a moleskine, maybe something once I again         I dont know.      Until tomorrow nights show.   Im probably going to pursue    who      you know!   Who……  

felt like a twin of the rapid trepidate.        Syllable arent alive with a fucking high pitch shit of any relating to music….. But I am still going to sing it.                          Free copy. Free copy free coy coy coy not priced free copy.              I landed running and planted it     popping the black head of a python who ate and killed me.        

On stage I would vomit from the release, writing frustrates, and I just dont think I have anything to say but for      stories about the farm for a moon I am sure its got to be a planet by now.    Penis. Vagina. Penis. Vagina.                   Fashion prose poetics.         The one thing you need will feed you     and even the void for who summoned these HAHAnds DADA HAHA maybe a madness raging strugge made harder. SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU FUCKING……!!!!!!!!!! Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh.                       oh my         oh my god.      Frothy blubber whale songs pay the mortgage and speed you kids get the kids got so you could no longer be out       in the hot     pathetic state of          dont make me do it.             Oh, no, give me the drugs.      Thats funny, I maybe thought you meant        I dont even fucking remember what I was saying.      If you read this without my permission im watching you do it. I watching you do it as I do           it feels better now painful at first   however language is a vessel for which into the new         Im the battleship of a strip of                                                   fucking something. I dont know.                                    Really.             Who gives a shit. 

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this present empty aesthetic stream is the deepest fear inside me is   disguised as   shouting!  during the 4am grief     my practice of eaves dropping on dire needs   aches  my moving feet to be   moving   a    lense into the lense   the  amphetamines send friends in pairs  inner lining layers of my throat with all of the bloods phlem flowing  in a body…  mayday. Mayday.  awkward deep sea grief is  to snorkling the reef of rage/ the sniffles of  tropic drama   never ending / spiral notebooks exist to be unfinished in/ all of them   i have/  accepted     aesthetic is worth stabbing back… I laugh he turns away to wipe a tear and takes a fast minute to remember/    he is cultures    FORM  /      the eyes of that personaage have a life i see /  many like that  in big cities /  along the shore of the oceans floor  scuba bubbles  that  want to fly…..  ocean/ we have a good idea  now how wow   I’m saying after/ that sap snap to it so snappy/  I do /   will you too if I pay you?!

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New Music Page- please follow


https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/821992960&color=%23ff5500&auto_play=true&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true

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F*ck all of this f*cking stupid bullsh*t


Oh my God fuck this fucking editor they have on here, I’m seeing that posts that I KNOW!!!!!!!!!!! I TOOK DOWN!!!!!! YEARS AGO!!!!!!!!!! what the fuck am I supposed to do when I have tried time and again to delete posts I don’t want on here anymore and but when you click to go edit and delete it just sends you to some stupid fucking new post page with NOT ANYTHING!!!!!!! FOR WHICH I CLICKED ON TO FUCKING DELETE. EVER SINCE THIS NEW FUCKING EDITOR MODE YEARS AGO I HAVENT BEEN ABLE TO TAKE SHIT DOWN AND IM FUCKING PISSED!!!!!! MY BLOG IS BEING SCOURED THROUGH TO ONLY JUDGE ME AND MY PAST TO TRY TO USE SOME BULLSHIT AGAINST ME SO FUCK THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

YOU FUCKING HEAR ME, WORDPRESS???!!!!!!! FUCK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Scoring Game Sunken Redeemer – SoundCloud


Listen to Scoring Game Sunken Redeemer by Fair Stand The Fields of France on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/fstffrecordings/scoring-game-sunken-redeemer/s-yT7WBUwxnq1

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Where Do I Submit My Application? New song


Listen to Where Do I Submit My Application? by Fair Stand The Fields of France on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/fstffrecordings/where-do-i-submit-my

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Bass Shift Control Enter – SoundCloud


Listen to Bass Shift Control Enter by Fair Stand The Fields of France on #SoundCloud https://soundcloud.com/fstffrecordings/bass-shift-control-enter