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The Last Dream

by P. Emerson Williams

I Am The Last Thing it unfolds pragmatically, this explosion of new beings, parasites, broken down cells dispersing I am the last thing that shouts into the void Watching my own bodies decay and that which grows from there, The vanity hypothesized envisions the last part. I am at one with the machine I am the last thing that shouts into the void This fearful of writing of a mind that shouts into the void This fearful of writing of a mind that shouts into the void
A strange frame of mind runs through silhouettes like skewers. The successive breed is a wonder to behold. This piece of writing of a mind, radiant and expansive, shall spark off bursts of loops in your core. I distinguish every single one with excessive ambiguity. The vanity hypothesized envisions the last part. I will bleed all the living dead dry. I'll be the cause of the last part. Now permanent obligations of death have their basis in abandoned nervous tension. Flush cutting divergences saturated on the agency regulating skin with bloody discolour. The deceived total that will never die, undeniably, the cathartic policy tear down the lunacy of every one with the intention of bringing them to life. Howling, flow of blood, bludgeon athwart the ground crimson bitter taste, abandon blackout the entire unaided some time ago vital. Take pleasure in the ecstasy of panic in the balance in splendour be conveyed, on bloody wings you’ll soar. When the task force is pitiless as in this epoch, the usual motivations do not apply, and meaning hangs together in a fury of gluttony. Disaster courts restrictions when all fail to realize the significance of the nocturnally erected scaffolds; shocking plans and decomposition will depart this life and subsequently secrete its corrosive enzymes. Subsequently, the carefully fabricated reputation aggravates the clients’ peevishness, born rulers who should dislike being an adjunct to the truth behind the veil of press coverage. Shadows of helicopters in the moonlight is vivid, understand; SETA, B61-11 and Satellite imagery will mean drenching the vaulting the trees in either side of the garden path with a crimson flow. The leader will then veto buyouts walk out on supporters and Ingrained Incontrovertible-10, heralding, I hope, a time of Pestilence. Habituate yourself on the road to your will, you shall be eliminated. When the boundaries tumble, you’ll be crushed.
Silence of weird mercy, its grinding stilled In that onetime incarnation as a wolf I ravened CRYPTIC revulsion authority augments the FLESH I am at one with the Machine It consumes me to induce submission The science of being; a dissection of nothingness An inhuman presence in the Fiendish morass Bless this Breathless Cry in the radiance of our curse I move nations with the Machine And glory in its cold embrace


The music that flows through P. Emerson Williams haunts his mind un til it can be given form, such as it is, like a transmission from the abyssic depths, just as the music transmits to Erich Zann. The guitar and voice arrangement grows tendrils and tentacles, being recorded in odd locations using subterranean reverberations and energies that flow thorugh the earth. z

This EP is a weird tale scribbled and scrabbled feverishly im the last dimming light, echoes of the last shout, the last dream. Is this collection declaimed for human ears or the watchers, to record the tale in their eternal silence? That remains to be seen. This short collection of pieces came about in the cpourse of recording the piece Den Daude Spellemannen Spiller Fremdeles, which was written to open the set P. Emerson Williams played with Jarboe during DARK MOFO for an evening of music in Hobart, Australia that included JG Thirlwell and Chelsea Wolfe.

About P. Emerson Williams:

P. Emerson Williams is a multi-media artist delving in music, art, writing, and video. More people listen to the sounds of P. Emerson Williams every day than realize it, for much of it is embedded in extensive transmedia projects past and ongoing. A visionary artist and an illustrator, his work takes projects spanning physical and digital media, genres and modes of performance to strange realms.

"Given P. Emerson Williams extensive track record of cross-medium and genre art over the past thirty years, it is likely he will become an underground legend. This may have occurred already, yet given his reclusiveness, it’s unlikely he would notice." -James Curcio, author of Fallen Nation, Join My Cult and The Immanence of Myth

P. Emerson Williams is a Necrofuturist Highwire Artist – Dr. Hyatts Black Book Omega, The Original Falcon Press, 2009


released October 19, 2016

P. Emerson Williams - Guitar, Vox


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