☣️Ms Xxan

cw for mature, explicit lyrics! ☣️☣️☣️ brief episodes at one to three mins. no intro, only spoken verse with musical accompaniment. content (music, voice) written, produced, performed by Ms Xxan ☣️☣️☣️

content warning for mature, explicit lyrics!!! spoken word voice. bleak soundscapes. cw for strong content and morbid themes and lyrics, and with negative perspectives. may be triggering for depression and mental health sensitivities. spoken poetry. harsh noise music. traversing bleak and dystopic worlds. ☣️☣️☣️ additional key words: lyrical, art, vocals, verse, speech, narration, woman, poetry, monologue, female, minimal, ambient, noise, music, electronic, dark, improvisational, poems, lyric, synth, atmospheric, sound design, voice acting, surreal, triggering, fatalism, industrial, narration, story, fiction, hnw, endarkening, confrontational, sound design, atmospheres, soundscapes, stream of consciousness all episodes / tracks written, performed, composed, produced by Ms Xxan. ©Ms Xxan, all rights reserved. episodes are brief at one to three minutes and with no intro, outro or added talk, only spoken word poems. these are works of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. msxxan.substack.com

Episodes

  1. Sep 1

    make yourself the lie.

    i fell and scraped my knee felt like a child an invalid, it's what i am i didn't deserve that so angry with something unseen who assaulted me, a lady lady or madam words that are antiquated and sound silly the old steal from the young past voices will scream at me forever the still young loathe the aging they don't even know why it's because everything is so messed up the elderly must have caused this somehow, and they did but feign ignorance pretend things were never like this even though they sowed the rot themselves the young don't quite know what the aging have done to them what are those mf-ers hiding? they must have done something some concealed sin now nothing will get them to talk the young suffer have their souls drained brains broken, bodies poisoned and the elderly know exactly as they doublethink they don't that in order for them to live past expiration the systems of abuse they've built with their own hands through perverse incentives of win or die that now feed off the young unbeknownst to them, parasites until the near end comes too soon they won't see it coming the mechanisms must persist and the aging must protect its secrets lie for it a codependent who thinks their ex still loves them or ever did they knew when they signed their names self-ensnaring in their creation all that they've birthed all that they are [lossless audio available at vumantra.bandcamp.com] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit msxxan.substack.com

    make yourself the lie.
  2. Aug 30

    hatchling.

    it’s warm feel the warmth a sympathy you feel each other believe you’re on your way to something new a nice place that’s better that’s when the thing cuts you when it goes for the kill you’re still staring dumbly into space that image of nice things kind of frozen there not realizing as the fangs cut through you through bone, through organs break all the lights inside you cut the cords your thoughts can’t come through they’re stuck in repetition words that don’t make sense play over and over and that’s all you can say but you can’t really say anything nothing makes sense so walk in front of traffic now aimlessly, in a zigzag yell at the cars yell at the buses hate the cars glare at them glare at the drivers glare at the people on the street and hate them they’re glaring back at you and they hate you more you start to hear a woman’s voice that screams all the time she’s alone it’s like she’s having a fight with herself but screaming incomprehensibly only swear words that don’t go together you’re powerless against it the thing cuts you again you can feel the liquid coming out of you spilling out of you right in front of you on the floor you feel the pulse in your ears that’s all you can feel anymore it’s the thing cutting you you thought maybe something would save you if you could get back on the right path put on a good attitude like everyone says but no that’s part of the game the lie you can never get to that finally get out take a breath something laid eggs something laid its eggs inside me now the eggs are hatching feeding off their mother’s flesh off my body small clawed hands ripping away the soft tissue feeding off my sanity my cognition more are hatching now they will keep hatching they will feed on me until i’m totally used up and then move on [lossless audio available at vumantra.bandcamp.com] This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit msxxan.substack.com

    hatchling.
  3. Aug 21

    artifice. / threat.

    threat. i fell for a practical joke but how else could that have gone? now everything’s a threat everyone is because they are on a worksheet, yes a worksheet do you get those? during ten minute webcam sessions the sheet said to imagine what’s bothering me isn’t there i feel like that’s something i’d be really good at if i were good at anything which i’m definitely not i failed the basics i don’t want to be here don’t really want to live don’t tell them that though don’t answer, look away they just stare at you blankly heard it all a million times before all day no one cares so i mourn for myself slam against the floor outraged because my life is over this must have been done to me who do you mourn and why? are you sure? i don’t believe you i think you’re full-of-it artifice. everyone transacts for a gainful imbalance wherein others become your worshippers and you the center of their world and of your own but it’s not yours it’s the machination’s behind the screen judged you already and knew the outcome wanted you to play along and maybe you did now compartmentalized verified, engaged with what you wanted so desperately at some point though it will stop working and invert itself and you won’t even know blinded by narcissism the algorithm knew steered you to self-harm in the guise of self-help because you obviously needed it so badly you’re a mess, in a state of paranoia with delusions of grandeur they have your attention now locked-in feed you what you’re terminally lacking infected in so many ways can’t even feel it you’re not checking, it’s checking you watches, listens a device driving you around controlling, as it takes from you without it, there is nothing only a wall of cement that can’t see you, doesn’t reflect it’s vacuous i don’t want to be here This is a public episode. If you would like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit msxxan.substack.com

    artifice. / threat.

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content warning for mature, explicit lyrics!!! spoken word voice. bleak soundscapes. cw for strong content and morbid themes and lyrics, and with negative perspectives. may be triggering for depression and mental health sensitivities. spoken poetry. harsh noise music. traversing bleak and dystopic worlds. ☣️☣️☣️ additional key words: lyrical, art, vocals, verse, speech, narration, woman, poetry, monologue, female, minimal, ambient, noise, music, electronic, dark, improvisational, poems, lyric, synth, atmospheric, sound design, voice acting, surreal, triggering, fatalism, industrial, narration, story, fiction, hnw, endarkening, confrontational, sound design, atmospheres, soundscapes, stream of consciousness all episodes / tracks written, performed, composed, produced by Ms Xxan. ©Ms Xxan, all rights reserved. episodes are brief at one to three minutes and with no intro, outro or added talk, only spoken word poems. these are works of fiction. names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. msxxan.substack.com