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(mistigris) (the first pack) (10/94)

Hats off to Eerie! Long celebrated as one of the most relentlessly creative visual talents of the underground computer artscene, he seemed to have long since moved on, never acknowledging the longago world in which for years he was its Picasso – his engine was merely stuck on overdrive, perpetually being driven forward, onward, with no opportunity for reflection in the rapidly-receeding rear view mirror. He has only just recently given us a nod with “33RULES”, the complete, collected artscene works of Eerie from April of 1994 to his last gasp in September of 1998 – one month later than we managed to hang in there, plus the nominal hiccup for ACiD-100. It’s all the glories of the artscene in a nutshell, a masterclass in a dozen different styles, and a valuable window into the endlessly creative brain of a true computer artist.

He was a key character in the foundation of Mistigris (look up top in his timeline, the first ANSI he’s made this century, minted in TheDraw – c'mon man, that big blue Pablo logo from our debut means you know better! – where you see the brief blip we occupy at the start of his long and illustratious scene career) because he started where we started: with the NWA (Vancouver’s New Wave Artists) / GRiP/AD (Quebec’s Graphic Revolution in Progress - Art Division) merger known as iMPERiAL. It was not to be long for this world, but it got our feet up on the rungs. Before that particular bubble popped, he got well established with his influential-in-naming trendsetting BBS Sarcastic Toaster. Concretely he gave inspiration, advice and technical assistance to Nitnatsnoc when our first WHQ BBS, The Screaming Tomato, was being set up, possibly even before we had any plans to run an artgroup out of it.

Our continuity with iMPERiAL was disappointing, as most of the handful of its still-active former members at that early juncture lent their support behind Fab One’s competing proposed artgroup, PATRiOT, later RAiD (and ultimately leading to Darkforce’s Integrity.) Thanks to the connection with Nitnatsnoc he lent material support to our bid for existence not only with (as you can see above – the FILE_ID.DIZ for our first artpack release! that’s ground floor foundational contribution right there!) actual artwork (despite already holding membership in RELiC – a dual-grouping conceit that would shortly explode with membership held simultaneously – if briefly – in ACiD, RELiC, SHiVER, UNiON and Katharsis ASCII) as well as, with Sarcastic Toaster serving as CHQ, a whole potted division of Quebec-area artists he brought along with him, including Zoltar, The Naughty Tycoon, Diamond Traveller and The Extremist – that last who would carry on the role and continue representing us in the 418 code right up to our closing months with Dionyzos and Enelf Daragard.

To reiterate: Eerie was only with us for three months at the end of 1994, but echoes and effects of his brief tenure were still being felt in the final stages of Mist Classic, in August 1998 nearly four years later. In the meantime, he’d made a legend of himself. We weren’t the start of the legend, but we were near the beginning. (And reflect that any of the umpteen groups in which he held membership at one point or another could likely gush for as great length as I have here about his tenure there!) Here in this post you can enjoy his brief intersection with us, and as a bonus… here, enjoy a couple of brief Misty pieces – his spot illustration of one of my lits, and his abrasive tracked song from the “lost” Mist/Fire Radiance music disk we revived last year – that didn’t make it into his collection!

And we’ll end on something particular to Mistigris that no other artgroup (you sure as heck would never have caught it in an ACiD or Integrity pack) would have allowed him to release: a “lit” of his own!

        bloody mary







    apoplexy of a bludgeoned country
    emanations
    corrosion
    the last feedback is reechoing in your destroyed voice
    wake-ups
    highway's ending here

    i could try
    yea, yea, i could try to shout
    to puke my bile by the pores of my skin
    to be dismembered
    i could try to weep
    but it's impossible
    cuz she's sticking in my landscape
    cornering my brain without being able to exit
    her humid body
    the haemoglobin dropping from her mouth

    we won't go anywhere
    there's nowhere to go
    i want her to stay
    i still want to force myself to watch her at 3am
    i don't want to rape anymore
    i don't want to kill anymore
    but without attacking i lose my only defence

    sweet impaled flesh
    sweet impaled flesh
    SWEET IMPALED FLESH

    i'm searching you
    no clue on where you could be
    bring me back home
    don't die anymore
    i want you
    bring me back in your bed
    bring me back i don't know where
    don't bleed anymore
    don't moan anymore
    i love you

    reclothe you
    don't be hurt again
    bring me back in your arms
    so i can still believe i'm innocent
    take me
    so i can still believe i'm
    eternal
    amen







        first motion




        i

    at some places on the asphalt
    agenda pages, dispersed
    a date another one
    pages splashed with some blood drops
    countries splashed
    only the corpse and the scandal are missing
    the newspaper car left the place
    "we all know, you, journalists
    only think about
    SATISFYING
    people" money
    justice was undone
    let's attack the city
    let's attack those people swimming in their drains
    mountains splashed
    valleys assassinated
    population drowning
    my mother swallowing

    scarlet rivers
    start back from the source
    no one would dare to regret
    ISN'T IT?


        ii

    beautiful terror
    beautiful panic
    beautiful fright
    spread on the surface
    enough to corrupt everything
    and confound everything in the burst

    RIVER
    into which the population was forced to
    CLEANSE itself
    beautiful dirty river
    hands immersed in this incandescent liquid
    incardinine

    BUT YOU TOLD ME BUT YOU ADVISED ME BUT YOU APPROVED ME BUT YOU

    when the widow
    nowhere else


        iii

    - The bath has been filled with blood. Write this down.
    - "The bath has been filled with blood."
    - Write this down too. The woman has been drowned in this blood.
    - "The woman has been drown in this blood."
    - She is now dead.
    - "She is now dead."

    edge
    yes of course i'll be waiting for you
    get here fast i can't wait to

    - We certified the decease. That's it. We don't have anything else
to do here. Let's go.

    where will you meet me
    with who


        iv

    memory you stab with the turpentine
    the creature has gushed
    poor frail innocence why
    did you manifested yourself
    beautiful and young so beautiful and young
    why

    no

    the sea is prolonging day after day
    already finished the story

    everything that happens unconsciously
    when the skin is naked
    when the soul is turned off
    when the conscience is dying


        v

    they were beautiful so beautiful
    so magic

    conversation recorded on magnetic tape
    one day they will know
    no
    yes no yes
    SET ME FREE

    a life without disappointment
    an existence without normality morality
    them girls without disappointment
    them girls without ignorance
    without naivety

    i tell you
    set me free
    yesb

    cold shower
    steaming bath



    now
    life can be
    while a moment of ecstacy
    while the absolute bombardment
    of hell hell you see
    real liberation
    from the soft cushion and the old bread
    from the paradise of the dungeon
    adjunction of liberty
    to the sad yesterdays that
    continue cant stop
    for an infinite deflagration
    of which the epicenter will be
    in my brain
    synapses will create the spark

    atomic garden
    atomic garden
    smell the radioactive flowers
    of an internal hiroshima


        un

    the steep bank
    the beach is empty
    drown yourself
    nobody is watching
    search somewhere else

    torn covers
    land of crimes
    buy my piece of asphalt
    speckled with guts

    a child, raped
    under a fire-orange sky
    the water the torrent rumbling faster
    way too fast

    i don't want to be the killer tonight
    drown yourself alone


        decimated i

    and this time
    at the window
    beheaded remorses
    a blood-stained body on the bed

    in a chapel
    administrative gods oracle
    the territory
    where the incestuous union will happen
    nothing on the terrain
    else than two naked bodies
    fucking under the heat of an eternal summer


        decimated ii

    the serial killer
    swimming in the innocence of his victim laying down on the mattress 
tied to the poles
    all she has is her cries

    the virgin is there she looks to the sky




        second motion


        northwest

    hallucinated amoebaes
    hear the stretch of the glaciers
    see the red disaster
    of the sacrificed aurora borealis
    of the infernal screen
    the one that will prevent you
    to think about the winter
    flames will reach your mouth
    and your tongue will decompose
    your cells will split up
    and carbonize the snow by their effervescence

    and i'll shit on your corpse


        insanities

    i'm coming here to take you
    we're going

    average catholic images
    life used to be moral normal with excellent reputation corporative 
parents javellized childhood full of lethargic laughs and microwaveable 
love
    no way baby
    the highway is just a second away
    my soiled hand in your sweet blond hair
    shut up


        instant departures neighbouring regions
        nocturnal celebrations with sulfuric acid

    seas of sand
    skidding continents
    cannibal torrent

    i'm building my non-existant soul
    from the wounds of my victims
    i lost my sight
    because of the vinegar
    i will never recover from my insanity
    even with the radiations
    even with the drugs
    every day
    every night
    even with the insomnias i will never leave the nightmare

    i went away
    i left the dump when i saw you weeping
    with an hatchet i broke the bones of my friends
    they shouted and they shut up, petrified
    i closed my eyes
    mist on hometown, usa
    grey pick-up on the nine
    six am

    come with me
    i'm going outta here
    i'm escaping to the states
    don't suffer for me
    i'll suffer for you
    come with me
    i'm the muthafucker who's awaitin you
    to fuck me kiss me fuck me kick me fuck me kill me
    to fuck me

    i crucified my reality
    i carved my acid truth
    i drowned my cephalic territories
    me, that compulsive liar
    i have no intention of repenting myself
    there's only you i can't lie to

    come with me
    i wanna get outta here


        exit 223

    i feel like dislocated by your presence
    viaducts pass so fast
    lamp posts and lamp posts
    ten-wheelers and ten-weelers

    you don't say anything
    i first thought about doing as if it was okay
    i even tried
    but the only thing i did was to destroy myself more
    when i saw you hurling in the rearview mirror
    when i saw you losing the last remains of your purity

    my heart is lacerated
    your moans are scourging me
    your bloody wrists are confounding with the explosion of my retin

    was it you i was waiting for?
    was it you i saw, yesterday, on the guard-rail
    vomiting the medication inoculated the day before
    the face demolished under a tide of industrial alcohol
    emerging
    desesperately seeking for air

    radio is broadcasting its aseptised fast-mood
    who cares
    in my head the ten-wheelers are still driving
    faster
    louder

    and the pelting rain
    and the wipers
    and on the right the acid sea
    and on the left the dry fields
    and the pelting rain
    and the wipers
    and on the right the acid sea
    and on the left the dry fields
    and the pelting rain
    and the wipers
    and on the right the acid sea
    and on the left the dry fields

    i love you
    on the back seat
    when you are dying

    and your finger on the trigger
    who cared



    I COULD HAVE I WAITED FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG LYING ON THE SNOW WAITING 
FOR TOMORROW EVEN IF I KNEW TOO WELL THAT AWAKING WOULD BE HELL ALL NIGHT 
LONG CARS PASSED WHILE I WAS WRITING YOUR NAME I LOST ALL MY HOPE NOW MY 
WORDS ARE LIKE KNOCKS OF HAMMER ON A FUCKING REALITY MADE FROM DREAMS HOPES 
FIGHTS BEAUTIES UGLINESSES I WROTE YOUR NAME I SHOUTED IT I MASTURBATED IT 
ALL NIGHT LONG SNOW FLAKES ONE AFTER ONE FELL ON ME AND BURIED ME I THEN 
REALIZED THAT MY WORK THAT MY SHOUTS THAT MY CALLS THAT MY DESIRE THAT ALL 
THIS DIDN'T EMBELLISH MY BURNED BRAIN I THEN DROWNED UNDER AN INTENSE 
VOLLEY OF SNOW BLOODY MARY I KNOW THAT YOU WON'T COME I KNOW THAT YOU DON'T 
EVEN EXIST I WAITED FOR YOU ALL NIGHT LONG KNOWING THAT YOU WOULD NEVER 
COME I WAITED FOR YOU WITHOUT EVEN HOPING YOU ALONE ALONE ON THE ROAD DID 
YOU HEAR ME DIE?