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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?
