Introduction to “Mr Squelchleys Acid Poem”
This is about something that I could describe as not only biggest influence to writing but also one of my favorite things ever and that is Acid music. Be it acid house, acid techno, acid jungle or acid Dungeoncore glitch Ambient, I love all of it. I guess its not for me to decide but I was like to say that many of my writings were the acid dungeoncore glitch ambient of the literary world. Mr Squelchley’s acid poem is about a an analouge wizard creating sounds with magical modular synthesizer with the accompaniment of a living drum machine.
Mr Squelchleys Acid Poem
Play the Bach-splash brain tape.
It's a chronicle of the distortion made
Feeding the deck into a mind back loop.
It's Texturising every play back through.
Modular minded then cable patch
The air of noise is filtered back
Boom to the clicks in the distillery
The acid in the sound is in the refinery.
Drip to squelch of it passing high.
The vibration of the waves just saw it glide.
Filtered from real and The rendered.
The Bubble drop gloop bass bended
The liquid viscus flow of pH hertz
Set to dribble in colourful burst.
It will rise and fall and bounce.
The Sqwallows of the beast is in the house.
The acid beat tyrant of arrhythmica
Like a dark tone bright cataclysmica
Made to warp the sequence of digression.
And it's In deep cooperation with the procession
A joint Flow to draws of lines
The circuit connection to channel finds
Only a audio path to distorted lands
The dials twiddled out buneagle hands.
Warping wave and mind, wave mindedley
ReMinding you behave re-finitely.
Qweeping gleef tears of languish blobs.
The Trojan BlindScape clicks'n pops.
Shattering the globs of dried alkaline twine.
That's hugging sweetly destroying the brand new mind.
The baseline detective analogue sleuth
Discovered The indescribable changed the truth.
Then Just summoned forth The goblin army of 303
Sent to invade the wires that are controlling thee.
And Eight o rate rated the next word played section
Wording out the beat in a meta direction
Like Snared out of the loop. Crashed into the bar.
Kicked seriously more to the floor to the four
Sayin high to the hat and then closed.
The sample team stand in line audiblably posed.
The percussive crusaders just jump and laugh.
Because All they want is to make you dance.