Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly (A-Z)

James Quentin Devine m.v.d. · 💙

Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly 𝑂ℎ 𝑙𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑏𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑦 𝐼 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑔𝑜 𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑦 𝐎𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 Oh let me be only utter beauty I shall go quickly 𝙾𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 . . .

░░ PATER SATO STYLE — PEGASUS / LOS ANGELES NIGHT SKY ░░

chic stylish illustration in the style of Pater Sato of a thin and lithely muscular red-blonde long-haired man with an angular jawline and high cheekbones riding a pearlescent chromatic winged pegasus across the glowing night sky of los angeles, the man is wearing movie star sunglasses an elegant tailored mohair casentino riding coat and sharkskin trousers with a wide-brimmed dark hat and sleek italian boots

ᴅᴜʙɪᴏᴜs ᴛʀᴏᴜʙᴀᴅᴏᴜʀ█ WE ARRIVED AT THE 𝑆𝐸𝐴, AND PENNED IN, 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑆𝑇𝐸𝐷. . They'd said I'd heard you were dead but the rumors were persistent. Premature. Kept a score. Three or four. Devil may abjure. The faces are a blur. Judge in a hurry. Jury in jest. Fire your neurons 'til they clear out their desks. Clear your head. . Nobody believes in you until everyone always did. That's just how it is. It's a bitch.

James Quentin Devine 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.

D. —

E. WRONG GUY

EXT. LAGUNA BEACH looked at me she said "i've seen you on television" i said "could've been" she said "what is it" i said "i'm not sure" snapped her fingers . she said "the show with dr. drew" i thought of loveline but i'm far too young as ever . snapped her fingers . "celebrity rehab" shit . "haha nope" that one wasn't me sorry lady

F. HIT THE SEARCHLIGHTS, WE'RE FUCKING COMING

A tedious provocateur and a struck star walk into a bar. A done-deal made. They're driven off in a car. Long-limousine riddance. In the after-hours of glances and glowers. Nights passing in strangeness. Cutting up in the pulp of pages. . Ever just break something on purpose¹ . . . ?

G. —

H. "FEEBLETON DEAD" by SCALED ALPS (Preview Mix)

🦎🐊 From the forthcoming EP 'Peak Arousal': . There's always an easy way out. You could take it if you wanted to. Do you? . 🦎🐊 exit's over there kid (go on through)

I. —

J. THE UNTITLED CHAMPION

Paranoid until proven right. Illumed diffuse evening light. Domed confusion. Lower glyphs. A Druid a Dyad A Sylph. A sphinx. A slight. A helping hand in a cramping vise. . A CREEPING VINE INTERTWINED WITH THE HOLLYWOOD SIGN SET ALIGHT TO THE PERVISH DELIGHT OF PASSERS-BY AND BEYOND. . A TOAD KISSED TWICE TO PRINCE, THE SUMMONED SCUM OF A PUCKERED POND. A TOKEN A TICKET. TRAMP MOUNT VENUSIAN THICKET. CLOSE YOUR EYES AND COUNT TO WICKED. A QUICKENING TAKEN IN SICKNESS AND HATE. LIQUID FARGONE, ELIXIR SURFEIT. . Perfect, Perfect. At last! An alibi.

K. —

L. PRINT PERSUASION

You can't hold it in your hands. Just scope electrons. So if you want the Real-Feel, instead of the waifu pillow, you gotta order it. Over, hard. .

The debut issue of 𝐂𝐚𝐟é 𝐆𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧, a magazine foolish enough to've published me, is available in rapidly-dwindling quantities online and at select shops in L.A.

M. OCTOPUS

Needed to get a grip. So I went looking for you. Couldn't find you. Not anywhere. Sucked.

N. —

O. Rap Music is Fucking Dead (I Feel Like '06 Nas)

"UHM FULLIN' LOOOOIIIIK '98 DYLAN KLE-BOLD—" .

Li'l Slurz da VaporTrapper is way, way too close to the microphone.

Plosives poppin when it's 'posta be pussies, Slurz.

The Autotune strains, ungodly.

. "Slurz wit' a z." "A zed you say?" . Slurz doesn't know I'm from Angerland. . "Ionno fuck you talnbout." .

Slurz is "from Chicago," but he is lying.

He often does.

. "Yeah I stay out in Chi-Raq." .

Slurz doesn't know I'm an investigative journalist.

A trained sleuth.

Out for bounty.

Out for truth.

Slurz, you see.

Slurz is from Lake County.

Up north.

For what it's worth.

Grew up red-brick and leafy.

Wanted for Li'l.

No account, really.

Just about.

He's all-fabbed, totally made up.

Accent's fake.

Fake as fuck.

He's wearing a wave-cap.

That's not okay.

Right?

No.

No, no.

No fucking way.

But he is.

So what of it?

Streams himself on the daily.

Stoned studio sessions.

To an audience of 1.2m followers.

Li'l Slurz is a new media star.

. "Is you a FBI agent?" .

Slurz has a new album coming out with his cousin CussBoy Gives No Fucks (CBGNOFUX T-shirts have been getting kids kicked out of class all the schoolyear-long)

. 𝚀𝟷 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟺 so . BE ON THE LOOKOUT . . . WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK I'M TALKING ABOUT . . . ?

P. —

Q. As-Yet Untitled SCALED ALPS Song (Preview Mix)

From the forthcoming EP 'Peak Arousal,' we present yet-more 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. . I took a long time with the lyrics on this one, so I hope you sit with them ↴↓

R. ASS SCENE ON TELEVISION

I'm in O.G. Helmut Lang button-fly playing hard to get. Float like a butterfly and sting like a fighter jet. Privy like a corsair. Kid mohair don't go there. Dress you down in proverbs, probably. Prepare.

S. CLEARANCE

They will not be speaking English, if they speak at all, but in the future, we, such that "we" are remembered, having been lumped in, chronologically, with our forebears, flattened, will be known as "the deforesters," those who felled trees, the wasteful ones.

T. HELLO MY NAME IS CURIOUS FURY

Grant me license to be me, O Fortuna, Such that I might sing a song of thee. . It is hard nowadays to have any particular certainty. That anyone is not in fact a ghost. There is the perpetual temptation to delete fucking everything. Root-host. We chafe tectonic. The lovely and talented.

U. BIOPHOBIA

The urge to piss rose in him. He had nowhere to do it. Indignity summons anger. A demon appears. Forms. Shadow's abandon. Flail. Windows unveiling. Floor to ceiling. Flirt with feeling. You can be a real chameleon.

V. CURRENT EVENTS

Rivers seized. Universal reversal. Tribal expulsion. Peers fall to the wayside. You could be next, should be next. Vultures creep an empty nest. Infiltrate til no one's left. That which is left is behind in the sense of an ass, and in scent too. Burning sense. Permanent high school. Exclusionists. Illusionists. Contortionists. Extortionate.

W. THE FUTURE'S FOR RENT

No one believes in me. But they do think of me. Object obsession. Paid possession. Sole position. Statuary stance. Hedgemazes and headmasters. Mind games and ghettoblasters. Rolls-Royce crush car. Overturned and burnt. Unsalvageable elegance. Grey eminence. Slivered spurs.

X. —

(Cont'd) Electronic monitoring is in process. . One day a lump'll take over your entire body and divert its resources and starve you.

Y. AS SEEN IN A DREAM

An orgiastic scene. Thine and thine and thene. I can make up words. I can make up meaning. If you do the hooking. I can do the cleaning.

Z. —

presented in
FRAGMENTED REALITY

a subsidiary of
𝘟𝘌𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘙𝘖𝘔𝘈
"Inevitability — Delivered."

            I AM A FATED CHARACTER.     IT IS OK.     THANK YOU.
        

SELECT ME? 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑 . . . 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐄 / a / k / a ＪＱＤ
is a self-taught integrated media company
founded haunted and enchanted in 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙴𝚁𝙾𝚂, 𝙲𝙰.

"Thank you . . .
Thank you." 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.

Have an entirely unmixed fucked MIDI version of Queens of the Stone Age's "Lost Art of Keeping a Secret," fuck it, fuck everything: (thank you)

1 "On purpose" is uneducated hillbilly language. The proper terminology is "purposefully." I meant "on purpose" here. (I TEND TO MEAN THINGS)

Thank you . . .
Thank you. 💙 𝚖.𝚟.𝚍.

✦ Lost Eros, CA · Nov 2023.