Unnecessary Enterprises is a solo project of John Eivaz, otherwise known as john e. john is a DIY home music producer, and a longtime admirer of spazzy "interesting" music of all sorts. Influences might or might not be Brian Eno, Captain Beefheart, Charles Ives and The Firesign Theater.
[ATC Supervisor:] Ask them if they want to report officially. [ATC:] TWA 517, do you want to report a UFO? Over. [TWA Pilot:] Negative. We don’t want to report. [ATC:] AirEast 31, do you wish to report a UFO? Over. [AirEast Pilot:] Negative. We don’t want to report one of those, either.
“This isn’t about some kind of minor infatuation,” Mable said. “It isn’t about sex either, or lust or any of that other shit that consumes people, but I will say that it is about love, which is an emotion I can’t help but feel every morning when I wake up and go out into this world.”
choking down entire argument in record time
continuing calculations are getting far closer
to where i want to be than where i need to be
unhealthy eroticism is in sensitivity training
so that it won't be instantaneously spooked
pouting, making a hand gesture. furrowed. a photo of a sheet of ice. having there at various monitoring points. reddish dust, uncomfortable. the foam springs. compensation for a more dignified life. exploration sufficed dropped into water. involuntary moan so.
We lived the kind of life that goes unnoticed, in a town no one cared about. Small town, run down. No highways near it. Nobody noticed guys like us, guys with crummy lives. Not until we shot someone or got shot. Not until our face could be used as the face of some new drug epidemic.
Scribe. With a name known only to himself. Waits to pen letters to friends in Tunisia
Algiers, Morocco, or
Amsterdam. Writing to family, we scribble thumbnail sketches of ourselves, or who
we remember startled us