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An Autistic Explores His Apartment and Other Perceptual Mysteries. Featuring Mark Lawn. Songs by Big Blood.

Until autists can communicate our inner experience people will just dismiss us as retarded, autistic, disabled, challenged, weird, whatever it is.

Lyrics from Big Blood’s “My Last Days as a Fish” (thanks Caleb!):

Bending arrows and feelin’ like a bird

we were sparrows flying negating all the words

your ladies directions were usually heard in part

But we listened with our eyes and usually stole with our hearts

My fingers on the memories now but the details are poor

Though I still recall my last breath up from the ocean floor

that was the last drop of air that I ever got as a fish

and all my orders now go back to that wish

Digging to china could never happen in a day

The labor is the thing of it anyway

This memories like an arrow and I’m feeling like a bird

Recalling every sense of it with none of the words

in the arms of that old hag of a tree

I threw that headless figurine over your knee

you pulled up your hood & claimed your voodoo charms

planted your foot in my mouth & threw out your arms

Rake us down from the sky with your damaged wings

We’ll reject our parents names with every swing

We were always running muddy hands through the leaves

Now I see we where only Looking for the breeze