SPYKES "June 28 2023" one sided lathe 7"

$30.00

Date #7, Mars 202224 BC: Love in the Time of Red-Banded Excretions"**
*Featuring: SPYKES “June 28 2023” One-Sided Lathe 7" Played on a Martian Bonegramophone*

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He went by **Lukzor**, and his profile said:

> “6'2” (Earth inches) | Biped | Into sound-based sculptures, iron dust wine, and limbless poetry.
> Swipe right if you own a lathe. Bonus if your saliva doesn’t corrode alloy.”

She was called **Zeenapha**, part human, part archivist mold, regrown from library fungus in the thawing ruins of Atlantic Outpost 3. Her photo was blurry but clearly featured the **SPYKES “June 28 2023”** lathe cut 7” embedded in her thoracic shelf like a brooch.

The match was instant.

They agreed to meet on the **Martian crust ridge once known as Valles Marineris**, near a fossilized vending machine and beneath a shrine to forgotten insect gods carved by exogeologists in the Year of Many Spines.

Zeenapha brought the record. Lukzor brought a **millipede.**

> “Narceus americanus," he grunted.
> “Red-banded. Still alive, somehow. Found it nibbling antenna grooves off an abandoned SPYKES side project.”
> “You didn’t lick it, did you?” she asked.
> “Only once. For romantic reasons.”

They sat in silence while the sun bloomed magenta behind distant ice cliffs.

He set the millipede on a sound-conductive rock.

She inserted the 7” into her bonegramophone rib-slot.
The record played a **distorted field recording of time collapsing**, woven with crackles, a child humming, and the hiss of something burrowing *too close.*

The millipede began secreting.

Zeenapha’s eyes misted over.

> “This… this track... it was recorded in reverse from the moment of a human’s last taste of a plum. I didn’t think it still existed.”

Lukzor leaned in.

They kissed.
But her lips had touched the excretion residue on his.

A brief shimmer. Then her skin flushed violet. Her spine sprouted **bio-audio petals** that pulsed in sync with the SPYKES lathe groove. She tasted **wood smoke, glass rot,** and a memory of 2007’s underground cassette scene.

> “Don’t feel bad,” he said. “JackBeefus warned me. But I had to try.”

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In the Martian sand, the millipede curled into a treble clef and disintegrated with a sound not unlike a whispered “upvote.”

And though she glowed with pain and static, Zeenapha smiled.

> “Worst first date? No.”
> “Strangest love? Maybe.”
> “Will it last?”
> “As long as the needle keeps moving.”

They left the shrine hand-in-claw, disappearing into the ultrasonic feedback of a planet still learning how to forget.

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**Location: Southern Valles Marineris, near the Echo Ridge Fault Scar**
**Size of millipede (excluding antennae): approx. 9.8 cm**
**Identification: Possibly Narceus americanus, but corrupted by Martian sonics.

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