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Dosh Juggar
04:37
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In the haze of dawn I felt my head begin to shake. I had woken in a vast expanse of things to break. Vapid upper middle class only children, values of a long forgotten time had instilled them all. I’ve got this statue of a fingernail on my hand; a bleak homunculus inside of us, inside us all. Despite the contents of internal motivation, no commutativity...I’m growing to embrace a fall. When I’m staying inside I feel okay; wasting away my time in an abstract way. With a bottle and a mic sending signals out; in the blackest of nights, a chromatic lout. Out crossed symmetry writing another requiem, tell-tale metronome talking a point around again, lost establishment, sinking a ship that never rose, blast, group analogy, sitting alone in ennui. Chthonic inspector was a spectre of me but you don’t expect it with ability...Chthonic inspector was a spectre of me but you don’t expect it with ability. What’s he up to, under cover, what’s the deal’s end? What’s he saying in every message that he sends? What’s he up to, semaphore, the spherical way? What’s he up to, valid story? What’s he up to what (sing up to)?
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Sherm Und Drang
03:52
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Primarily I seek to uncover the facets of my symmetry which is abrasive, if not damaging. In retrospect I should have left it alone and gone back though other times, that had been the best plan of attack. A process, that would work, if it weren’t for storm and stress, too much work too much tension. A process, that would work, if it weren’t for storm and stress, too much work too much tension. You’re scaring me, a streak of ruined opportunities present to me, you think I can do something with this shit? In retrospect I should have left it alone and gone back, though other times, you convinced me to work, but alack. You could respect me but instead you choose to heckle me disregarding the fact that I once told you I supported you…you could afford it but instead you choose to heckle me ignoring all evidence of monetary independence. This is how I feel, knowing that I’ve angered you. Walk away saying, you’re a naysayer, you’re a grave defacer, you’re a pointless chaser. In retrospect I should have left it alone and gone back, though other times, I was sorry I even got back.
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Violins/Violence
02:31
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They will go, embark on a quest. They will go, head southwest. Galloping down, uh, the hall monotony, seeing the glass panel slide beside, uh, me. Bidding goodbye to the watchman silently, walking uphill to the ravine (botany). Sidewalk incarnation; cement holds no word. Park hold backward middle of the night, taking quite a draw from the blown green bright! Old stone furniture glisten in the light, out over the mist, a man screams out of sight. Galloping down, uh, the hall monotony, seeing the glass panel slide beside, uh, me, bidding goodbye to the watchman silently, walking uphill to the ravine (botany). They return.
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Steroid
03:35
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How many people have you hurt today? I think it’s 2 or 3 and maybe one of them isn’t me
How many people have you hurt today? I didn’t realize I didn’t see a face near their eyes
I tried to raise a ceiling, I tried reversing healing, explicit anger feeling, entrusted with this stealing
of elation from my patience leaving naught but scarred abrasions
vacancy, no human decency, fraught with complacency, was not content to me, the ceiling
fell apart onto me, casting out to the see, oil refinery, cleansing me of my teeth
o holy scent of flowers, erase the twilit hours, in which a crimson shower, resulted from a power
move from nations, losing patience leaving naught but bartered stations
apathy, no human decency, department of the plea, filled up the cup with ease, no feeling
entered then, sacrament, feathered pen, sign your end, of the great, signature, in the sky, challenger
steroid, take what’s wrong with me, drown it, in some painful sea, make it, burning perfectly, some great, chemical release
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Hilbert Suite
12:55
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Perfunctory glances, business casual stances, geocentric head-in-the-ground-styled chances, metallic instrument glazed with shreds of tenacious dissent
You strum in your suit with the haircut to boot, the soil changes but you're still ingrained at the root, intelligence prevents me from embarking your pose of repent
For general purpose, you shoved and you worked us into some song-dependent mad production-al circus as if my lines of poem had nothing easily crossed by your head
Encased in the ire and the 1/4 inch wire, enticing chord progressions had me rife with desire to exit to the brick and return to the line of misfire
How odd to own hands and feet and make plans
Aside the figure, it sleeps much quicker
The greyed sepulcher we had been christening was taken past a flag of valid differing
And now I hesitate, as I have lost a lot, out from the blunderbuss, fires a caution shot
Involuntarily, i saw a signal flare emerge and slice apart, the strands of oiled hair
As you were strolling back, the burst capillary made me anticipate being ancillary
Speaks like a kyrie, the deferential word, ordered to sit and pray, a list of integers
that I associate, with several thousand sheep as they abscond from ears in a maximum heap
I don’t know how my desires seem to sync up so evenly, so evilly as my senses are deceiving me
I wear a ringing shroud so I detect a fall; spelunking in a cloud, investigate them all
a castle of mistakes, a siege of decency, so I can reach and take, as you were meeting me
it might be useless, now a multivitamin, it wasn’t potent loud, but I was fighting it
through my loudspeaker brain enter a library, and pull from all the shelves, the phrase inside of me
Speaks like a kyrie, the deferential word, ordered to sit and pray, a list of integers
that I associate, with several thousand sheep as they abscond from ears in a maximum heap
the stringent social fence, whose poles I had inferred were raised and painted up and then enveloped her
and now we don’t converse, like we once had used to as I become a phrase afraid of fraying rope in two
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Doldrums
02:43
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Sick Jello Angle
04:54
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through a crowd erased it on, sprinkled dust, elaborate pawn, call me out, reveal my scheme, jello view, obscuring ream, caliphate protectorate can I stay, can I stay for the play. NO SIR, caliphate protectorate, can we stay, can we stay for the play. YES, call me out, reveal my scheme, jello view obscuring ream, under, the underneath the barrels of plaster disaster these. FUCK IT. Under, the underneath the barrels of plaster disaster these. WOO. Quagmire, OD, jello, take me, good times, old friends, kill them, it ends. Cthtonic spectre, spectre of me. You wouldn’t expect my ability .
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Wife Swamp
02:14
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through the forest glade, through the foreign gaze, you inspire a new view, you acquire the new you, soon a swinging force will before be sourced, from a new crude reference, not through accrued refuse, out rude dazzles, simple violence, unknown fragment, easing eyelids, rude as ever, different mile length, stunning asset, isomorphic. You’re a container for everybody’s voice, mouth oscillator shooting you in the head, mouth operator, no filter and no choice, you’ll suffer later through things you haven’t read. Listen to me, quiet yourself, I’m over here I’m over here. You’re a container for everybody’s voice, mouth oscillator shooting you in the head, mouth operator, no filter and no choice, you’ll suffer later through things you haven’t read
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Mortadella Intrusion
06:27
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On top the well of sighs Enter a cycle of lies Make sure to shut the gate, upon return you’re late. A marching mass of dead Amassing ball of lead Confusing functioned shrine Deserves all of your time. Different people Cave in starting somewhere Safe house number locate ending nowhere. Why is he standing alone, time zone, Effigy burning alone, jive groan, Unrecognizable face, sky flown the unfamiliar taste, shy shown on top the well of sighs Enter a cycle of lies Make sure to shut the gate Upon return you’re late, face first make me making of fool of myself note to self, casting a bone to the wind strafed blaze hurt faking your life as you reorganize sorting algorithm flayed, David Hilbert couldn’t play, master of compacted games, writing the tail of your name, antediluvian brain, speaking the word, spinning in cycle again, ball, balancing all, spherical earth that I’m standing on, brain hurt make me, making of fool of myself note to self, howling right into the days or gun eyes sorting algorithm flayed, David Hilbert couldn’t play master of compacted games, writing the tail of your name, antediluvian brain, speaking the word, perpendicular and against the walls, enclosing all, spherical earth that I’m breaking from pain, enclosing all, spherical earth that I’m breaking from pain
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Benadryl Napalm Undertow
06:52
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In the breaking waves, I had found a key. It unlocked a jar, and a symphony fully contained in, a sustaining note. That encompassed all, and destroyed the boats from the depth of time, and the coral sun, that had frozen up, and had flooded none in a size-less reef, and a brackish sheath that had pulled me down, with me in its teeth.
Violently, material falling and coating everything in sheets of black and gold in the Benadryl napalm undertow, mass incarceration is the future if you hold your head down and ignore the polygons prophesizing the world below; actual categories of people are suppressed within the system that is spanned by a basis of greed and jealousy figureheads are spouting their phrases like they were set up by the same ones that had held your wisdom down now here’s a melody:
In the breaking waves, I began to write, it unlocked a jar, that I broke from spite fully contained in, tidal pools of bile that encompassed all, made it all worthwhile, macro strain, kills the brain. Flee from the light, coast through the flight.
Fold, cut, gnashing and smashing the frame, filling the foreground with pain. Soaking the sun, in a bath, you might laugh, fire the staff, split hand, oversaturated flame, ceasing the lantern of shame. Drugging your gun, sell a ton, switch to run, and to stun. Twenty four times, twenty four times, sold and crisped on federal lines, dull force, undercalculated blame, lightning the beacon of gain. Drawing a blank drawing a blank molten fists did several crimes sweet name, staging the merger of cain, caught as it falls in the rain. All the water broke the vcr, and it flattened out your pbrs, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the water broke the vcr, and it flattened out your pbrs, all the salt had caked the new keytars, all the salt had caked the new keytars.
Watch me sail to the curse and then pick up a person in danger, rotating mast it goes boom in the past and it washed me, new saturation with anticipation of dark waves rolling and coasting round even the head of town. Watch me half of a person that knows he ain’t terse but when danger comes and I take a pill just for a fucking thrill, washed me out of the codified system that I described, dark waves rolling me over, please drown me again, I know in the breaking waves, I had found a key, it unlocked a jar, and a symphony fully contained in, a sustaining note that encompassed all, and destroyed the boats. From the depth of time, and the coral sun that had frozen up, and had flooded none in a size-less reef, and a brackish sheath that had pulled me down, with me in its teeth
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