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Electric Sleep
08:31
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It was foretold that in some external nation, they don’t grow old only die from laceration, or some disease, they resist that old scythe.It’s not the fountain but it is eternal life. They meditate on the ground that is ever fertile, on top the back of a GIGANTIC FUCKING turtle and in their minds they see what has been and will be as they enter the state of electric sleep. Though some might hang on their thoughts, they can’t breathe the smoke without coughs, drifting from some ecclesiastical furnace, filling your head swelling up with purpose. Sleep with both eyes open or not at all, feel the coursing power envelop all. Hand on hip connecting power, goals in life ever so dour. They introduced you to the source of the cloud. Your head was shaking, it’s ever so loud. This is electric sleep a figure in chartreuse, cylindrical vessel to avoid the noose. Silent but hissing encountered by fire, a lithe writhing female asleep in the spire, colloidal taupe colored water around her. What once was inner is becoming outer. Syntactic rhythm slows to a creeping halt. She was hyped up for some reason really naught. September numbered points dragging from her center, some other scent requires you all to vent her. A man in glasses proceeds towards your asses. If he spots the ashes: dissipate the masses. Coattail on thornbush, you run and your leave, thoughts are still are clouded in electric sleep.I got the t-shirt of the new band now my t shirt’s cooler than your shirt my shirt. I fill my head with innocent thoughts now my shit head’s better than your head my head. I’ve been waiting for a long time for the turtle to approach me and take me. I got the smoke all up in my head and I’m thinking about the planets maybe? I put a flame right up to my face now I understand why you keep hating me. I put the flame in a cylinder shape so the volume doesn’t matter anymore. I got the t-shirt of the new band now my t shirt’s cooler than your shirt my shirt. I got the wonder under my hand and the bad man doesn’t want me to know that . I got a nasty plan in my hand and the bad man started to dash me for that. I put my fist right up in his face now he understands why he can’t get through me. I got the t-shirt of the new band now my t shirt’s cooler than your shirt my shit. I put my name inside of my face so I’m not beginning to tell when it hurt
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Damnscape
01:33
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Photorealistically teleporting into the system of alacrity: can you spare a minute for learning how to draw something better than you ever have, into unrealistic intelligibility? Intonation falls apart, Invocation never starts. Innovation wasn’t there, nothing new and no one cared . Through the unreasonable, you are unconscion- null: through your thoughts so falliable, on my shoulder, palpable. Manitoba to mexico Arizona to Canada, I will go there along the way. Vietnam to Siberia, india and Algeria, I will go there along the way, and if anyone approaches me I take it to the level and I throw them on the burner and I turn it down, and if anyone trespasses on my land my intellectual property -- can you spare a minute for a chance?
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Snowclone
03:31
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You've got to change and release until your mind bends to crease. Your mutual heartbeats' ceased. You've got to change and release. You've got to change and depart before the longing will start. You thought it, you had the art that you could plot on a chart. I thought I could? I thought I could? I want to jump into the ocean and swim down into the trenches; I want to melt in the oceans and deactivate my senses. I want to jump in the water and wash my name from my faces; I want to become the water and clean out all of the spaces. You've got to change and deploy all of your tactics, most coy, until you can enjoy killing (without the buoy). You've got to fall out of place before new ones take shape. All across the landscape, smells swell slowly to taste. I, no, you know. I know you, no? I want to jump into the ocean and swim down into the trenches; I want to melt in the oceans and deactivate my senses. I want to jump in the water and wash my name from my faces; I want to become the water and clean out all of the spaces.
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Tito's
02:32
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Pinch Dingler
04:48
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Crumb Allocation
04:27
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Wawa Song
02:01
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Why wait today, when you can get your every need in somebody’s space. Apparently you heed my warning. Save your coinage til your loin is frothing, and then you can join us Sixty six tremendous snakes descending in a giant chasm, oh, fancy that. Imagine that your greatest fear was not where it’s at. It’s hidden in your puzzled visage. Figures, still that while you’re searching, that fear’s shadow still is lurking. Sixty five enormous rhinos bounding towards the lake. Sixty four big vicious wolves are waiting and at stake. Ninety-two automata are standing in their place. Ninety-one residuals erroneously named.
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Mozzarella Premonition
04:26
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We are going extinct, we are reaching (some) brink, we are not gonna think. Sitting alone attached to the big metal stove a burner sits, red hot, and warning you of the dangers of touching it and it tells you “I am the one you’ve been looking for since you were a kid, no, you are not my leader and I think you have to breach to speak. “Learning is something that I take pride in, my experiences tell me that colors move and make shapes that then form a groove and it collides with what I’m thinking and consciously forms a second groove within a nervous sheath in a structure of hungry teeth, and I don’t know how to explain how much I think this is important (the fact that no one pays attention to their surroundings anymore). I don’t want to sound hackneyed but absorbing data from a screen weakens the process of communicating with the other me. I can’t imagine getting tangled in the wires of loneliness. What if I fall into a pothole carved from online emptiness. I sound okay right now but I fuck with myself to tell you that. Listen to me and realize no other feel compares to that. Where is the end? There is no end.
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Heavy Wizardry
06:14
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