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Hilbert Suite

from Hilbert by WRS

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contains a bunch of samples I don't remember

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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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from Hilbert, released January 31, 2016

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