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Delicate Light
03:13
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Pop a lock off the pen at babayaga's
Kaspar Hauser
Pawin at the walls of the enclosure
Pranayama
How we flux from
Fried to sober
Amble ambivalent
Ample willingness
Quarrelsome antimaterialist colating fragmented experiences and knowing
That's all of em
Autoerotic entombment in work comma body of
Survyey them ruins fully before embalmment comes
Tend to your attunement holding weekly visitations at a body dump
Y'all really find good in goods?
Not a modicum
Loathe to modify the fly
How many meals you skip to get to Sinai
Nother break through
Lurks below horizon line
No commissions man
Give a fuck if the price is right
Profit shoves a shaman's delicate light aside
That well spring eternal
Dig deep despite the tumult implied
By ever shifting tides of time
So we
Trust the guide and glide
Through that
Ignoble inertia
Craving nothing other than total immersion
Multimodal discursive
Unholy loadstone
Toted through lowlands as boonery
Not burdensome
Buffoonery
Acts of gravity attract
Words of gravity
Detach
Keep the maladies internal
Shrug
Clean kids doing dirty drugs
Nothing new to us
Borderline Ginsbergian
Self-harm poke holes in a cloak of youth thought impervious
Indivisible only when contemplating that shared impermanence
So it's a damn good thing
It's a damn good thing
Ain't no prerequisite platform for projecting constellations
Know some folks who could make a planetarium out of a dingy basement
Six months enough to see the city changing
Why not you
She miss strange brew and me
I just miss mi MIDI data
Nother breakthrough
Lurk below horizon line
No commissions man
Give a fuck if the price is right
Profit shove a shaman's delicate light aside
That well spring eternal
Dig deep despite the tumult implied
By ever shifting tides of time
So we
Trust the guide and glide
We're both on the same mission
The cytherians are exploring the galaxy just as we are
The only difference is
They never leave their home
They bring others here
Their only wish
An exchange of knowledge
They want to know us
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Self-doubt shelters sloth
Be your own pepper pots
Peddlin pep talk to the heptapods
Llewelyn Moss limpin through the epilogue
Enter flawed
Foggy
Certain of spatial relations
Exit lost
Wander immersed in sensation
I've been climbing the walls of these liminal spaces
Earning my keep
Perfecting my patience
Learning my reach
Tryna stay faithful
Blink and die
Well before witnessing something beautiful
Pace of time steadily diminishing
Recognize, intervene in the subroutines that have ruined you
Just that one thing beautiful
Need something to hold on the shores of Valinor
Beyond a couple shreds of arpeggiated pataphor
Forgiveness what the past is for
Weak shoulders
Can't risk a heavy head
So what if your back is sore
That empty belly deadly
Only you can get you what you're asking for
So painfully mundane to resent the back and forth
But pain is easy
It's the numbness you push through
Greeting any hint of a good mood with suspicion
Will the peak in a sleepless night peppered with haunting visions?
Probably
And what of it
I'm done running
I've seen the whole abyss
And could use a little structure
Always room to regress
Plenty cause for disruption
Got myself to impress
Spare us all your reductions
No masters
Only masterpieces
No image that's not been hacked to pieces
No limits just hit the factory set
Experience as the defacto teacher
Blink and die
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3. |
A Clearing
02:57
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It must have been some sort of accident
Up way late
Weigh leighed
Just waitin for the crash to hit
Miss daybreak
See dusk coming back again
Nothing sticks
Just scratches
Can't retain data
Just damage
Ditched
Only missed at the pie toss
Outside is sirens
But inside is cylons
Lick paint chips out a faint mist of krylon
The bliss is a byproduct
Became a new lifeform
And felt the always
Keep the tape and parade man
Just give me some salweh
Need my pain and a vape
I'll sleep in a crawlspace
Wouldn't be the first time
Won't be the last
Point me to a clearing
Point me to a clear thing
Point me to a query
Point me to a clear thing
Point me to the clearing
Point me to a queer thing
Point me to a query
Feints at luck lightly rebuffed
Played coy
Shoulda got it shorn up
Sight hound
Borzoi
Claiming ownership
With each letter purloined
Trixie Mattel screaming
"You better work, boy"
What for
These pretty people are such bores
My brows unplucked
Got plug pores
Got more ruh-rohs
And redlights
Than encores
That cap stone's
A downstroke
To harsh noise
That carte blanche
A sound board
Of air horns
And sartre quotes
That heart broke
On laptops and smartphones
These teeth crack
On black tops and Spark Notes
Man achtung
My arc lunge
My heart plunge
Point me to a clearing
Point me to a clear thing
Point me to a query
Point me to a clear thing
Point me to the clearing
Point me to a queer thing
Point me to a query
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4. |
Foreign Angle
02:23
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pronounced "for an angel"
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5. |
Test Well, With Derision
01:47
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You're not a genius
Just a good test taker
Feel my edge fading
Get a haircut like Chet Baker
Waste away Half Waifish
Take my meals in a dumbwaiter
Psych meds spliced with a spiced rum chaser
It's not subtle
Plot thickens at the pot bubbles
Shift to long simmer
Heat, salt, time
Obstetricians grow weary of miracles
I don't need to be served
I prefer you imperious
Suffer the incurious
Prototyping nearness
Like every day
Keep gettin pummeled by the tumult of cyberspace
When I's meant to be untouchable
Plus never fade
Delegate tasks to the ghosts in my soul gems
Delicate grasp spawning growth in the low end
Thought your man coulda helped with the load in
Felt fountains of loathing sprout from your old friend
You can opine
I'll be getting open
While you opine
I'll be getting open
While you opine
I'm just gonna go in
It ain't stealing
Just the folk process
I brought an offering
And not a conquest
Short arms
Long neck
Crane snooping
Broad target for the guillotine
Seen funeral marches looping
Welcome to willingness
Home of the you don't even want it
Home of the please don't even try it
Home of the 'you break it, you buy it,
Can't buy it, we break you,
If you're broke get the fuck out'
Designed from the top down
Are all too readily utilized
When asking oneself how to conceptualize suicide
Or overdose
Beautified
For the well-being of the critically comatose
Docile bodies
Euthanized
Don't be critical of my conditions
Some of my friends
In critical condition
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Rain Gutter
01:55
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Grown in a combat zone
Collarbones like rain gutters
Married a snow bunny
Aged in a sleeping bag
Dream of going back to that
The wings don't fold well
Oh well
Praise the sun
Assimilate radiance
Not just studious
Worshipful
These idols weigh a ton
You'll never be fully absolved
Smoke nerf serotonin uptake
Lungs caked
In dry aged
Soft stimulants
Whatever weight lies crosswise
Pardon it
All of it
Hard work's barely the entrance fee
And for some
Totally optional
What a fuck show
Punk right above where my crust grow
Best Coast mutt who still covets the Rust Belt
Showed up early just to flummox the trust fall
And stress test the floorboards
Guzzle it all
Whatchu savin the cork for
Synapses never sated by torpor
Books don't pick up
Might just fuck around in the third floor corridor
Left hand side
Attitude like that just
Won't grease palms in the tin pan
Right?
Move like behind the eyes lies actual proof
Actual proof
Grown in a combat zone
Collarbones like rain gutters
Married a snow bunny
Aged in a sleeping bag
Dream of going back to that
The wings don't fold well
Oh well
Praise the sun
My pupil's shade grown
Oddity managed to stow away on the first flight out of K-Town
Considered seasonal migration
Got weighed down
Not safe now
Not ever
Whole nervous system held in delicate suspension
Disbelief varying with heat, volume, and pressure
All my strength tensile
Guidewire snipped
My only disk Tensor
Corner store slug stuck in a thrice holy piss dispenser
Missed my trickle down blissed of mixed media grifts
Spliffed in a middlin town
Chop stripped and whittled into gridlock
Only stuck around shedding cuz I got locked in the wood shop
Good God
Gotta hold tight
And just hope it's a good call
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7. |
Don't Give Up
01:19
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Atria
Fold on the flop
House takes the pot
Hella baked
Pearls yellow caked in the crania
Solutions at a low market cap
Took it from dad and his second heart attack
Parallax
Spinning fans in the esophagus
Orderlies check cheeks to make sure kids are still swallowing
Serotonin machine gun
Short fuse
Deep lung
Keep meanin to beef up
Tall fence
Weak points
Gotta squeeze in
And pump these emissions
Double time for every night
Junked in the kitchen
Stay plussed
Pursed lips coil round the egg clutch
Stopped having homies
When all my homies gave up
I'm ok with that
Don't sweat it
Just fall through
Don't call us
Won't call you
Heart missin
Plural voice
Narcissus
Full bloom
You gotta see it
Rock small rooms
Like a collisseum
You hear this
You prolly need it
That kick hit
Like bottled ether
Got one love
And polymeter
You get lost
I don't follow either
Don't feel bad
Got good friends
In bad bands
Know bad guys
In great bands
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8. |
Interstate Trips
02:07
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Interstate trips with no license
Forgot how to read
Packing disk space with survival tips
Took a shine to it
Then quit and don't miss it
the past decade's one slow minutes
I still ain't seen you in it
Canned food on the open flame
Vacuum sealed packets of razor blades
You know
Something reliable
Undone by both arts and sciences
Rosin up a bow
Grip a violin
Hit the promenade
Hope some moneyed folks
Take a shine to it
Cuz they might
Cuz they might
Cuz they might
I saw six shooters
In two seaters
Out in death valley
Unmarked graves makin waves in the next county
Town like this
All it'd take is a small bounty
Used to bathe in water features
Tourists called fountains
When the pipes were off
Now shadowboxing with cyrochrome
Might fall off a wagon
Smash atoms in tidal zones
Till the time elapses
Until I collapse
Couldn't stay conscious for the spinal tap
Refinements petty tyrants infiltrating fine synaptic pathways
Dad fit in an ash tray
Hurled at the sun's corona
Miss LA
Miss NOLA
All these pleasant people are too granola
Engagements end abruptly like missing codas
Me
I'm up early
Sunday morning
Peak performance
Caught the piggies
Filling quotas
Pack of pin up pageant rejects wearing zip ties on the corner
And it's normal
Shoulda been older
For all those...
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Coked out rich kids cosplaying poverty
Get booked for big gigs off the sheer novelty
Gill slit croon of a thankless, bottom feeding
Pill kid groomed under tankless water heaters
Filthy rooms
Glittering amphitheatres
Underbellies turn on your parents' dime
As untaxed braggarts nut top buck to get sterilized
Dealer sit shot gun
Fish packed
Barrel side
COD
Twitter feed
Never be
Verified
Cess
To silver screen
That's the rise of a parasite
Some emerged unscathed
Others blind drunk and paralyzed
Others drive drunk and paralyze others
Epigram for the well heeled lovers:
Being your good time makes the tough times tougher
I'm unconvinced by that prophetic cosplay
Frontin mad rich
Poppin bottles of Andre
Sarlac spit
Pink wigs to flambe
Caught em kneelin in the woods
Screaming for Sasuke
All caps scrappy norm core camo
Full page splash smash the next three panels
Votive glowin at both ends
Watch the leisure class over extend
To grasp tea candles
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10. |
A Test
02:31
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My tastes trend toward edutainment
Get to blase on the drive and self-medicate
End up spinning synth wave on Nyquil like Lester Bangs
Shameless
Illness is a test of faith
Even the pious kick
Where you been
Refining prose while pleading for my right to live
Training for reincarnation as the patchbay on a hydrasynth
Plottin interstate trips
Cuz it's something that I might could give
But gotta get my license first
Consult Ralph Bakshi
Quaff coffee
Pause often
To quote the lick
Roundabout Duval and 45th
Mercury surging in a glass tube
Wonder if that sorceress from 1 6
Might be down for round two
Whistle detuned alt blues
Save spit to salt wounds
Appear to aging aesthetes as another utter lost cause
Merc with a mouth
No fourth wall
Give me a guest lecture spot at the Sorbonne
Since 2010 considered ascension a foregone
Lit it off the stove top
Built for long walks
And short songs
Told pop
I'll be doing this
Long after you're gone
And I'll be doing this
Long after you're gone
What you need now
Is someone who believes in you
And I will always
Be that person
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