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_ilkicould_
02:33
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a young bottler’s vision
spiled behind the paywall
remiss to say sorry once safe passed commodity
capital speck disltilled calmly in the oddity
make silk of sense
of that ilk i could break
and go to bed angry at ourselves at the comedown
with lungs made of cork rot for giving up the judge
(pageantry to the test)
headspace in a headcase
breathe back our minutes this is no one’s place
and if you can’t stay here we will never know who can
‘cause for all we still know in a mouth full of glass
the iron words we faucet
spill
one
more
moment
and
mop
up
the
rest
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SUNdrythoughts
02:15
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tickle us with claws
the cameras in the cake
in the flat balloon
our bones, they need a way out
flip a coined phrase
weighted on the sleeve
on the gestalt seams
seems a little unfair
shudder at the turn
at the vibrant torpor
some embers reverse
they chase what still burns
sundered sense of self
episodic samples
sampling anxious thoughts
paper cups cut my lips
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todeathdoiowe
01:44
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snow
snowmold
by the fistfuls
a locker by
the looks of it
by the fistfuls
[investigative internalism]
don’t scrape what can be scrapped
just an echo just fuck off
what i welcome in a wandering why
the need to see it all
[gods don’t answer]
tap into the rabid craving, rabid craving, crave
dye a trick
coruscating caliginous comb
what if the ticks come clean
[leave it scalene]
serrated costs
forced deposit
[i’m an impulse in an explosive mine]
[do you mind]
recognotice what the naught knows
stopped up on a zero
in the expanse
will i feel my planted stance
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cmyk
02:53
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in a way, we’re at odds
a half-toned saturation
where the mind’s eye anima gently eliquates
in a programmed screen
we’re one pictured translation
letting the light behind us share our colors
we carve our own key
plated with beautiful definition
and we’ll go full to sleep
dreaming in vibrant recognition
printing our thoughts that slip
from angled interference
while swallowing shade, we print out wonderfully
in a way, we’re at odds
a half-toned saturation
where the mind’s eye anima gently eliquates
we carve our own key
plated with beautiful definition
and we’ll go full to sleep
dreaming in vibrant recognition
a lifetime supply
our ink wells running to completion
the last you’ll come by
treasured and in mint condition
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tidied_overcast
03:04
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snake bite thoughts
bleach is in the wash
cold white chemical
leeches tighten knots
tidied overcast skies
twitching like worms in disguise
twitching like worms in disguise
visioned voice over
narrative bleed
parasite pattern a geometric overstep
steps in the ice
wet skinned knees dirtied twice
wet skinned knees dirtied twice
time and i are wasted
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thelastofmarsdrowns
03:44
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in a temple made of bodies the ceiling tiles leak
i’m just a broken floorboard too soaked in salt to creak
in a temple made of bodies the ceiling tiles leak
up above do they hate me or is weight what makes it bleak
demolish this sacred framework
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mythunderfingernails
03:03
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diffeomorphic metal between bubble wrap and foil, acrylic olfaction in plastic ignitions, flat-iron physics in lice screams, integument with Guillain-Barré in extra steps; the annealed strands : immunity :: the follicles : nervous remains. cephalic solar panels and thermostat polymers protect against the misses and false alarms of signal recovery. there is time to think before the eggs hatch.
it dawns on me that the
rug of spacetime is being
blanketed in black paint
as distant stars blink finally
and only with myth under fingernails
can i pick it clean
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the same story, the sane inch outward
a station still, upgraded and sinking in oil
faces here faces there
a memory travels dream slurred
the next floor, old stairs waxed nowhere
a floss threaded, stuck and yet disposable
dollars here dollars there
gold teeth yanked with no spare
first class flush, rail legs wobbling
a meal is waiting on arrival
sorries here sorries there
redacted thoughts keep throttling
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_sunlit_
02:52
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corner table takeover, tajin drinks, and colored pencils, no cover, all keen, we rethink, when life’s over
sink or swim slower
just two weeks gone, gasoline cooked our paychecks, cruising through, your home town, kept its complex, nothing new, we should’ve found, a venue, to kick it,
to get kicked out
we’ll pay hell in credit
fake plastic
watch it go
no chance, no change, no bullshit
and they can’t catch up
the bank is emptied in the tank
account, break out, we’re sunlit
just one year sounds like no time, my family, they know you, they don’t mind, the holes in, your hoodie, you’re too fine,
catch you at the end game
paperwork on weekdays, send it through, some delays, just enough, a good view, on down time, the laugh we make alone, some luck to sit next to you
we’ll pay hell in credit
fake plastic
watch it go
no chance, no change, no bullshit
and they can’t catch up
the bank is emptied in the tank
account, break out, we’re sunlit
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