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Dry Drowning
03:43
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my apartment is filled with boxes all empty and fertile for useless objects that they cant hold - too pressed for space and the tape dont take so the weight falls out while in the middle of moving things
im the center of a new town. my heart's the furnace incinerating everything that they tore down and built apartments upon, how their spectres loom, shells and shells of empty rooms blocking the sunlight from your window
but the strong shall devour the meek's reward, and i'm not gonna be scared no more, let the heat on my neck mean something only for me to know
hammer nails into exposed brick, tighten up the place i won't be able to afford to live in again, smoke pours out of the wall and billows up to the roof and the plume begins to rise, light shining through the blinds ignites the dust cloud in a halo, like there's a line i have that they don't
but the strong shall devour the meek's reward, and i don't wanna be scared no more. the strong shall devour the meek's reward, and i'm not gonna be scared no more of the faces i see when i'm falling asleep lying on the couch, hands extended out of a sea but i don't sink or drown i only cough and heave
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Yr Hair
04:00
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i still find your hair in my bed. dark and long strands. it's different now than it was back then - there's more than i can stand
i still find your hair in the drain. puts perspective on things. i've no idea what i would say, or what i would bring. only everything
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Hydrant
04:39
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a simple fire hydrant wouldn't understand the fire or the house. just why it's allowed.
another film i couldn't make it to the end of. like sugar settling at the bottom of tea, a well of sweet when it just seems empty.
and then some other things happened. and then the movie stopped and it called into question whether i'd ever finish watching it or not.
___ came down to let me know. "you can only go from where you came." then the hydrant wakes up and gets dressed and goes to work. why would it not be the same?
then it didn't ask no more to curl up someplace warm. temporal and remote, an unsought asymptote. and it knows the whole world can't be shown, so it just falls asleep upon an empty tarp that's lying in the middle of the street. and that's now where it resides chiefly
nothing ever happens, always led to believe. but if you don't let me know who will let me know? if you don't let it go, who will make it go?
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Well-Known Chiller
03:56
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went on a rampage last night. wasn't just some feeling to subside. when you said how you got well, i guess i wasn't listening cuz i just laid in bed until something in me split open wide
take everything as an insult, but let endurance have its perfect result. i'm too scared to check the notes i wrote down on my phone but isn't that what they're there for in the first place?
ripped newspaper on the floor. i don't know what to do anymore except rip up newspaper and throw it on the floor
just want to be a well-known chiller or someone who could thrill ya yeah. no time for words, they're of no concern cuz we're past the point of no return
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Phone Call
01:55
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maybe the phone rings in the wrong house and i hear it ringing for me. stopped by crossed wires. who was i called by?
i can't know how it feels, my body being pierced by an arrow. it calls out and travels through - but how would i know that?
when i face you, and when i speak out, my mind can't pull from anything at all that i've thought before. it leaves me awake
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Good Holiday
05:58
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judge what's put forth
left on a holiday. drive every night. something you wouldn't always say. left purely up to chance occurrences, not nearly enough to cross such long distances. well, too bad. you could not be anywhere.
still, dogs will run. run into the woods. dogs running through the woods. they'll never be seen again
judge what's put forth
make sense of it or don't
another holiday. camp out of sight. left for the hell of it, cresting across the brutal landscape laid out before you and thought of dogs ravaging and rummaging through the bourgeois countryside. at least they wouldn't know you there.
if anyone here wants to go to sleep
you can now go to sleep
then you won't be anywhere
you wouldn't want to be
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Cat Song
03:45
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oh what a sad and nervous life. spend my days catching mice. what i wouldn't give for some feed.
needed somebody else to take it down from the shelf. couldn't do it myself. got too caught up in things.
oh i can feel it in my bones. nothing will make me feel at home. can't keep myself from staring at empty cans.
another day spent in the dark. sleeping wherever i want. came as a shock when you touched me on the ear
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Nails
05:49
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peely dry skin under my eyes. so painful coming in from the cold. imagine my legs kicking me afloat in the sea
grabbing a cheap hammer i found, i start pulling nails out of the wall
something somewhere's bound to catch on fire, temporarily shining some light through some holes in the brick.
and that's enough for me, didn't even leave any kind of trace of what might have once hung here after i was pulling nails out of the wall
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