1. |
Tell Me Your Dream
02:08
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The youth the youth the youth of our love,
was the strength and the comma and the up above.
My window, my haze, the old warmth of the days—
Where my pain is, where my hurt is;
There my heart is—
my soul rests beneath the impenetrable dot that is in me
Every dandelion is plucked by one up above;
whereas everything down below is just for show.
Heartstrings
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2. |
Bleed On Brian
02:46
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a kind of enchanted hunger,
a single swoosh of black from a paint brush in my stomach.
kindred longing, a longing for mountains. mountains of answers.
the still.
my poor friend is obsessing over girls again,
in the same painful spirit.
a spiral I admire. sweet like honeycomb.
‘cept it’s got breath.
why keep me waiting?
mystery. few clues.
what to do?
answer you? I do.
don’t misunderstand me. the consequences could be deadly.
who’s stopping you? it’s only up to you, white breath.
forgotten a kind of fantastic crime
don’t keep forgetting
does no good to remember
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3. |
Edge a Sketch
01:54
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her back was straight. straight as the arrowhead i found. “blood. it’s in his blood.” it’s in his semen. it’s in her milk. it’s her hurtful pleasure… don’t orgasm without me…don’t hurt me. all my friends are husbands and wives now… i’m rotten whore.
when did you lose your con fi dence?
when the bridges stopped replying. when my whore…me.
left out at dusk...“you found an apple and rhymed it.” …with sugar tees, grains filed through the pencil sharpener that doesn’t work. cutting yourself to feel cold. to feel blue. you just awakened me to a reality. connecting the two pears (above).
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4. |
Evil Bitch
02:10
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evil bitch i hate you
evil bitch fuck you
i just want your love
cuz see i have none
what breaks my heart
is when i see your art
i just want to hurt you
so you can ache too
she's a god damn bitch
riding a motherfuckers dick.
oh they're so close
i can see it in my porno now
fucker her x6
i can't fucking stand her
she's a god damn bitch
with the man inside her.
a whore for the ages
oh they're so close
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5. |
Heartstrings
04:06
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So you’re there, Imogen
with your hair fair.
You’ve flowers under your head
& you have flowers on your messed-up bed.
You’re, there, in the smudged glass.
So you’re there, Imogen,
your skin is wooded like the frame of bed & mirror.
Then you said
“You’ve flowers under your head
My horsie dropped like lead.
I’m done and I’m just dead.
So you’re there, Imogen,
born out of a lion’s den.
I’ve been bored since I was ten.
You’ve flowers under your head
Imogen, you shouldn’t come out this way.
Isn’t that what I just said?”
So you’re there, Imogen;
You’ve flowers under your head.
You’ve been with me since the summer
when it was early and warm. We moved
on through the days and you kept me.
We’re in the cold now and you’ve been
the ray that’s passed through all the days.
You keep me from the biting loneliness,
and everything you’ve said is as feathers
and flowers; but they sink with the dead
weight in my eyes.
Forest green, endlessly.
welcome
new bind
dig for escape
poor letter
rainy feather
close pebble
crowd coward
crayon crawler
swim to me
I hope this damp cool swallows you and brings you too
good boys bleed
no matter how deep her sin
you can't kiss her
come on Michael.
before I lay a foot on you
another edition of tomorrow/
parasite bitch
professor life
let this happen
doctor horny
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6. |
Benadryl Trip
36:20
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7. |
Wild n Reckless
02:12
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I see a stillness,
a matching of verbs.
together they touch.
one mouth reaching openly…
the white noise of nature…
wind.
open your hand for me
… formality …
the running virus
ticks ticks ticks …
… how about you
cross your legs for me?
doing is depression
big upside-down champion.
in the park.
go outside to air yourself out to wash your stink off. squeeze tight and see your veins pop.
the recognizable guy from school, the mean one.
go to the store now and buy a strobe light. it can light your mind and maybe your room. buy ply wood, i know i’m no good.
a no more noble King
the good accosted green bolt
dogma of closing rocks
it's always some disturbed object
as dimly lit as before
perchance as he encountered
it had almost been an eternity
why can't you watch me
lie dually and sure
and thus be conquered.
apply the never ending formula
I've lunacy in my gun pocket
carve open me and fill with snow
you’ll be able to sing to yourself later, but right now
please don’t
talk to me.
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8. |
Blank
02:27
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wake up inside my own eyelids
and i see the light of day
it's holes are masked up and hemorrhaging
holding up the block of indifference that sits inside of me
I woke up through the bottom of the earth
and fall inside my eyelids, when my tongue splits
I see the knots in my headache rip
with lipstick
in the corner of my crawling...
instead he'll search still
and gone around down this
imaginary well
and well, it's not hard to imagine
the destruction
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9. |
Sick
00:54
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remember when your heart broke? was it made of stone or something? loosen yourself. let your heart be liquid. or gas. but god forbid don’t be solid like the desert. there’s sand in your heart. sand in your heart because your skin is shredded. shredded because lack of life. lack of life because no will…
let
your
heart
die.
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10. |
OK
04:09
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OK
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