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hunny bunny - right open
04:19
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Write about
Road trips and hip hop
Hold your doubt
Live and never stop.
I’m not enough
For my sake
I call your bluff
We dance and we break.
Lifted and broken
Threw me right open
Gifted and stolen
Threw me right open.
Kurt was wrong
Look beyond the next day
Buddy’s song:
We play, and fade away.
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I was playing hockey with a Totoro
and Totoro
Another type of totoro who is smaller than totoro
but is also generally a totoro
we invented a new form of hockey where you play it when you are snowboarding
you go snowboarding down the mountain
and you are still using hockey sticks
but the goals are also snowboarding down the mountain when you play it
and
there was a millionaire who bought a lot of of quiches
and he made them be
free for everyone to eat
but some of them were made in a 4D printer
the 40 printer was made of olive oil
it printed all four dimensions
it it was the best thing to use as a ship because (Beak Cause) it was made of olive oil
There was an olive oil ocean liner
and the bird was wearing eye liner
there was an olive oil ocean liner
and a bird wearing eye liner
these are the plots points x3
to a short story i'm writing
it is an allegory
for my friends and
i love hanging out with my friends
some of them are stuffed animals that I like and
it's also fun to go and
hang out with your friends when you want to see them
sometimes you can't and that's okay
you just do your own thing and they do their own thing
either way is really fine
that's the story of Totoro getting sleepy.
just like Snorlax was yawning
and Snoopy was flying on his dog house
and there was Kirby who was flying to an unlimited noodles of every kind
these noodles were flat
and some of the noodles were essentially
salmon but instead of being made out of salmon
they were 4d printed
by a 4d printer
you can put a forty in the 4d printer
and every hoagie at wawa
is printed that way
and everyone there will say
yayayayayay
You are the Love of my life
there's no One buttYou
There's no one but You
I love Him with all my heart
because He is the lover, yes He is the lover of me
Oh how I love Him oh how I love Him my everything
He is our everything
He is our lover
He is the maker of love and the heart that beats
oh how I love Her
how I love the one one one the Yah Ein Sof
You are the Lover of my Soul
You are the Lover of my Soul
You are the Lover of my Soul
You are the Love and You the Lover
I am I am you you are you are you are
we are barely reminiscent little little spots just pale blue dots
clinging in the fur of a Tototoro
you are what are what makes us fuller than Snorlax before he sleeps
you are the top
tree top hope
and you are
the most wonderful thing I've known
and all knowing too
I love you
I love you I love you
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i feel like i'm wasting a blessing
i didn't earn or deserve
closed curtains keep people out from the lawn
where they'd gawk
at what i've become.
i used to imagine whatever without fear
now i'm stuck in only the worst loops
if someone else was this trapped in an obvious skid
i'd know how to help
and not just stare
unyielding march to the vanishing point
i don't want to go there.
i don't want to overthink
i don't want to stay inside
but there's nothing else around around around around around
i feel like i'm wasting a blessing
i didn't earn or deserve
my house is getting haunted by phantom insect noises
but I think they think of me as the same annoying thing
unyielding march to the vanishing point
i don't want to go there.
i don't want to stay inside
i don't want to overthink
but there's nothing else around around around around around
unyielding march to the vanishing point
we don't want to go there.
we don't want to stay inside
we don't want to overthink
but there's nothing else around around around around around
on the verge of crying
couldn't tell you why and
maybe there's no cause at all
i guess we're on the same team
discontented, grumbling
praying for another go
trying not to mess up
as if it was an action
something that could be performed
really i'm just flailing
and feigning living carefully.
please don't mate inside the walls.
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[instrumental]
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[text from twin oaks community's nudity policy (https://paxus.wordpress.com/2012/07/09/4-pages-of-nudity-policy-single-spaced/)]
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No one ever could convince me that it’s not a 50/50
That if somebody’s upset they won’t go hurt themselves
And when they do it and they die, that it won’t be because I
Couldn’t change to be what they needed from me
So someday I’ll let new people into my life
(But not today, not tomorrow, yeah, not fucking today)
And someday I will learn to trust again.
But not today.
No one ever could convince me that if I join this virtual party
With my camera off, and my name left blank,
That bad ex won’t see a picture and then turn into a creature
That destroys my life, or worse, drags me back.
So someday maybe I will leave my house
But I won’t, no I won’t, oh I’d really rather not thanks
And someday I will learn I’m fucking fine...
But not today.
I hope you’re happy where you are and somewhere far from where I live
I hope there’s someone you complete and that you’re in love with them
Or better yet, that person’s you and you feel whole as a human.
I fucking pray your life is perfect so you don’t think of me again.
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nicole amidon - the sky
01:17
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The sky
White
A lonely blanket of atmosphere
Slowly turning to night
A foggy haze
Dark trees fingers wave away
The lonesome day
The sky
Sun
Suddenly rushing down upon
My head
I can see you now
I can see you
Now
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[incoherent screaming]
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garbagewitch - no glory
02:44
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Hold fast to the things that bring you joy
The truths you believe
Keep a record of the messages
You send and receive
Or burn all your notes and notebooks
Every single one
Someone will remember you
When the time has come
There will be no glory
There will be no shame
There will be people who remember you
For a number of decades
The essence that you leave behind
Will become something new
And eventually move on
One day the last computer chip
Will fizzle out and die
The fiber optic networks
Will crumble in their lines
No bandcamp link or blog post
Or the like
None of what we've made
In the long run will survive
There will be no glory
There will be no fear
Nobody left to say our names
And there will be no one to hear
The earth itself will crumble
The marks we leave will fade
Mankind's crowning achievement
Is that we will be remade
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I saw the light, and I kept it to myself.
no one deserves it anymore than anyone else
I saw the sign, and I knew what it meant.
so fuck the plan.
I heard the sirens, they were singing loud.
but on my pirate ship, nobody gets pushed around.
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There is no learner's permit
for the family meal.
Table slick with history
dribbling down our heels.
Sitting here, I wonder
when we'll all be dead.
I'm not afraid to die but
I fear the things we'll leave unsaid.
I feel the bark thickening--
slow, resilient.
Moments passing with an ache
like a phantom limb.
What am I supposed to do?
I want to hear the parts of you
that breathe when no one's
in the room.
I feel the bark thickening--
slow, resilient.
Moments passing with an ache
like a phantom limb.
x2
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Thoughts linger in the shadows of my feelings
In the supposed garden of my mind screaming where do we go next
Divested of things not useful or necessary
I wrote this in the bitter mid north February
On house arrest
While I ingest the Buddhist new year song
haunted by the memories of people I’ve wronged
Adorned with dread I exhale those shortcomings out my nostrils and expel them
from my mind, but they linger they linger
I’ve seen fine art consume way to many victims
A beat down artist whose carcass is on display at the organ harvest.
For all to come and ravage.
Hearts on our sleeves
Walking in each day braced for another belittling
Demons still speaking in my ear
You don’t belong here
Anxiety compounds
I haven’t been around
I’ve had enough with these snobby fucking clowns.
Is it better to out-monster the monster or be quietly eaten?
I chose neither
This cycle of grief untreated repeated
After all this time thoughts clearer but pain has deepened
Calculating my self truths in the temple garden sipping tea of lotus root.
World knocking on the glass cant wonder very long
Packing quickly
They cannot see the Way as monster
Because they’re too busy figuring out who they’re gonna conquer, next
And what an abysmal fucking truth
What an abysmal fucking truth
Didnt know how loud the world was til I was alone in silence listening through a yeti and some Astros
Sitting deafened
Gained a mastery of zetzu at a young age out of necessity, studying the ins the outs of it’s complexities once perplexing
What’s bummering you out?
Don’t let this cold city turn you into Pierrot Lefou or Oscar the Grouch
Because that’s exactly what they want you to do
That is precisely their plan
The souls of my eyes lament sans rage
Unless it’s Unholy Missions
But I can’t expunge them because again, it’s just the Way.
Don’t tumble my rocks
Abundant tears always pair with irrational thoughts
Geti told me we oughts to not
trust a polyglot
Wondering which skill I’ll add to the expansion slot?
I’m thinking stealth and cunning
refuse to continue chumming with those who are antithetical to the duende of my humming.
I will conceal my aura no longer
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o0OzaK - some body
01:17
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[instrumental]
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(asterisks mark words that can be read as multiple words simultaneously)
the feel of a mussel
soft, pink, locked tight
against the tide
***king in tongues
I lie to you in morse code
but forget what I was hiding
if a map is a promise
of something that's
yet to be seen
then my body is the death wish
of someone
I'm tryin to be
i start the lord's prayer,
sarcastic and crass,
you complete it
off-course trued by your hands
i stumble like a m***
i long to stay in bed
resenting the time as it passes,
***ly unaffected
you were
gone the other night
I slept such a
crooked little line
caught up in the distance
of a long road
without any lights
I told myself a secret
something cruel
put its hands over me
so I stayed up for hours
to bury my body
in some deep place
you'll never find me
you do the lord’s work
unthanked and unasked
unimpeded
caught and cured by his hands
i follow like a pye-dog
i long to understand
let you lead me
in a prayer just for the rafters
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it's winter but it's warm out cuz weather is a liar
condescending bullshit tried to set myself on fire
I guess I have a soul now but that doesn't quite explain
how everything seems worn out, I sit and I complain
four years have passed since I saw you last
"no more corny jokes" just bottle then explode
four years have passed since I saw you last
"no more corny jokes" just bottle then explode
I used to love the springtime when everything would change
but change is not net positive, what if things just stayed the same?
still living in the past, some days I can't fight back
preparing for a future that I have no faith in
four years is such a long time
remembering the sunshine when it bounced off the water
four years is such a long time
my memory's false timeline is skipping over cracks
I'm patching up the grief spells
been taking "make me dumb" pills
been feeling like a sketch of a person
don't really leave the house much but I can see the Tobin if I stand up on my toes
like, "this is all I need here! some good friends and some cheap beer, a porch to watch the sunset!"
the warmest winter ever filled my mind with thoughts so tender my empty heart just froze
at least I've got my partial skyline
I've still got my partial skyline
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[instrumental]
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It’s only when you’re half-way / through your third chef’s salad / that you realize why the woman at the front / desk asked if you were heading / on the return / flight tomorrow / Language loses its form / when you’re checking in / at 3am / and it didn’t help / that she looked like your fourth grade friend / now married with two kids / who you called for the first time / in five years before the night began / who also spoke Japanese / You’re thinking too hard / about language now / and how your mind can convert words to feeling / so the tv drama rerun / loses all words and is only expression / which makes you wonder / why we started with all this words business / in the first place / your actions felt more tender and personal than your words / because your body is a physical conduit to the feeling / what are you feeling inside / not the thirty cans of pineapple / that stopped churning after the second / plate of fries / you feel you want / closeness / you measured in centimeters / the first and last / time you were only a centimeter / apart / how foolhardy / you think / to limit yourself to your body / to the not space in between / you want to give her comfort like a relaxed breath / so you take her heels off / and clean them with your hanging tie / it feels good to make the world right / for a beautiful woman to have matching heels / When the sun rises you take off / for your runway / and blow by your pager / dripping in time zones / to a new quarter century / you didn’t think you would say / Love you for 10,000 years / like an old friend so soon / but a friend in Room 702 wishes / you a happy birthday / and you don’t need excess water in your body / to smile.
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We sent the sushi chef
To do reconnaissance
At the chain café next door
Couldn't figure out how
They managed to keep the noise down
With the blender spinning all around
Turns out they just had better hardware
My boss built a small wooden cover
It did jack shit to dampen the sound
Of the bubble tea slushes getting ground down (ground down)
Can't complain at $7.15 an hour
2007, seventeen, and no power
Fourteen hour shifts and cash pay
Peel out in my Mom's gray Camry
My town still means all that to me
Springsteen dreams
of a Jersey teen
Who hadn't really heard
all that much Springsteen yet
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