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Owrbing
03:39
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Hearts like a stone
With clogged arteries
So walk around mena til he sleeps
And choose
not to grit
your teeth
Act of embitterment
Act of emotion
Act out of diligence
Act out of pocket because
The hearts still a stone
And you're getting tired of rolling him up that hill
Hills like a stone
Hide in your body
No better than you could ever become because
You're still
your own
worst
enemy
Act of embitterment
Act out of dread
Act out of diligence
Act out of thread
You're all out of thread
Sewing new patches
spaces in sockets
All flowing backwards
The sky full of rockets
All to connect your
bitterest angst
To days you thought
You could make amends
But you never did
You never did so you
Deal with it
Hearts like a stone
We're all falling backwards
Building a throne
Building a castle
Locked in a tower
Two sorry bastards
In our final hour
We'll set our clocks backwards
And the space between your body and your bed
Grows more familiar until you lay
your head to rest
Act out of silence
Act out of nothing
Actions explosions
There has to be something
Im all out of stones
Im all out of hills
Im all out of empty
And im all out of fill
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Untitled Break
02:41
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Mutt
01:27
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I would kill to feel that way
Need another reminder
I wait all night to see the day
To get another taste
Wouldn't you like to know?
Too bad, no dice
I would kill to feel that way
Spit blood in the drain
I would kill to feel that way
So go ahead and do it
Wouldn't you like to know...
But you couldn't...
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Ricochet
01:41
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Too many things
To think about today
So i declare our own holiday
Ill take a trip
Four hours north
Record some tunes or make some noise
Its not fair that things have to change after like four days away
But nothings ever been fair
We must learn to ricochet
Im missing will and shelby
And all of my tyler friends
But shelbys off to austin
The rest are at home
The rest are at home
Its not fair that things have to change after like four days away
But nothings ever been fair
We must learn to carry our own weight
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7. |
01:31:2022
00:44
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Slunk
03:42
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I am the magnetized face of god but lowered down
With a shrill whistle calling long distance with quality lost through an echo which snips away intellectual nuance
I am the greasy twisted fingertips wrapped round a white swans neck
Gone flaccid but bristling with drumrolling thunder like empty stomached disqualification
I am the consolation prize bronze medal swallowed by a child actor who missed role call thanks to sprouting teeth breaking through pink gums
Now irritating stomach lining like a fly swished by a stallions tale
I am the sound of nothing at all when the AC turns off
I will be hell living inside itself turning over on its side just to block the daylight
I am pilfering through the septic tank of a prison in search of good and honest family values
I am the calcium deposit at the bank outside the Greyhound station
I've got a gun and I know how to use it
So dont be a hero and empty the register
Your children want to see you make it home tonight, so act quickly and calmly
Or how about you come to dinner and admire my astroturf front lawn
And my pink flamingos and my heated swimming pool
And my TV dinners and my TV screen and my TV stand and my PVC and my DVR
And my uppers and my downers and a copy of my last will and testament written by a heartless AI program with a charming smile and sunglasses like Johnny Bravo minus copyright
I am a 7 dollar bill
And I am 7 dollar bills caught fire when no one was around to put handcuffs on my wrists
And I am 7 dollars away from 7 days away
I am a 7 dollar bill
I am an empty stadium that costs millions
In a poor town with nothing to write home about
I am nothing to write home about
I am split in two, dragging myself across a parking lot by my feet, dishonoring the body and everything else in the process
Living is not what we wanted but what we must choose to do
We must act in good faith or we must not act at all
And
The ship began to sink before it ever left the harbor
A plain figured figure waves a plastic wand, and
Voila!
Disenchantment salts the earth
The curtain falls,
The backdrop falls,
The exposed brick is mercilessly dull
And you call that a story?
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Alosko's Collage
01:37
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Spit
06:48
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Theres a sky
Its got stars
But what about it
What could it possibly convince me of
That'll redeem feeling slanted
Better than tangible things
Maybe they're pretty
But whatever
Most nights I can’t them
Beauty's out of focus
Keeling over
Beauty’s always out of focus
When there’s debt
And there’s bills
And there’s shit
And there’s hills
And there’s being behind
And there’s wasted time
And you can't fall asleep
But you hate waking up
And there's no eggs in the fridge
Or only eggs
But only when you're sick of eggs
And no cash to do any better
If i spit on the floor
Maybe you'll get off of the couch
It wont make a difference
If the rug is pulled out
And then
there’s cars that won’t start
Or there’s no cars
Or too many cars and not enough quiet
Nothing’s ever quiet anymore
And there's nowhere hiring
When there’s not enough work
Or nothing besides work
And there’s too much going on
And none of it’s important
But what’s important won’t seem to help
When they nailed him to the cross
Would you blame him for complaining
If the sun got in his eyes?
Nail us to the cross
And watch us roll eyes
All the way up that fucking hill
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11. |
One Day We'll Smile
08:22
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If snow stops falling from the clouds, let it continue to fall inside me. (Handke)
If the stone stops rolling up that hill, let it continue to crush me.
It was never about the weight, it was always about the task
It's a burden i can take, but for which i never asked
Please, please, please, please, please
Send snow inside to snuff my protesting
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Lithium Bath Tyler, Texas
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r. g+v
ttx
birthed in
august 2020
with meek heart and due reverence
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