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strain, restrain, yell and leave the scene
voice under the cube, open the door
i want to absorb
we're inbound, he's on in sight
there's nothing for them, there is noise
fall asleep, drunken sheep, run funny like
why are you still here?
why are you alive?
why do you think we don't think we don't
oh my fucking god, i stand in coal, old sodium
whacked through oh no's of high order
echo across marble benches
ladybug jump
and then we, again another break in the eyeball
audible smiles, mummified by pale arms, cocaine hands
helping man, devil with jargon bag, arson weave
faces of authentic bitter lies and thick insomnia
that bottle on farms of unenthusiastic, clutched until immortal
hole in face
godawful words they shout like from the visions of the perpetrator
then the cycle makes gold
then the cycle makes us gold
then the cycle makes her gold
then the mother
white violins screech in through the chorus of animals
the charming armor, where i'm gripping all that's left for me
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onion
03:42
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oi tops
05:11
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And a real soft bed.
No old man peering through the crack on the door with a flashlight.
The fairies are conscious and ripping the skin from my elbows until I can't bow anymore
They thought I forgot about the twenty dollar bill I keep under my pillow I sleep on every night
in the bush, they're not biting anyone or scaring anyone, they're just living peacefully with all this power stored in their venom
1967 three pence coin on the never ending wishlist wrapped around my organs
Squeezing them tight, making sure every last consumer product is lodged in well
Kiddie pool, Kiddie pool
And a list of never ending world scheme erotica behind the farmer's armrest
An armory of sorts, smudged with cotton, porcelain, steering through Osaka
White violins mesh entrance, flabbergasted by ghosts of grim in Putley
Stroke spheres, grey in pill shaped homes woven wistfully by many palms
Buried under jargon, buried under dirt
French stories wiggle up and down
We're only stopping to get gas, kid
We toured a small European island nobody cares about
So now I'm much better off, even my husband says so
Jump, rabbit, jump!
Father Ursa Major looking down on me asking why I'm not in my room.
I don't want the windows to make horrible buzzing noises anymore.
Who knew the moon would could be that bright?
Who knew the moon could would be that bright?
Who knew the (again) be that bright?
Would you believe the moon is that bright?
Some boys kiss me, some boys hug me, I think they're okay.
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incarcerate the tortoise fanning off like jam
from far away another scope into the brisk of stock white
a call occult that switches and alarms and dangerously scavenge gates
the terrance tops and will not give back what the seeming wrote such
violent vile and putrid gasses mask the chivalry of front them
roaming where the rare and sober may not meet in touchdown
sodas bubbling like the carrie tables, two of them look up to the ceilings
falling under green regimes and rivers flatbed to casinos
though native, maybe make a maple tree from goat dick touched
flavor enhancer E6 swing like duke and crash into her jungle leaves
and leave basquiat to rot and wonder where the fuck the juice could be
but no mind that, let's ripple off fantasia
let's jump until the shoes under our feet turn to saliva
unexpected but wow i wish i could burn front to later
the death of frenchmen make me tear up more than the crocodiles
so make me whack off whack off whack off til the mania comes risen, paulsen
forced to reimagine from the hands of janitors
loving what's presented by semen stained projectors, off roaches
cocktail burning and nuns previously turned token
like sleek stainless steel a window unopened for a
thief bargained, rubbish for who's not observing closely
blouses stained of virgins, ██████ with another woman
love to stay and bite but bridges refuse to forcefeed
on the tail end of a swedish spielberg turning keys
of cellophane, ██████ with no skin, no melatonin
merely hairbrush packed with cardboard tents in middleman
from golden archs crushed under the weight of ants with
keratinocytes, forty davis might
took her without slightly burgeoning the streetfood
mustard leaks off ends of strings like weekend fires
snow days in the equator signed by jewel castration
i don't fuck what tortoise touches, tickle me but
don't take my money, don't take my money
i love money, i love you when you don't eat
when scraps of cans surface and bludgeon forests
that's when what he said
what he might've said, beard grows
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したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate, got a
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate, got a
どー , got a list
どー , got a list
どー , got a list
どー , got a list
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (したら したら したら したら )
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (したら したら したら したら )
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (したら したら したら したら )
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
したら したら したら したら
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate, got a
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate, got a
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate, got a
list of people that hate, got a list of people that hate
hate
どー , どー したら. どー , どー したら どー したら (hate)
どー , どー したら どー , どー したら どー したら (hate)
したら したら したら したら (hate)
したら したら したら したら (hate)
したら したら したら したら (hate)
したら したら したら したら (hate)
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (hate)
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (hate)
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (hate)
i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you (hate)
どー i love you, i love you, どー i love you, i love you (hate)
どー i love you, i love you, どー i love you, i love you (hate)
どー i love you, i love you, どー i love you, i love you (hate)
どー i love you, i love you, どー i love you, i love you (hate)
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tables
03:17
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all returns to nothing, it just keeps
tumbling down tumbling down tumbling
all returns all returns all returns all returns
all returns to nothing, it just keeps
tumbling down
matters in this world
all returns
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fluffy mountain funk
04:21
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riko
04:07
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tossing and turning underneath
the concrete lamps all above my teeth
cabaret slice on cons off him
three forty four kilter space death
gorgeous bike
thrift store gem
carnivore
where split in gens
overexposed
blind a french maid
handsome girl
drowned out in a lake
receiver phone
sprung overseas
new york beacon
soak in a lovely leaf
to that cranium
machine gun as an arm
above the landslides
three comas in a row
beside the record store
strongest in the town
after getting off a plane
hemlock in the lungs
iceberg forms horizon
i just watched a dream
form in between my fingers
bubblegum turning white
cotton holding jaws
the floorboards aren't here
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dried Olallie
01:45
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