1. |
Sea
04:14
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SEA :
Kill finally and finally
Tenderly, kill
If not now, then when,
or what
My infections to hands,
to crows,
I scratched them out
long ago.
Who’s?
fuck, deafness,
my whole, fuck.
I cloth them over, no pryings
to my sockets.
A rock
no, more familiar.
No, no, no no no no…
Not like it’s happened,
and no for the terror
her hair
ocean wet,
half submerged
in sand
and all dead, as, dead, as
don’t, as, i, have, no, eyes,
as, i’ll
never…
Kill, finally and finally
tenderly, kill.
My hallows ace to loss,
vibrance,
To know this one closer than closer,
meek blood,
i call.
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2. |
Precious
04:32
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PRECIOUS :
Heart-afice,
my furnace
eats you
all, all, all,
up
Capillaries haste,
to extend, to one who’ll
just be.
So none is ghost.
Gurgle up to my side
cancer affects, this
Bed.
Precious,
spoke-less vanish,
my better man maker,
never, no never lower whisper.
Our’s got complex,
but i’m still writing
till it makes no point.
Heart-afice,
my furnace
eats you
all, all, all,
up
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3. |
Untitled3
04:30
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UNTITLED3 :
Muscle, un-muscle,
body, un-body.
You’ve felt this all before.
How, could i.
un-possessed,
re-live,
platonics.
I never said
i would ride.
Not one to leave
it just,
alone.
How, could i.
un-possessed,
re-live,
platonics.
fuck me over
my own hymn.
life ours, exorcism.
fuck me over
track this hymn.
Braid dem, bath you, collapse’n save dem.
decided, not to name it!
Violate and decided,
I wasn’t fucking there.
All along, a split consuming
all and all is
trusting.
all i wanted was veins intimate
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4. |
Give
03:34
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GIVE :
So, it comes to you.
I’m pathetic, (was).
I’ll burden
to burn infection
to cause vast, empathetic.
To exorcism, this, to all this
Is a dedication,
a fixing element.
An ugly expression
of an ugly life.
Now who’s to take it’s charge?
check it’s veins,
make its gouge, love.
like breaking was never, not once
an option.(x2)
Here, i give
I am naked,
death, collapsing. (x2)
i wont do this without you
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5. |
Barn
01:18
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BARN :
Rose water my cup
I say a bitch my reflection is ghost
all the way to the post
“everytimeihearyourbreathingitmakesmelessexcited”
Pension and pose
Rock it
Dick uterus, damn.
Till they burn the barn like
“Yes!”
i
am
numb
like
you
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6. |
Blush
04:04
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BLUSH :
I bull a route, oh god…
It’s another, but it’s not.
Pale face.
The compact, couldn’t help,
privacy
So what the hell
I’m not, a perfect man
oh, love
adjust.
What’s under-lash
without breath,
un-discussed,
perfect blush.
In a box, inna gut
in always, i write.
the response lacks presence,
clairvoyance; black clothed ax man:
“who the fuck are you? To think you could…”
What’s under-lash
without breath,
un-discussed,
perfect blush,
perfect, blush.
lose grip, on the loss limp
blame simp,
i’m glib,
Grab it out the opal,
lives to slay again.
I’ll germinate, like constante,
“girl…’ re-be phoenix.
‘… riders coming!”
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7. |
Sleep
02:36
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SLEEP :
It doesn’t make any, and i
wouldn’t
But i guess i did make you.
I am my own rapist.
I mean-less knowledge
gone but know
I’va all this living left
the fuck down
the guts of a black dog
I’d suckle,
to forget all i ever beat
and abuse is a blade for two
Bag on my back,
badge at my door,
Mexico couldn’t hide,
all this shit, that infests
I’m sorry
but you’ll never know
I’m rotting.
A man’s life
a bad addiction.
Vulture out my body.
Fuck it,
gotta six feet this.
I’m not a marionette.
My body splits up
wish not my cuss
This pit eats me
while i try to sleep,
nonononono no!
No more no more no more no more
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8. |
Swallows
04:12
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SWALLOWS :
Don’t be so, and i won’t
I promise, large and, bird-like.
Caresses
blood thicken
rush, lossen.
My legs seize up
lace me up
sarcophagus,
ligaments,
swallows,
corpses,
a spring lawn
expressionist.
A heap of cotton sheets
a good dress in un-use
why so immature?
I will write to you,
after deaths.
Cloths for a chest
support,
romance-less idiot
palpitates my knife blade
when it all falls un-charmed
Don’t dare spirit my harp.
Silhouette a carved away distance aching
and an aching
without regrets
now swallow loss
loss
Don’t be so, and i won’t
I promise, large and, bird-like.
Caresses
blood thicken
rush, lossen.
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9. |
Gloss
03:21
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Gloss :
Retch and shit
like a slave in capture
but all their cloths.
Don’t we wish we wish,
to see were shit goes.
I’ll take you back,
if i cared
While they’re so lost,
and she’s so lost,
while they’re so lost,
why she so lost.
And are we all the ten million
ran though with a rod
on the shore
[ i remembered this… (manicslut parable of fishing)
{Then, reanimate, in a dress of, pure fishnet, in the
dark, of a black, beach, dim lit.
Fuck, it, make nothing, of it} ]
Drop a kiss to the clams
And tie your body up in seaweed.
Fuck our lives
like two faceless
screens of white.
Fuck our lives
like two crows,
gloss black eyes.
Fuck our lives
like two paces,
from the cliff at night.
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10. |
And You Become A Ladder
03:08
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AND YOU BEOCME A LADDER :
Who are you?
My word given
to discover
desire.
Undercut
this inhibiting wall
to my inhibition.
Could i think this?
To scream it
in a distorted cloud of expression,
seed growths,
a once truth,
a dedication,
yet unmatched,
and not
up-taken.
I thank you.
Could i learn your complexity
didactically care
dramatically
till you feel entombed in warmth…
let me exorcise this suffer out of me:
“hold me”
i ask
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