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Thumbs up, eyes closed, buddha smile while I
Boil to death in the false promise of half-measures,
Coffee, ketchup and fries and anti-depressants
Not really sure what the problem is
But that doesn’t mean that my opinion’s not valid
Based on my life experience, right and wrong are just a matter of
volume and endurance
“Those who try will never try will never try in vain”
I’m self-coerced by the daydream of a pep-talk
To throw all doubt down the drain
Where the drain is my smooth sloping brain and to throw
Is to not really do anything at all
I wanna run
Back to the beach
Burn all my clothes
Lay down in the water
And drift off to sleep
Dear friends and family
I know i haven’t been around much lately
But it would mean the whole world to me
If you could chip in just a little for my human pickle challenge gofundme
Hey all, i know it didn’t work out
But calling my a joyless buglike
Algorithm of flesh
Even after i promised that i’d pay you all back
Is really unfair, i know you’re all better than that
I wanna run
Back to the beach
One cigarette and a sour apple slurpee
die at 19
Thank god our parents all figured it out
They never seemed to have a doubt anyway
I hope that one day I will be worthy
Of our one great inheritance
In spite of everything
insane boundless unearned confidence
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beinguǝʞoɹq
03:54
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Desire squeezed purple
And dumb
Turned to chitin and
Cracked open
Now pit-empty and sour
Only sea foam inside
Broken to find meaning
or revulsion
a laugh
An impulse
Or the lack there of
A once living tackle box
Full of vintage moths
Bored, escaping up
Toward the fading nervelight
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LA S T S T R E TCH
02:38
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We sleep on the dark side
of separate lives
each ones shadow puppet life
cast by the other's cell phone light
Our tomorrows make bright this black night
after night after
night stretches out
I'm pressed up to the glass
headlights probe at the falling snow
while you sleep in the back
it's like the world has been erased
there's no happier
place to pull over and just stretch our legs
like the highway stretches on and on
Pennsylvania just seems to never quite end
somehow I'm driving to meet again,
but you're also in the back seat
One day I'm gonna just fuck this all up
but until then I'm gonna swear that I won't wake you up
somewhere deep inside we know
this road trip's bound to end
but how about until tomorrow comes
we just play pretend
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【⋆✴❀侘寂❀✴⋆】
04:29
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Break down
All my faults
Into digestible pieces
Immediately spill them
Into the crack between
The glovebox and the seat
I tried to stitch your ghost up
with this golden thread
Stop you from knocking
On the post of my bed
Long years
Like the trail
Of empty beers
Open burning eyes
To see
You did the best that you could
Just to keep doing the best that you can
I fill the cracks in my life
With your gold memories
Trace the path of our own imperfections
Toward the source of their beauty
Peace for all the cold dead ends
Peace for all the hidden paths grown wrong
The way back home is long behind us baby
And the weather looks rough
We’ve gotta trust
There’ll be just peace enough to peace our way back together
It’s tough now
To get back to you
It’s already
Been 2 years
Don’t know
When I’ll be back again
Guess that’s just
How it’s
Gonna go
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I'm so checkout out the next picnic's on me
though the park's both on fire and under the sea
and the story is heartbreaking but it's too slow to unfold
for anybody to be moved or to care
moved apart, lost track, sunk slowly into the ground
pillheaded sleepwalk through dead MMO towns
might as well take the moon goon stipend
take my chances, hit rock bottom somewhere out in the stars
I heard what you said
don't know what you meant
don't really want to know
How long have I been humming this tune
at least since we reached orbit over Neptune
It's just me and one other NEET
we just flip a few switches alternating who sleeps
in space my hamster life just makes sense
feels right, doesn't hurt me, my family or friends
apart from never seeing them again, i'm relieved
cause my life's no longer anyone's fault
the earth gets bluer and bluer each day
maybe eden seems pure cause we've been so long away
from what distance does a struggle with clubs in the mud
just become any other old Tuesday
Jordan's river is as wide as it's deep
I've got a home on the other side I can't afford to keep
so Michael keep rowing and rowing
around and around in neurotic circles
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ℭ𝔬𝔫𝔞𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔴𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔯
03:28
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Peace be with the
wolf in the the pit of
the mental illness geo metro
Xanax vigil
burning purple
over dogshit dreams
where any lost passerby
can be a pilgrim
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7. |
A Taking Clockwork
04:09
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A girl alone on Christmas night
Just a box of matches
For both warmth and light
No house to call or family to name
Cradling a worm-out shoe like it’s Yorick’s skull
A night so cold you can see her refrain
"To strike a match,
or not to strike?"
Darling, go ahead
Strike as many matches as you like
In whose bed do you sleep?
I will find you
In whose arms do you weep?
They can’t hide you
I’m the enemy
That’s me
Soon you’ll see
I’m not a grand ungodly godlike man
I’m not the leg he lost
Not his revenge paid at any cost
Nor am I the contemptible father slain
Not his murdering bastard, nor the falsely accused, nor the missing envelope stuffed with ill-gotten gain
For God means well and the devil’s in pain
And man allots blame between himself and the two
While I somehow remain forever unnamed
In whose bed do you sleep?
Do you even know?
In whose arms do you weep
After they punished you so?
Are they the enemy?
And what does that make me?
I’m the taking clockwork
The black vacuum God
The empty bloody space
From which the pound of flesh can never be replaced
Cruel or kind, it’s just a branching path around the pit of my aftermath
The blame always falls on they who make the choice
While absent from the news
Is any mention of the forces that made them choose
In whose bed do you sleep?
I sleep with you
In whose arms do you weep?
Those same arms hold me too
If I’m the enemy
Then who are you to me?
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waist deep in snow in the pit of the earth
playing monkeyball with my friends
pepperoni jabronis all hail satan's pizza
fade into fake gamecube sunsets
dorito crumb chums chillin out on the floormat
of a dead Buick History®
from long fingernails to sore gums they go one-by-one
what's up American junkie?
What is the cost of a fireworks display
for all those we lost
on national make-your-bed day
parking lot skull sucking minimum wage
through a pot-hole-water bong
while the ring from a taped-up hand-me-down family-cell-phone's
drowned out by the song of a spring that just never quite comes
while the winter just rolls on and on and on...
what is the cost of a fireworks display
for all those we lost
on national make your bed day
Itinerant laborers haul up the mortars
in a dour endless parade
from the top of mount stupid the workers all sweep
while awaiting the video feed
directions from debt-coerced cynical undergrads
paid in college credit
who just lifted whole cloth some general guidelines
from the r/fireworks subreddit
what is the cost
of a fireworks display
for all those we lost
on national make-your-bed day
I don't wanna die
but i also cant wait to be dead
the water's now up to my thighs
it's tough to make a soaking wet bed
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tumbling sideways down some snowy Michigan backstreet
CD tape adapter roiling metal even if it isn't
pump the brakes and roll the window down
snow blasting in
is this really the place?
I pull the ghost of an old geo-metro in to the unplowed driveway
snow-washed, lost beyond the scope of an easy answer
kill the lights, to match the vibe
of the haunted house your directions led me to
any trace of paint's worn off the old man's hand-carved dream
20 years past his 20 year coin was jingling next to car keys
cigarettes and coffee, withered hands that offered peace
to all those lost, discarded men and beasts alike
one more chance
given freely
again and again
til it's not
no light inside, not a sound to save your life but falling snow and
faint howling on the tree-line,
primal, sad deja entendu
maybe that's what possesses me to forge a knee-deep path around the back
I've come too far before I wonder why i've come at all
socks are soaking, shadow's lost beyond the streetlight's glow
guess i've come because I thought that I might get one more chance
to see you, one more chance to say goodbye
one more chance
given freely
again and again
til it's not
frozen at the tree-line where the dark meets even darker
darker still, the shadow slumped beneath a nearby pine tree
I bend down, and scoop you up
so wet and cold and weak,
the puppy licks my cheek
trembling like the fur-ball in my arms we start the hike back
I see your face, before you turned and walked away the last time
all I had for my dear friend, were disappointed eyes
would've been so easy just to give you...
one more chance
give it freely
again and again
til you can't
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