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[now listening: The Decemberists- When the War Came ] |
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why is plastic killing us? shave you lost a secret we need this armageddon now the bag is light with small distributions with burning heart with diamond claws when my little mercy falls now ashamed to help the thief |
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[now listening: Blonde Redhead- Publisher ] |
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we clean our eyes take off your glasses this is what i am asking for big brother, offer your flesh as living sacrifice this is the perfect service for you you rain in our garden always |
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[now listening: Blackout Beach- Cloud of Evil ] |
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a hum of silence, a holy fear in architecture. god's grace and gross detestation. water flows through the Unlimited channels, mist passes through the nothing. this is the first tyrant of heaven and earth. |
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[now listening: TV On the Radio- Province] |
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Beneath my skin A pounding beat A unique and gorgeous tone. Nothing to worry about, Quality hand soap, Shimmering in my hands. Why are you so angry? And why can't you hear my music? When my hands are so clean. |
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[now listening: Car Seat Headrest- Good Sunday] |
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Car crash scattered plastic, half-buried in sand. And you call it your island paradise. Eating salt and shouting inside your locked house. Blood blood blood blood blood blood, blood, Amen. |
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[now listening: Radiohead- House of Cards] |
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This is a song For a Liar I knew. I can be your dog. I can be your man. While im screaming on the floor. I can be your wife. I can be your truth. Whatever truth you write me. Your word is god Once I am dead. What we both remember Will never leave this room. And i hope it tastes so good. To lie as you see fit. But I will always know And you will always know That you are full of shit. |
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[now listening: Animal Collective- Fireworks ] |
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[now listening: ...And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead- Relative Ways] |
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A Girl at the Table. Edible herbal remedies. Mercury fills the coat of steel. I was looking for something in the city. I go up the stairs and find the theif's bag. A very bad night. People try to stop their lives. At last, the exchange of opinions was settled, and everyone but us decided to quietly kill us all for god's sake. We shouted in the locked house. Is there life after waking up? A small smile, a dream that guides you into a room? I can't wait to tell my friends about the film ive seen. |
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[now listening: Pavement- Carrot Rope] |
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They are Children, and adults. I have a bad toothache. "Hey, don't take it easy." What are you doing? Like a friend? It can reduce Nausea. I will send it to the office. "Is it bad?", a nod, and he was satisfied. I always knew i was crazy. |
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[now listening: The Knife- Like a Pen ] |
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The sun takes flesh at sunrise. Some carried bottles of fresh air to serve the audience "You are gifts." Peace in the midst of fire kilograms of asphalt. fruits and rainwater. He dreams of sleeping. It will rain again. Every scent is a memory, but it fades. |
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[now listening: Modest Mouse- Gravity Rides Everything ] |
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This is a play which takes place today in New York: Scene One: Before sunrise. the butcher draws his sword and kills himself. No one thinks about this tragedy. Outside, Robert loves his wife. There is danger between Robert and his wife. They want to live in love and peace. They don't do that. Scene Two: Two Brothers in the sand. One Speaks: "You owe it to him. How does fire renew and regenerate?" [A self-service bottle of French champagne.] "You are a bloodthirsty man." Scene Three: The brothers have returned to the beach in new clothes. A week has passed. A monk pleads. "I don't know what to do. Tell me what to do." "It is not my job," One says. The monk prepares to speak- but he shakes his head and walks away. Scene Four: Inside a U-Haul truck parked by the sidewalk. One awakens after an hour of sleep. While he has slept, Thousands of people have died. The monk failed to warn of this danger. Ships once traveled to the city, and often brought gifts. But the pier has been empty for a long time now. Soon, Everything on earth will be lost. Scene Five: Rain falls from the moon. Enter a middle-aged man who loves to laugh and talk nonsense. "Some say there is a god." The man gives a very long speech. The speech is mostly focused on life, history, and sports. "Things like the moon can be destroyed by accident." He concludes. And a sound is heard. It's time to let go and move on. The curtain falls. |
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[now listening: Menomena- Wet and Rusting ] |
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rain haunts the air of the parking lot. a single audience stands in the asphalt ocean. songs play in passing cars, then drown in the rainwater. plastic rests on the shore. hurt served and hurt recieved, have left the looker trapped in place. Every bright light that travels across the sky is a brief pause in memory, but then the memory is quicksand and the looker sinks again. The aroma of youth. the taste of dead love. the looker savors fresh fruit and then forever dreams of it as blood |
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[now listening: Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!- In This Home On Ice ] |
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thank you for your support here I am with my camera trying to start over taking care of my prey one year since the death We have been fighting in the snow that's the end of what you left us |
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[now listening: Final Fantasy- This Lamb Sells Condos ] |
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silence with a knife. the sound comes from afar. crying out in the tenor of a loved one. the air is deserted. the victim of the cross in a colorful halloween box. no smoking in the next life. |
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[now listening: Neko Case & Her Boyfriends- South Tacoma Way ] |
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small pattern palm oil nothing to explain a decorative landscape of dust inside an attic your gift may find you damaged there is nothing to explain the prayer does not end it calls out in her voice your weapon is unstable but dont let it embarass you never dream again. until tomorrow. Your army is short-lived. i love you and your difficulties your curses in the dark you struggle to explain as a light breaks through the stars |
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[now listening: The Books- Vogt Dig for Kloppervok ] |
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jokes, souvenirs in plastic bags i want to disappear what would you do if you knew? what are you doing now? i want to know what are you doing? will you shave your hair? i cant stand this mess this will help you to avoid it- my words are silent, i dont want to hurt you little by little, little by little turn on the fire and get to work i want to spread this grace please say thank you its hot in the car, and in my heart right now my diamond, lighter, mink listen to the rain armaggedon falls on fire i am embarrassed to die anonymously |
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[now listening: sigur ros- sæglópur ] |
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[now listening: Sufjan Stevens- Casimir Pulaski Day ] |
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today there is a tree fighting for light i hope you are not feeling sorry for it I can't get up because I'm tired on our holy eve celebration i see the two bright sockets of your eyes. I watched you march on that holy night and i drank your blood like a river and told you that your eyes your eyes are bright sockets like a pair of flashlights I dreamed of you today |
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[now listening: Wolf Parade- Dinner Bells ] |
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wraped in the sweater from when I was a kid the scent of feather flowers the back yard of the kitchen is covered in its colors a bird in the window pleads with you to sing along to abandon the mind. to say I love you i am a bird in the backyard i am the bird that passes by your feet pecking at your scraps i love you waiting in terminal 5 with a cup of yogurt the woman reads and drinks. the bird sings but the waves and the wind will not carry the sound |
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[now listening: Junior Boys- Count Souvenirs ] |
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with even heart and temper pressed up to the window see the difference with your naked eyes of summer and of winter dig in and serve yourself a moon and river dinner of stars and hungry flowers of skeletal wind tremors of seeing with naked eyes of crying out in splinters of walking out on ice of streetlights getting dimmer |
