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600 Times And Counting
04:40
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2. |
Exit Exit
04:00
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it's becoming something that's
too hot to hold onto
it's what's here in a bag that counts
bearing witness to the dying
to be the hands that hold the world
it's the loss of a lot of blood
that leads someone to love
it's eating jelly doughnuts
that leads me to a hole
it's an exit wound
from a .22 rifle
dreaming in a pool
of blood, piss, and fear
it's the muscle car
that painted a sky with me
anywhere you are
i'll be there, dripping
do you dream at night?
like at all, ever?
a caterpillar under pressure
cracks a diamond to a moth
do you dream of bears
dreaming of you dreaming of them?
like ever, never ever?
you do, and I do too, I think
it's in front of me when I eat a mango
dripping down my chin, only one hand in my mouth
you'll stay in front of me
when I crush a pomegranate
softly with my fingers
dripping
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3. |
Aposématique
05:47
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je suis inutile à la terre
sauf mes os pour tailler després
tulipes poussent de mes côtes
je ne veux rien sauf ma mâchoire
s'il te plaît
s'il te plaît, tiens-le une fois deplus, tiens-moi encere
(ma mâchoire, mes côtes)
une fois deplus
rendez-moi util encore, saigne encore
un dernière fois
quand les tigres fumé et ils se libèrent de moi, quand ils ne montrent aucune pitié,
je ferai comme j'ai toujours fait, et je serai à la hautour des etoiles que j'ai tirèes de notre ciel
je suis...je suis...je suis...
...celui qui se déchire à mains mes
trouver mes os pour tailler un cœur dans les arbres
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4. |
DOUBLES
05:10
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no, that's the church of jesus christ of latter day saints
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5. |
Small Music: VI
05:34
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6. |
A Chasm Beseeching
06:35
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it's something it shouldn't be
writhing at the break of dawn
chugging, chugging on a moose
sweetie pie, honeybear
ransack our pantry before slamming the door into
one two one two
dusk in and out it's bloated
past any sense or recognition
a wild animal host to every disease
sleeps in this bed
a desperation riddled with disease
sleeps in my bed
chugging on a moose
our star cuts through sparkles and dazzle
daggers creep from the windowsill
wallowing and writhing
apple pie, grizzly bear
sleeping in the bed it knows no other home
save for this it had burdened
a great north american grolar pizzly bear
clawing at nothing straight over the concrete
and beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg beg
open the maw of the walrus
a breaking point
each tusk is perfect
each tusk is homely
each tusk une raison d'être
something more than every disease ridden animal
clawing at the procession
an open, gaping wound of a thing
that leaves breathing room on this bed
pumpking pie, silly bear
come, sit, and watch me die
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Taxis Derma Colorado
Hi it's Louis :)
big noises, small moments, vultures forever
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