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Bee Venom
04:48
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(suture)
00:10
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And t
05:39
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untitled
01:21
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6. |
Losing Teeth
03:36
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When I wake from this
When I wash ashore
Put me back together again
Put me back together again.
I fell apart
and I fell real far
Collect my pieces, strap up braces
Before it all comes down again
It'll all come crashing down again
And outside, a great tree, with sharp bark and sharp leaves
is throwing thorns at all it sees, replaces the worry with a bark for me
Crack your smile, see what I am, "Like speaking for the tree?"
With candy-canes for walking sticks, so soon then comes the rain.
So soon, so soon, so soon..
(desperate hands, dealt into blows, hurried sunset, permanent dark)
Listen,
memories are desires, death is belief, the happiest in the market is a cracked smiling mask but here I am a rotting woodlouse with a fancy for bleach. Desire lives recluse and words kill but no one would hear of it and I'll betray you just like your kin abandoned you just like when you sleep I wear the crown, when you sleep I am king.
Outside, a great tree, with sharp bark and sharp leaves
is throwing thorns at all it sees, replaces the worry with a bark for me
Crack your smile, see what I am when i speak for the tree:
Losing hope,
Losing teeth,
Losing face,
Losing me.
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7. |
The Medium
02:00
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"Do you speak?"
Yes, I am planning to but not right now.
To play dead so many obligations must be met.
I said, "play dead!"
I said, "come home."
Look at me, I crumble like chalk,
I sometimes wish, and then he rots,
it all goes so wrong
unrequited once, I checked my list,
Imagine you laugh with a wire to talk.
Happenstance always allots
for many things to go wrong.
but still many obligations must be met.
so he tried and they watched and he failed
and they left him. so now the tempest tells him,
"Play dead! and for lack of what is best falter not,
remember what skulks and shall stalk--it seeps through marrow while sleep admidst, Betrayed, you'll never account for this!"
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Moth Tree
04:26
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Sick vigil of lies
Your stories atone
Your ego: Janus.
Augments
Fashion, Production,
Aggression, Projection,
Exclusion, Rejection,
Ablation, Predation.
Green-eyed betrayal,
I know you, I know you
Eternal, aligned, in crowds, behind,
Around, beside, surrounded, alive.
Behind the smile I know, it played a joke on me again
Faraway in the land of torn cardboard and shadow,
fiddlers dance on burning words.
But you have much better things to do, yes, you have much more better things to do.
Tomorrow I have plans to pace the floors and eat his hate.
Deepening halls behind each door, all new annihilating watchword. Liar, so relented, give up to the sideline where you belong.
This is what you get when you open a door.
Remember:
The weight is bending the wood, the word is breaking the wall,
the will is lost in the street, the street is forever in my head.
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