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Hardened, Bolder
02:44
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wild wolf in an SUV rolled the windows down and looked straight through me / took a whiff of my toxic brain and said “fuck your pain and fuck your legacy” / and then turned around and let me be / on my way back from The Gap / I said, “did anybody see that?”
to make a scene, kid / in the Holocene / it’s always what I wanted / when you’re dead it doesn’t mean shit / living on a loan / can’t give into disinterest / when the shark comes won’t lean into the shin splints
(sunlight wraps round my skin / to be hardened, bolder)
I’ll never not think human thoughts / no, I’ll never quite be alone / to what degree is me? / to what extent is my dome owned by my microbiome? / I’ll never think like a universe / at least, not while I’m alive / conquering constructs / little galaxies of lies
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Inanimate
03:58
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the water is cold / the water is cold / the water is cold and the fog isn’t moving / the dogs are at home / the dogs are at home / the dogs are at home and the fog isn’t moving
I’ve been here before / I’ve been here before / I’ve been here before when the floor wasn’t spinning
the dogs are at home / the dogs are at home / the dogs are at home and the fog isn’t moving / the water is cold / the water’s so cold / the water is cold and the fog isn’t moving
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Ambiguous Cults
03:44
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tired hands / pleasing tired shoulders / like we’ve always planned / now that we cleared the boulder
but how the hell did we get here? / we don’t talk about it / braided legs, watching docuseries about ambiguous cults / but how the hell did I get here? / a miracle mistook as feeble people drowning in snake oil / don’t wanna talk about it
I need you to understand / I don’t need to be understood anymore, anymore, anymore
I need you to understand / I don’t need to be understood anymore, anymore / can’t put my finger on it
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To Love Something
04:13
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it was ‘08 / and I was reaching for the green light / now it’s the twenties and I’m in love / and now we’re searching for blue haze through Zillow and suitcases / it always dissipates
my carrot on a string led me to new things / I thought I knew things / I thought I knew things but
to love something before knowing its corruption is to love one’s own corruption, honey
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House Red
02:23
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every floorboard creak has been one of our four feet this week / sweet like honeydew melancholy / honey do what money don’t / follow folly
mmm, and you never wanna leave / ‘cause when you do, and you bump into another fool / you realize you lost what made you sympathize
you’re not a human unless you’re tested / get up, get out, stir up the silt / question the purity of your favorite quilt / I’ll make a guess while house arrested / house red, it’s on! / what’s on? / yeah, sink into pixel dust / and dream of lust half gone
half gone
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Cool Things
02:51
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our twelve year constant ignoring the rumors / confident she could still chew off the tumors / if you’re right, your li(ght)(e) will hold us together / if wrong, we’ll face our own when your gone / maybe sooner
I wanna love you like I did when I was jealous / but I wanna lift your narrative like when I didn’t care if it was part of mine / self-aware to the extent where I’m writing asterisks on ever line / I’ll trade mine for a nostalgia for present time
sure, I could take a bite out of him / but I’m sure I would draw my own blood, you see / plus I thought maybe with another, you’d see it’s not me / but my suppressive self-righteousness caught up / and we sifted through it / and I swear the dog’s gnawing subsided a bit
she said, “well, then what would you be doing if we weren’t together?”
I wanna love you like I did when I was jealous / but I wanna lift your narrative like when I didn’t care if it was part of mine / self-aware to the extent where I’m writing asterisks on / writing asterisks on
(um, lot’s of cool things / lots of cool things / obviously)
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Wanna Narrative
02:48
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I wanna narrative beyond the greater narrative / which some might appreciate not being erased from / get gold to melt down / I’ll sit myself down / the goalkeeper left with the net / the ref is dressed like a clown / there’s nothing to miss out on anymore (we’re fearless) / there’s no ladder to climb up anymore (take my hand)
a living wage for a conscience is nonsense / the death toll of the souls is unbearable / it’s terrible, but what can you do? / this is America / where parables are weighed out, paid out for bloody miracles
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SS/SH
03:19
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Under The Big Sky
04:42
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head in November water / chemical rush / took a break from the usual fodder / start to feel fresh / sat long enough, still enough for a buck to come up through the brush / stared with intent to build trust
swollen knees and cynical / I wanna shake hands with the visceral / I’ve seen animals do such horrible things / abandoning one another
there’s enough room for the jackals / enough room for the hides / ripples don’t get back to me / under the big sky
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