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It's nothing to worry about. My aura is neon, I speak in dial tones. My portrait is a rooftop framed by traffic. Vision is slow motion speech. Speech is slow motion books. Books are slow motion television. Television is slow motion internet. Internet is slow motion knowledge. Knowledge is slow motion life. Life is slow motion breath. Breath is slow motion death.Death is just slow motion. The kaleidoscope of colors is nothing to worry about. It's a cathedral in rotation, stained glass on your eyeball, sweety.
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Your soul goes to heaven and your body goes to hell.
I feel so nervous lately. Too intense for most, I prefer the some.
She flung her arms around herself and fell into her bed to dream
but woke again to say a word.
I heard her words throughout the night.
I kept them in my head to think
of how she is inside her dreams.
I wait. I wish.
I went outside to watch her leave. I lost my breath, my breath is gone.
I sat upon the stairs to rest. I saw the stars, they came to me.
A flock of stars came down to me to pick me up, to give me peace.
I chose instead to stay inside the corpse the skull the brain the heart.
This is what I know. This is what I feel.
Is this all I know? Is this all I feel?
This is all I know. This all I feel.
Your body goes to heaven and your soul goes to hell.
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Empress Fortress
02:31
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Empress Fortress always on defensive. Empress Fortress hurt just after birth. Every attack is nervous. Every word on purpose. Nothing is on accident.
See everything as miniature in comparison to your future. No answer is good enough, your question is too large.
I can't heal your wound. I can make the bed. I can't find the killer. I can help the victim. Do you see the flashlights back and forth across the hill?
Insults and criticism disguised as as a joke. Noone can respond to your punchlines. Nobody laughs, not even you. Nobody relaxes until your are gone.
Empress Fortress intimidate your witness, provide electrocution by circuitry inside. Later on we'll reminisce after you've given up your war against whatever.
Empress Fortress, everything is on purpose. Nothing is on accident.
Do you see the flashlights back and forth across the hill?
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I pulse when you are close. I see families of flowers from your fingertips as I fly through spaces of mind (?) collecting petals in my pocket. I borrow minutes from tomorrow to make today longer. Clock hands bend in resistance to progress.
We meander through the echoes of lighters and shotguns. The doorframe is a coffin we step in together.
I pulse when you are close. I disregard my heartbeat. I pause and I rest but my body is still shaking.
My heart has left my body. My blood is draining into the concrete.
I pulse when you are close. Everything is symmetric and spinning. You are sitting in the center. Are you enjoying the momentum of the earthquake? Sounds are the new rods. We are nervous and misunderstood. Every moment threatens my composure. I forget about the last and nevermind the next. Under my eyelid grows an iris, and I water it with tears. Under my eyelid lives a pupil and he is tired of the years. I am out of money but I'm never out of ideas.
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Remember when you ran outside Looking for somewhere to hide? Darkest clouds took up the sky. Air got hot began to cry. Footprints in the melting snow. Lost your shoes long time ago. Mom went out for another pair. When she got back, dad wasn't there. Frostbite made your feet turn black, running like a running back into bushes with the ghosts, impersonating comatose. Hide and seek and never found . Ancestors buried underground. Snowflakes landing in your mouth, never gonna let them out.
Shut the windows, lock the door. Hide real close down to the floor. Upstairs you can hear the war, crying over who's more poor. This apartment complex tis too complex, unidentified flying objects. Quotations taken out of context ,dogs are barking on the decks. frostbite made your feet turn black..
Mother tried to keep you close to save you from the overdose. Father tried to kick you out to show you what life's all about. Brother tried to keep you near, worried that you'd disappear. Sister tried to make it hard, took your cash into the yard.
Headlights in the driveway always on and on display, asking you come out and play.
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We Are So Dead!
07:19
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All the children are passed out. Teenagers talk about modeling contracts. Neighbors are dying in the war, one two or three at a time. New babies are being born all the time. Some choose death rather than birth. Is God trying to destroy the United States for the sake of world peace? We would kill Allah if we could. I don't think we have enough ammunition. Jesus is somewhere, his mom was a single mom. She does crystal meth and somersaults in a trailer park playground.
This war is going on and on but even pain feels good after a while. So slow, you get so used to it. we are faking the slowest war. We are taking the longest tour, flying to the farthest shore, trying to open the heaviest door. We are so dead!
I cried as I ate. I was so hungry. I'm always a bystander. ? The army is fun. You're there.. then all of a sudden, you're running! Bullets are coming close to you. We leveled a whole town. Bullets are coming close. We leveled a whole town. We leveled a town. we just shot as we walked through it. We just shot as we walked through. What is the trajectory? Where is it going to land? Check the directory of some foreign hand.
This was written with stigmata punctuation. Cartoon characters are lathered in static. (?) We are so dead. This war is going on and on, so slow.
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Skeleton of Diamonds
04:49
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skeleton of diamonds
pockets full of coke
standing on your hands as if
walking on the sky
later on the nightclubs open
and in between the strobelight
you pretend to exist
as if playing make believe
a few hours later
you'll ask the morning to be gorgeous
it'll be uglier than sin
but beautiful within
and the sunlight inside
is way too shy to even try
to outshine your smile
look into glass windows
you can still see my reflection
you can still see my reflection
trying to catch
up to me
ceilings have surveillance
there are tunnels under the floor
and radios let the sound
wander without direction
skeleton of diamonds
skin the finest texture
breath better than perfume
illuminates the room
and a few hours later..
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Creepover for a sleepover, sweety. I feed you because I need you. I care for you carelessly. I want to call on you because I want you fearlessly.
I don't want to travel far to see you. I would rather always be here with you .I've got so much here that I can give you. We have so much that we can still live through.
I'm calm in your captivity. Same clothes as yesterday. Staining the upholstery. Napping like nativity. I don't want to travel far to see you..
I feel safe in your surveillance. My enemies feel forgotten. Your saliva is my fuel. Creepover for a sleepover, sweety.
I kissed you when you came. I missed you when you left. Running out of words, we listen to our breath.
Your smile is the softest cradle surrounded by the sweetest breezes. Your eyes are aflame with so much soul. Creepover for a sleepover , sweety.
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Who is it who watches us from beyond the horizon?
So overwhelming, a perfect moment keeps on happening.
Inside your womb is a beautiful jewel. the center of your eyeballs a hidden pearl. you are descended from a forgotten species. inside your skulls a forbidden world. all of the girls have flowers in their hair. all of the boys are buried in the chair. the girls on the path wove together fabrics into a costume of colorful magic.
the past is archaeology. the future is astrology. I was born under a dead constellation. your perf is taken over by sweat as my hands move thru you strands. our next door neighbor made a pile of babies, one of those babies lives inside a cloud. his footprint is a man, his teardrop is a woman. the baby speaks in thunder as he passes over.
so pretty, the city so gigantic the planet.
I slept last night with the sky as my blanket
and when I woke up I forgot to thank it.
hula hoop girls rule the world. don't get them angry, they turn rainbows into lightning. hold your hula hoop like a spinning halo. held on your fingers, it begins to glow.
beautiful jewels
hidden pearls
forgotten species
forbidden worlds
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Electricity In Hand
06:09
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Time passes through the town in a river of seconds. The future never happens no matter what you imagine. We rem on summer all throughout December. I think our friendships just a souvenir of a time I don't remember. We can go to some tall city like new York city where you have to die first in order to blend in, like running through a graveyard populated by vampires. when the walls collapse, we'll become the tallest.
home is where the heart is and my home is in my skin.
home is where the heart is and my home is in my skin
we witness everyone and we witness everything
and everyone seems so concerned by someone or something.
in the driveway as pass away..
we watch the ascendancy of man, his dependency on plans, electricity in hand.
we saw a spaceship crash land into the sand, city in the shadow of a colossal wingspan.
we were so sad that you weren't there to see it, man!
children sleep in the stomachs of dead bears and lions. slain in the field of dandelions, pain concealed by the babies crying. parents stand in the doorways, holding their rifles, looking for a target, lookin for a target, praying for a target. we are loitering in the crosshairs. piling up the architecture one story at a time. leave heavier things behind as we begin to climb. we predict the disappearance and the metropolis and when the walls collapse, we will be the tallest.
my anatomy is cosmic, my circuitry is logic. we reproduce our havoc as we frolic in the fabric.
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Can you hear the airplanes exploding? They are burying your city.
Sky is loose and caving in. What will we find when we tunnel through the rubble? Still and I write and still I speak, despite the headphones everyone is wearing.
Television is unaware, does not care what is shows or sees. Can't you hear airplanes exploding? They are burying your city.
we don't need tear gas to teach us how to shed tears. We share with the trees a sense we may get cut down. Skulls told us to be happy is to be dead. Life disagrees.
Loudspeakers caress my shivers. Fences wait for the new crucifixions. Bodies disobey gravity. We are all casualties of birth.
A blind nation looks in the mirror. We witness its reflection. The deep wide chasm of space is ready to receive our souls.
Red canisters of gas.
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Let me take a look at him!
Let me hear how speaks to you. Let me hear how whispers to you. Let me hear how he laughs with you. Let me hear how he laughs at you. He's got tags on his collar. He's got receipts in his pocket. He's got a black book of phone numbers and you are not the last page. He's got eyes on someone else. I see his eyes on someone else. I see his lips on someone else. I see his hips on someone else. Bring him back to the mall where he belongs, imitation retro and hipster songs. Drives his car to the bar alone to see if anyone needs a ride home.
Let me see how he walks with you. Let me see how he sits with you. Let me see how he kisses you. I wonder if he misses you. He's got messages on his phone. He's got condoms in his pocket. He's got alibis in his head. He's got friends all over town.
He is so full of shit, you don't know the half of it. He is just trying you out, that is what he's all about. Never sleeps alone, always sleeps together.
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God loves the mess we made. I'm glad we got away, he loves the mess we made! I threw out everything I stole. I sold everything I bought. I forgot everything I was taught. I forgave everyone I fought. I love the color of your teeth in the blacklight, I'm glad you're still alive. Tell you what, I'll drive!
This nightclub is way too dark. prefer the park. Stay and sway, I think we're safe in the shelter of the diamond strobelight.
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The sun is one of many, but for me it is the closest, and it's easier to love whomever is always nearby. Butterflies fly together as if a family before dispersing all at once to die each one alone. I've got a necklace made of pinecones, I've got a crown of concrete. I am royalty in the woods. I am poverty in the street. I've got bones of twigs and branches .I've got earthquakes in my feet. I am royalty in the woods, I am poverty in the street.
I reach out my hand to find my shirt. I find the horizon instead. I leave it as it is just in case you want to see it too. for years I tried to prove myself but I could not find the evidence. I threw out all the reside of my previous attempts. I've got a wardrobe made of wind. I've got at tree trunk as a seat. I am royalty in the woods. I am poverty in the street. I receive messages from the clouds. Bird and fish, flock and fleet. I am royalty in the woods. I am poverty in the street.
I saw things I don't remember. Time feels just like an echo . Sunlight birthed a blanket of butterflies as I blinked. I have my own reasons, I made them up my self. I'd rather live in this tiny meanwhile than where the action is somewhere else.
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Good Ship Obvious
03:19
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Don't mistake my coincidence for intelligence. I don't navigate this world, I just follow your voice through the darkness. Don't mistake intuition for a strategy. All I know are premonitions and astrology because I am the captain of the good ship obvious, so so oblivious to what's below the surface.
All I want is to feel left out. Enough of this closeknit bullshit. Do me a favor, put away the camcorder. Dump out the alcohol and lets drink the water. Feels so good to finally fuck. Feels good to mumble instead of talk. Feels good to hide, to hide just enough, just enough to be seen.
So drowsy, so affectionate, so lazy, lousy, nonchalant.
So lingering, lackadaisical, and left behind so often.
Word to your mother!
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We Are Definitely Dented
03:55
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When we were silhouettes we never felt so bad as we did before. Flick my food onto the floor, start the five second rule, and I ignore everyone I never liked in school.
We are definitely dented, we are seriously faded, and whatever we invented broke apart on the ride home. I'm gonna go to sleep and I promise to wake up, and I'll wake up eventually, if it takes all fuckin day.
I'm trying, trying so hard, trying so goddamn hard, to stay out of trouble.
Where did my notebook go? Where did my wallet go? Where did my jacket go? Where did my cellphone go? Where did my girlfriend go? Where did my best friend go? Where's my reflection? I don't see shit!
They'll discover you just to discourage you. They'll develop you just to envelop you. They'll entertain just to complain then they will say, it was no fun being your friend anyway!
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