1. |
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Rolling off the yucca,
a lesser crucifixion onto black berry thorns
He beat she too bad
what a God awful wonder is Man
My dumb arms wide open
My dumb blindfold tied tight
My dumb cigarette lighted
My dumb dumb smeared across the wall
Baby my hands hurt so bad
Are you going to make me say it
baby, baby, baby, baby
My heart hurts so bad too
what a God awful wonder is Man
Piled in a corner
Everything we are
The Real Chaos Cha Cha Cha
a world with nothing to forget
a life with nothing to regret
a love with nothing to forgive
baby, baby, baby, baby
You aren’t the first person to leave me stuffed in a trash can
I am not the first person you have stuffed in the trash
He beat she too bad
what a God-awful wonder is Man
He beat she too bad
what a God-awful wonder is Man
Take it personally
When I kill myself in front of you
I am candley
I am looking for candle in the wind
Candle in the wind
This is candley
I am candley
I am looking for candle in the wind
Candle in the wind
This is candley
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2. |
666 Photos of Nothing
03:51
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Turned out
By your gaga for glass
Chomo
Gobble a wreck of your you
Overpass
On a box
You are 5 (years old).
She watches
Fore the rapes
Stockton
Sanitation found you
What
is your
fondest wish?
Kyle
opened up
“to be dead
and
to kill”
A heaven of no ones and never nevers
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3. |
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Poor little head
my mind is not where it belongs
Always in a narrow space
Rended
Ceded
between death and not death
Apart
Ignore grief
The atoms that make up my will
Obsess not off nor on a teen angel
Will tarry in parts
And litter the roadway for as long as they can
Ignore grief
Esquerita, Little Richard
Tears of Blood
Clouds of Glitter
Esquerita, Little Richard
Blood of tears, Hot Pepper
What are you doing later?
I can’t make my mind mind
Anything could happen
Tear it up, strut your stuff
Be disappointed when you wake up ignore grief
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4. |
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A tarantula crawled under the bed
It seemed unconcerned , I was hiding there too
he never looks under here
The sky is almost magically clear
fear and darkness?
It doesn’t make sense
If he finds me
And sees the tarantula too
Chuga chuga chuga
Will he hesitate?
If you scare him away
I will get a tarantula tattoo
If you need to bite me
I will understand
Here comes my curious finger
Sliding closer across the tile
Chuga chuga chuga
I can hear him screaming outside
All the neighbors hate his guts
Do you ever turn into a butterfly or a wasp?
Do you never change?
My finger is getting closer
Am I going to smash you?
Awake unto me!
Arise, arise!
Awake unto me!
Arise, arise!
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5. |
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It was burned
With a lighter
A surprise
How much Love hurts
Fer-de-lance
As a vision
O’ the day
He would kill me
He followed me up and down the block in a circle
Each time he passed by he would spit on my clothes
Other men have choked my own sense of self
Only he has choked my everywhere
Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier
Not a vision, an idea of a way to be
Pretty men
make the world burn
Dolly pie
as a hangman
Gasoline
as a vision
Him or me sparks an answer
A black hole is everything a star longs to be
Surprise again but a surprise swinging from a wire
Now it is only I let to choke my everywhere
I binged before so shit would plume all over his carpet
So much pressure to feel or even say joy
Tarsier, tarsier, tarsier, tarsier
Not a vision, an idea of a way to be
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6. |
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Nameless
You did this
To yourself
Publicly wild in sorrow
With extreme and almost comically
Excessive violence now not beneath you
Back from the dead
With promises to live at least 3 months
Jack-o-lantern ass
With paid up rubber tits
For a conscience
Paula Pahrump
Eats in a dump
Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug…
The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard
When your sons grow up to never place flowers there
You did this to yourself, is all they will choose to remember
Plum petals
Fall into
Shade
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7. |
Border Factory
03:00
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Anyone in the way.
Anywhere a dirt road
Anyone in the way.
A whirlwind of black hair
A whirlwind of black hair
Border Factory
Don’t Flatter yourself
Come closer
No one wants to know
Border Factory
Don’t Flatter yourself
Come closer
No one wants to know
A body that invites violence
what NEVER will be, will be
the coroner's van
And its coming dust
A flash of blue sky in the dirt
Neither still wearing a smock
Neither still wearing a name tag
Border Factory
Don’t Flatter yourself
Come closer
No one wants to know
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8. |
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Incestuous
Nudity
To hate
Actively
Murderous
Exequy
Exhumate
Unsmothering
Rites of Reversal
A menstruate
A copulate
Baboon
Like a god
Suffocate
baby’s breath
Cannibal
baby mouth
You and you can begin
You cannot unbegin again
“I will bake my head in the oven!”
To feasting on the flesh
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9. |
Brothel Creeper
02:57
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In my secret heart,
Torn asunder
I wonder why, why, why, why, why, why, why
Why do I happen to me?
Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples
I would give my eyes
To awaken
Happens all over, over, over,
And I never get to
see see see see see
Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples
But what pours out of me
Pours into the sea
While Blank and opaque needs
Stay sealed in my SECRET heart
A scalping knife
is just a dull knife
How will I have worn my hair in this exceptional moment?
In this fanciful summer
The dagger in your secret case
Tip only drawn across your breast
I plan to steal it
Cut the seal from my SECRET heart
Fanciful summer
Eating poison apples
Eating poison apples
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10. |
For M.
08:18
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I
Cackle tap ash
Wobble dump Apple Jack
Melanie
Onto apple blossom buds
II
Roll a die
Pick a hole
Thelarche
Mini van
Limp in
Shut up
Fucking Fuck
So bad, so fast
III
Boiling sugar
Cinderblock
Screwdriver
Cub Scout knife
IV
Goodnight thought
The apartment stank
Goodnight pain
Murdered by a slob
V
No form nor waste
Alone
But for Pluto
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