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washing machine
02:41
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100 seconds til midnight
i need more time to die
there’s too much time a day
everything’s gotta be
everything all the time
always
the days to come are paranoid
infect like you mean it
the advertisement is the product
you own it
the second
you see it
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don’t think play along
a mind so malleable
you carry the potential
to be a weak animal
don’t hide the fact
that you can be had
you can get got
that you can be handled
don’t be ashamed
embrace the blame
of what it is
that you surrendered
that little stain
that’s you
and that’s how
you’ll be remembered
inhale hot air
from a deflated balloon
that’s what you chose, you choose
ask who that’s you
a voice so loud
infesting with lessons
i don’t think the lesson learned
will be the lesson that’s intended
the stink of failure
sinks in later
and somehow
there’s surprise
that someone was able
to convince these sheep
to pull their own wool
over their eyes
the words that they suck
echo the blood choked last
of every failed culture
since time began
the lies they swallow
only fill the hollow
of the pockets they follow
to their bitter end
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simulacratic method
03:22
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we navigate copies
of copies of copies
searching for semblance
of some authenticity
beginnings forgotten
facsimile begotten
by blood drained and drunk
in cyclicity
we wrestle and strangle
and make our cases
that these debasements
are not deceiving us
as their only meaning is
the process by which
they have been rendered
completely meaningless
compile absurdities
read them as tea leaves
feed the dark web of your soul
defecate and masturbate
disposable content
devour it whole
grain entrapment
of reenactments
echo chamber of asinity
stay up jacked
on funny little facts
and blow your brains into infinity
transient moments
rotting components
of a body that is
growing flies
set your gaze
on the abstract
to appraise
matter fact
this messy magic eye
formed of brain matter
its our masterpiece
in the splatter
see what you wanna see
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it is good for morale
to exercise skills
on communications
with no beginning or end
It is good practice for
conversations that
that you may imagine
or you may forget
i push through the door
and do a little dance
with the angel of death
and blood on my hands
maws move and make
and the air expands
and its is clear as the glass
only a few understand
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not in a room
02:36
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through delusion I compel myself
to repress all its past
and try the sun again
a sensual assault abounds
feelings sights and sounds
i can’t comprehend
streets are littered with these masks
i touch my face and feel around
that its not one of them
under its bane
a bike hangs from a chain
only the frame
and my reptile brain
writhes in pain
while my mammal brain
hunts like a carnivore
only to find
a metaphor of
a metaphor of
a metaphor of
a metaphor
overhead a murder of crows
underfoot a gaggle of geese
in my left ear and then the right
an extermination of pleasantries
i smell a hollowed-out clown full of fish
rotting at the rind
and a man with exploding face syndrome
asks me for the time
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idiot empires
and loyal subjects
venomous privates breed
vomitous publics
arms grow long
headlights exposed
warnings admire their reflections against
windows closed
pupilless peepers
matching sneakers
mouths move to make the shape of
disembodied loudspeakers
in glitch a glimpse
simple machines
vomitous publics birth
idiot kings
sip in the circle
favorite flavor purple
see the backdrop curdle
diarrhea verbal
it’s the kind of joke so dense
that it becomes serious
like explaining paranoia
in a world that’s dangerous
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creature endures flesh
02:35
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pokes at the thing on its plate
at some point it must’ve been some sort of food matter
when was the last time it ate
it lets the question hang and climbs up the ladder
to measure the cracks in the ceiling and walls
lost the figures that were written down yesterday
ties to a rope in case it falls
and think to itself there’s got to be a better way
picks at a scab on its face
at some point it must’ve been infected
it falls with a ping on its plate
eyes and nose close to further inspect it
metal fragment framed picturesque against
sustenance remnants wasted and rotted
memory synapse snaps in its brain
was today yesterday somehow forgotten?
they observe it
from behind the glass
and make note
in charts and graphs
of its future
present and past
that the bullet
always grows back
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8. |
face off
02:28
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at first they didn’t wear them
just removed them
at the time no one
understood what they were doing
some used scissors
some used blades
others used their fingers
their nails stenciled the shapes
then they were all at it
emergent evolution
slapped persona flesh to bone
to create new delusions
cutting off and wearing
one another’s faces
and they all of course about it
had something to say
a putrid mound of ground meat
molds into a mouth
makes motions and commotions
until more meat then comes out
it speaks in tongues with words for which
there exists no real meaning
of post reality say cheese
across socialized mediums
and pledging blind allegiance to
incomprehensible misreads
of tshirts that quote catch phrases
by diseases in petri dishes
extinction event optimism
You just have to believe it
Like hearing the sound
of robots breathing
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9. |
empathy
01:45
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i have been watching
you for so long
i feel like i could
even be you
your successes are mine
and i want you to be successful
i write it all the time
i want just the best for you
from afar for so long
now I’m here next to you
i feel your breath on my palm
and you could not begin to understand
the complex nature of our exchange
i could not explain it
or truly comprehend it myself
but in that moment
i understood
what that word they all say meant
when i put my hands inside you
i knew exactly how you felt
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side effects
02:27
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do you remember
i do
that’s what I do for you
phantom pains
of fantasies
gauzy clichés
in flesh redeemed
waving from a porch
hiking up a mile
helping billy with his bike
every tooth in every smile
in their eyes that look
screams carpe diem
fade from silhouetted slomo
magic hour pm
it was all so convincing
that something was wrong
who would not be willing
to make things worse
shooting pain
numbness and tingling
a general feeling of being unwell
extra heartbeats
in abnormal patterns
red painful palms and feet
face peels and shatters
they crawl out of my skin
hallucinations of me
this is exactly
how they said it would be
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11. |
the lucky one
03:54
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they told me to sit down
they told me to shut up
but I was already sitting
and my mouth was closed
under my chair was a series of wires
on another chair
my shoes and clothes
they proceeded to ask me
a series of questions
my responses to which
i hoped were lies
they cut my hair
moistened my brow
tightened my straps
and put drops in my eyes
the light was hot
the air was cold
they asked if I knew you
i said no
now I know these four walls
better than my own mind
i etch the image of a window
and I pretend to look outside
and I knew they were lying
when they said that they had our child
when they removed my teeth
i thought of you and smiled
but I count myself among the lucky ones
because my lids were left
they afford me the darkness
before the bag goes over my head
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verisimilitube
03:00
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try hard to find
binds that tie
ties that bind
insignificant things
in unspecific time
two minutes go by
two years go by
a laugh a moan
a scream a sigh
any amount
of time for anyone
will amount
to experiences
any amount
of anything
means nothing
to someone
tangled in wires
and magical thinking
weigh on a scale
with logical reason
bullets and dry beans
plant them or eat them
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