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ladies and gentleman gather around
we make our first incision here
it’s at no risk of glut
that the next two cuts
will be fashioned from ear to ear
comrades, friends pull up your chairs
let us tell you a tale
and feed you you much meat
we’ll pass around the swine pre slaughter
and let it grow fat upon each of yours teats
the grapes are fine
chew them
the help as chine
use them
slather yourselves silly with all that’s divine
the tale’s tall as i tell it
it’s you all and it swells as
Your bellies as well as
you ply them with wine
villains, fiends
put out your hands
we will slap them with scraps
as you lap at the blood
the stumps left streaming
spurting and steaming
will be treated with grand gifts from above
angle your angler mouths up to the ceiling
we’ll fling the most flavorful parts let fly
as your gape fills you’ll feel the most wonderful feeling
just always be mindful to shield your eyes
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2. |
the operating theatre
03:47
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hollow behind panes like
vases in cases
their glassy eyes
swim inside
ceramic faces
indoctrinated
premium graded
they await their favorite to take the stage
the dark room sweats
anticipation
for illumination
to consume their sight
a sound like a shot
they’re revealed by the light
rows and rows like teeth
footsteps foreshadow
the shadow grows on the floor
their faces press the window
as it darkens the door
behold!
it’s time to start the show
the light deconstructs across the blade
the body is plundered
to uproarious thunder
there’s not a dry eye or seat in the house
the sides of their mouths turn upwards
as their hands turn red with his work
they splash their symbols
against the window
and across their chests
and upon their shirts
he reaches in
pulls out
and holds up for the crowd
the most fantastic part
and they cheer
he reaches in
pulls out
and holds up the most rotted
they swell and swell until they leak
they scream for him smear their mouths against the glass
he says don’t worry any of you could be next
they scream for him that he is their favorite
he says that he will never die
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i know this thing
two eyes one nose two ears
and mouth
it opens and says things
that I might say myself
it’s shape gives me comfort
but there’s something else
inside it perhaps something grows
perhaps something that I once felt
this figure’s unfamiliar
i don’t know who or what from where
it streaks at the edges
and dissolves into the air
A crumbling something,
a nothing, bleak and bare
i could not meet with recognition
its starved stranger’s stare
this thing, it is a stain
i know it’s shapes not
it smears across some kind of pain
under a sun that blots
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it’s hilarious
you make a fist
and squeeze the stone
but
the blood won’t drip
i’m so glad I’m here
these poisoned years
my flesh feels cold
tomorrow must be near
there’s a mouth
with a megaphone
and the sound
goes on and on
we know it exists because it tells us so
there’s a pot
sitting on the stove
a bird
for which it boils
it’s head’s cut off but it still goes and goes
there’s a town
that no one knows
there reside
two heroes
one goes to the other and shoots em right in the face
here’s a plate of exquisite cheese
everyone loves exquisite cheese
why not?
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5. |
a pandemonium of parrots
03:44
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we are white noise
indecipherable
static distortions
churning slowly
among the mutations
miscarriages
and abortions
reflected on the water
among the stars
break the surface
we twist and shatter
which is them?
which you?
what’s the difference?
what’s it matter?
a million receivers
on a million screens
a disembodied hand
answers a million rings
i don’t need to peek between my fingers
i’ve seen this one before
their heads cocked
a gesture of question
to no answer
although there were plenty
and when their question
is in turn questioned
they reply as one
because
we were
too many
little creatures stack heavy stones
in a circle around their toys
hymenoptera, arachnida
they repeat their patterns by voice
one places a blade of grass
and lights it ablaze upon the scorpions back
a comedy plays in fits and starts
as the fire ants tear it apart
these creatures smile and poke it with sticks
blood stain faced and innocent
we are white noise
all buzzing at the same time
we stare at nothing
with hopeful eyes
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the day’s weather was mild in temperature and consequence
adhering to no implied demand
the man’s head raised slightly to accost
and yet the sky remained
the man stood against it
perpendicular in tepidity
he had for years
more than any could remember
less than a memorable number
this is time among much and many
these are not the good times
these are not the bad times
these are just the times
merely a string of banal torments
briefly punctuated by fleeting moments
of forgetfulness of all torments
that preceded
and all torments that shall follow
but this day was changing
was taking on meaning
the clouds they parted
and the birds started singing
the past was the past and
the future was crowning
ruminations bent backwards
sensations were sounding
and all of these memories
of things that had passed
and all of these premonitions
of things to come
he poured over his head
covered his body
and stared directly at the sun
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7. |
happiness is a warm glow
03:37
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sit right down and tune right in
it’s your favorite program and it’s about to begin
it’s the one that shows those
that have what you deserve
and all the cool cool stuff
in their cool cool world
look at her hair, look at her face
don’t you just wanna wear it, wouldn’t that be great?
look at his head, look at his smile
don’t you just wish you had their skin and their style?
sit right down, fixate your stare
we’ll show you what’s really going on out there
a bunch of people died and you will be next
but now a word from our celebrity guests
they’re just like you and they’ll tell you why
you’ll feel so much you’ll laugh, you’ll cry
so wipe the nervous sweat off from your hands
and be satisfied. ain’t life grand!
you will be first if you call in now
remove those blemishes and all that doubt
turn your teeth white and your genitals gold
make you a suck-sess and save your soul
its such a wonderful time
to have this view
to understand
how to do what we do
the right things to think
the right things to say
plug me in
show me the way
i couldn’t imagine a better life
than the one that’s imagined for me every day
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8. |
eat your peas
04:14
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find the knife
find the hand
find the source of the hand
listen, they’re chanting the name
look, the hills are in flames
lay down in the grass
let it wash over you in waves
when you dredge the lake
you’ll find me
you’ll find what you came looking for
and you’ll find you too
his hand shook
as he held the blade
a flash of the shapes
that the starlings made
the captain laughs
a flash of black rain
the lather goes cold as
the captain calls his name
back in his room
the walls start to talk
he glues to the box
in the doctor walks
and the doctors says
eat your peas
on his screen
two detectives lean
over what seems to be
his own grisly scene
“did they count?”
“what with numbers?”
“no in life”
“well now they’re dead”
“so now both neither”
i’m a simple man he says
they dance behind his back
you’re an animal they tell him
the captain laughs
the earth is hot as coals in hell
but he feels cold as ice
doctor,
this world spins
red in tooth and claw
all I see is red and
all I hear’s the walls
and the doctor says
eat your peas
like in a dream
another scene
visions vindicated
open hands sky raised
looking up
she sees a different face
knife in his hand
mind displaced
she tells their child it’s okay to cry
but the child
doesn’t need to cry
the child
doesn’t want to cry
the child wants to destroy everything
find the knife
find the hand
distant chants
see the hand
its pace is steady
stage is ready
a clean cut for the man
a warm lather
rufous splatter
two stock still in the mirror
the child looks at captain
then himself
then he smiles
and eats no peas
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two thousand yard stare
04:51
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everything you have ever heard
and everything you thought you knew
is a lie
that’s tricky
what to do for people who
have no clue
they dig these graves to die
well how bout that
dysphoric
language
injection
reflex
flip back to the page of act 2:3
think back to the the way in which the birds sing
oh what strange violence tomorrow brings
you meet eyes with a stranger
walking down the street
they see you see them see
something about you
you brush against a stranger
sitting on the train
they know you know they know
something about you
you scream bomb
no one moves
did you scream it in your head?
you scream fire
they look at you
did you scream it in your head?
you said nothing the whole time
they are upon you
are they the ones who screamed?
did you see them in your head?
people imitating things
that are made by people
to imitate people
imitating things
you stare deep into their dearth
for some deeper meaning
as they flash across
pathetic fallacy screens
explode behind your eyes
saturn eats its rings
oh what strange violence tomorrow brings
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10. |
magic words
02:14
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magic words
for tragic times
bring you up when your down
they’ll cure famine and blight
the only words
that are true and are right
are these ones here
the words i say right now
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11. |
the eyes in the blinds
05:04
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put your bottle out the window
and fill it with rain
pour its contents in your pocket
out the window again
the neighbor’s at the door
they say they’re your friend
the cover of the book they hand you
says the end
open to a figure that wears your face
on the next the same
on the third you’ve been replaced
something viscous
drips from the page
something viscous beats in your cage
they them they them they them they
the eyes in the blinds
are taking your size
they measure your time
did you forge when you signed?
take your seat
on the bench
in the park
adjacent someone sits
reading in dark
obscured by paper
all you see is headlines
two holes cut
you are seen by two eyes
break the bread
feed the birds
look back up at the pictures and words
the paper ruffles with a muffled laugh
under two eyes your face smiles back
they them they them they them they
stand in line for your piece of chalk
draw a line the length of your walk
when found lying there this will be your scene
the sound of your crime will be that you’ve been seen
nobody ever thinks
but everybody always knows
nobody ever thinks
but everybody knows
nobody ever thinks
but everybody always knows but
nobody ever thinks
that there would
be that much blood
don’t worry they’re coming for you
don’t worry they’re coming for you
don’t worry they’re coming for you
they’re coming for you
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