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(lake of needles ⁞⁞⁞⁞)
03:30
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I've had it up to here
with your fucking witchery
Select a shtick and stick with it
or don't say anything to me
Oh, did you smell the blood in the water
but get cold feet?
I left that piece of me on the altar
If you want it back, feel free.
Please just say it
because I'm shameless.
I wanna hear it from your lips.
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(.persistence module)
03:35
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My best guess is worthless
But I thought maybe, this was
something worth saving.
Sorry. I don't know why I do anything, anymore.
I'm just stuck looking
for a reason that lies
forever out of grasp,
but within sight.
Dopamine seeking missile
It's just a matter of good enough.
Spend a lifetime waiting for nothing-
our joy is a conditioned response.
You will always be too late.
I end my fast with stale bread and vinegar.
My body unnourished, my spirit unpurified.
Windows flicker as a TV sings
a dream of life and light and color
into and empty room.
But none of that matters now.
Everything important was already lost in translation.
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(chokecherry 吐剤)
02:47
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These limbs grow long and tapered
as I swim these slag heap vapors
Blindsided and immobilized
I try to remember, failing each time
Fluttershunted chandeliers
Dangle to greet me, seething sweetly
(Yeah, oh yeah!)
Ignore this message. This world is a test.
Hyperdimensional vomit quest
Back, turn back
I've trudged these wastes for years
Nothing (no, nothing) pure grows here.
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(//plasma tantrum)
01:44
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Like a piece of tissue to wet skin
the ghost of our promises still clings to mine.
Everyone knows that nobody meant it
I'm through deciding anything.
Comfort, darling comfort, come to me!
Until the earth burns,
no one will get what they deserve.
Stop pretending like you're not a willing part of this machine.
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Lurch toward the opening of the vortex
but make no progress.
Stranded in the darkness,
the mirror reaches toward its reflection.
So tell me: did you too follow some will-o-the-wisp here?
Or have you simply come seeking refuge?
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(empathogen//serenity)
03:03
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in my head
except it's just you talking
and I've forgotten all the words.
I think there's something wrong with my end
of this connection
I think someone's been cutting cords.
It's a real shame
neither of us
will feel this way
tomorrow.
Now I realize;
all this time
I thought we had
was only borrowed.
- -
I will fucking find you if it kills me
comfort, darling comfort, come to me.
(Serenity)
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a cellophane jackal Las Vegas, Nevada
art is dead
earth is fucked
god hates you
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