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String Pedant
04:01
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All The Tanks In The World
How many trips do you think it will take?
Why not get yourself a bigger tank?
We should paint it cerulean, paint the walls electric green.
The big white tank's an eyesore to me,
it's on wheels, you could just take it with you.
Make the walls sweat enough, you'd collect it in your cup,
Reap the boundaries of the sun.
The clouds are rolling up from down below
Prismatic smearing of light crystals
consequently dust has started to blow.
Glittering pools of viscous muck, use it for fuel in your truck
cancerous answer to your life!
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Las Vegas
04:11
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Las Vegas
Good dilation of the finger
Do return this book when all the good parts are torn out,
All of the believable things will commence to start a unit,
would you pay for that if they wanted money for the air you breath?
Monstrous attempt to clear the impact zone
The bricks are glowing now inside the bunker.
Pollyanna, Pollyanna, Pollyanna, he's not that bright.
Inflammation is the first sign of trouble,
invading micro-organisms cause the mass cells to release
There are many substances that produce capillary grease.
would you believe that if they forced you to eat there toxic bloom?
Pollyanna, Pollyanna, Pollyanna, he's not that bright.
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Kimberella 4
03:59
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Kimberella 4
Don't worry, they've used cheap novacain.
Soon you'll feel like yourself again.
Our brains are numbered from one to ten.
So pick a folded leaflet from Dr. Chien.
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Fupid Stool
04:52
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Fupid Stool
Taking cold showers to conserve on propane,
I only make money for everyone else,
What would we do with out our electric doodads?
What would we do without our tin foil dreams?
What would we do without the magic chef?
We'd gather everything we own
around our feet we light,
a little fire of passion inside them
make it a party and invite all the celebrities
to come and jiggle in the sun that we now own.
I'd wear a tie if you knit it for me
but not if you're already gone.
When we are rich we'll have cabinets filled with
daggers and eggs lain by emu's and fish.
With delicately hinged
doors cut into the shells
opening onto scenes of twisted lover's faces.
Wearing cow-like expressions which contrast delicately
oddly with the agonised bodies at your feet
Questing for oils in the folds of your eyelids,
searching the internet for pictures of fish
caught in the act of exposing themselves
to the radioactivity of the elite slugs
capturing victims. Baited old-lady's stretched out on their lawn chairs caught with their romantic novels of smut hidden under
cellophane kerchiefs.
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Hipster Music
04:41
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Hipster Music
It's hipster music
politically charged
fanciful lunchbox(es),
with a side of channel surfing
Free needles, and safety assurances.
It's important people
important to someone.
Pulling on each others legs.
It's feardom and justice for all.
capture six people, (prominent people.)
Put them in a bunker (a secret bunker.)
Remove their arms and fill there minds with smut.
Experiment with there diet, get used to loking at it.
It's adult music listened to behind locked doors.
Unfold on your carpet, it's always been senseless,
let's sell em this meniscus.
Did you bring your films from your last inspection?
We can burn them in the fire.
It's an illusion, a misdirection.
Bald man, handicapped,
On his back with his own flack jacket,
Could you blame him for having feminine lips,
Had a gig at Starbucks until he sang about sodomy.
He filled out his suit and then some,
this chord progression is brought to you by:
Frank Sinatra and Willie Lomax, (ie) hotel robot bellhops.
It's not all it's cracked up to be.
His finger's are stained the colour of his brain
which is green like you and me, he's the same.
We can burn them in the fire.
Rip out their plugs and lay them to waste.
It's an illusion, a misdirection.
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29 Lines
03:27
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29 Lines
Sneaking sips of sweet vermouth,
replace the bit you snuck with blood,
Spend your time outside absorbing the energy
It's your job to safely sup.
If your house is clean you must be thinking,
that an unexpected guest will show up.
29 lines per side. 29 lines precisely.
There are good people when to call it quits,
There are reasonable people who know how to build a bunker.
It must be so confusing waking up tied down.
Your belongings strewn about. You do everything you can to pass the time; rub your pants, count (etc.)
Logic is an enemy, truth a menace.
Can you manage this indigo morning honeybee pollen fountain?
Forever rejoinderless, eyes on the clock,
romance lasts from May to December,
nothing more than a rational man.
29 lines per side. 29 lines precisely.
Logic is an enemy, truth a menace.
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Adagietto
04:23
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Adagietto
It's time again,
to discard your possessions.
It's time to rescind your stuff again.
Your collections have all disbanded
Your love for them will be forgotten.
Your knickknacks will all adjourn
The gris-gris will all return
with the new dust they've acquired
Remnants of spices and fourth hand furniture,
Clothes spun from the dirt
shiny chalices and a flour sifter never used.
Leave behind the piano, unless you're gonna take it on the plane
When Steven Segal turns his back you push it
out of the cargo bay.
We'll find new things, to occupy our time.
Discovering the lives of insects before us, preserved in the glut of SIN.
Becoming one of them. Begin again, amass an assembly of abandoned specimens.
Leave behind the piano, unless you're gonna take it on the plane
When Steven Segal turns his back you push it
out of the cargo bay.
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