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First The Plume
00:35
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Oral Governing
03:09
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i tell you what to do
and you fucking do it
infantile arsenic exasperations
nothing abated from
if a thought does no harm
what takes you to calm,
enough to alarm
sick little piquancy
on a sick little piquancy
brigade that sensation, then
brigade that cessation, then
self satisfaction is a self-induced state,
Our affairs placate
all affairs placate
no more or less than
look what I have in my ingrown fucking man
i tell you what to do
and you, fuck, fucking do it
unbeknownst thou,
oh ow
oh wow
licking splinters from the trough
if you understood that’d be one thing
if you understood it'd be something
if you understood that’d be nothing
all for
nonfinite haze takes days to day
When this far behind might as well live in my mind
clasping deterrents
if it was enough I'd just earn it
digits pirouette up the steps off the hand
looks like breathing sand
infinite permafrost man
pentecostal brand man
and or
should you live for oral governing
I'm the fucking God
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4. |
Wrong Neck
02:33
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oh lord
yes yes
project a fucking mess
I'm asking you Andrea
aren't you better than this
why aren't you better than this
better than petty theft, at least
better than incest, at least
better than me
at least that's true
I took everything I could from you
why aren't you better than this
wrong neck
I can hear the sores that coat your mouth pealing open
there's a chance that your pay to talk is running out, here's hoping
teeth on teeth prodigal semen caked in dead skin, fucking vermin
oblique with sacrosanct learnings that you'll never be uncertain
you can ride the sunrise anywhere you please
but it won't take you too far away from me
and you weren't happy and you never will be
so If I had the wrong neck
It makes no difference to me
I don't have to live with the breeze
I can't take whatever I please
So If I had the wrong neck
It makes no difference to me
It makes no difference to me
It makes no difference to me
wrong neck
wrong neck
wrong neck
wrong neck
wrong neck
Oh please andrea
Oh infinitesimally, oh please
would it bring you pleasure to know I consider you to be the origin of my disease
can you see the hell through my pustulated eyes
anthropomorphized, it's unplacated yearnings, "have you had your new boyfriend circumcised? where did you bury our son you bitch?"
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5. |
Castration Loops
02:34
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last night I saw a video of my bones
lost of luscious hinds
played pristine circa 2013 at the cusp of the democratization of the luxurious high definition television
chatter baste
on your busty restless fits
Betsy's fretless fettles fuck face
sobbing i want everyone to be alright
outside of greatly forgettable chemical grade school head at the back of the back of the school bus
whats your lie friend
whats your lie
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6. |
Ballistic Reprieve
01:33
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7. |
Lovesick Slaughterhouse
04:42
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8. |
Diamond Ring
05:41
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your menthol burning in my throat
at least more than my empathy
or i’m obsequious cunt, delusions prefect in perfect contusion of post-ejaculatory heresy
of perfect powerlessness of lives worth even livings
even on virtueless facsimiles of which fail to inhibit even the most gross expressions of state,
yet not vicarious yet, as anguished
can't afford to be nothing to those that can't afford to be something
nasal liminal aberrance, ha-ha-ha
get fucked
go get fucked
if I’ll fuck you
I’ll fuck you until the only thing you remain cognizant of is the abuse
the abuse and the pain where the sick-sicked end of all your lies collides with the wretched ombudsman of your boring morals
there's nothing to retooling the same platitude until it's virtually meaningless
there's nothing to telling myself I could be any different, it's just
I could fucking swallow you
feeling yourself become me become fucking nothing
I hate myself
I hate you after I fucking swallow you and as you become me
I want to fuck
I want to consume
everything
everyone
including responsible heterosexual couples in stable relationships working together to pay their mortgage
including lavish middle-aged spenders having their kitchen re-remodeled.
including old friends car-pooling to attend their high-school reunion
including people who wear fitness trackers.
at saint marys i had a saying it was, "I don't fucking care to know"
or It was it makes me sick to watch you live and remind me I am also living
or i am not living,
no, this is not living
living is parking my merceses bens in the 4 car garage of my multimillion dollar summer lake home
heaven is i am fucking my beautiful blonde wife and raising two immaculate trust fund children
her tits are a vaguely exorbitant 36DD and i can pay their way into the most prestigious
university
god made hell and it's my cock
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10. |
If I want to harm
00:51
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11. |
I Love my Mother's Teeth
02:00
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why would you lie
Why would you lie about that
i'm wadding backwards through your "i am waiting"
you could've lied to me about anything
why would you lie about that
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distal degeneracy not unlike you
to dye your hair
an arduous pink, I'm not through
oh or, priapismic blue, it's not new
what’s hot’s what’s new
and its so cool
what’s it’s what’s cool
be like me, I'll be like you’re your you
my girlfriend gets her chest pumped with collagen
while she’s asking me does it hurt more when I'm one person or all of them
I know i’d rather just follow them
If not, it’s harder to watch than absolve them
i know
i don’t like it when you call me baby, baby
but if you didn’t i couldn’t waste your day
if that's what I yearn towards
a whore and a fool
ward, I can say I have anything
does that make it true?
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14. |
Forget Grind
02:33
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forget grind
payment plan official
soda coax
corporate chakra
pizazz at peak obesity
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she’s like dolce vita
I’m like ad hocc
all I care about is all the sperm in this cumstain are dead
He told us he was us
she says he’s not but thats okay
he can stay anyway
he can hear silence from the minded violences call various untidy filetypes; Whorish faces
and I can be myself in this room
if only by myself in this room
by the air of this room
or I've been around
or I don't care what you have found
this will wear you down
you fucking bitch you don’t get it
but don’t sweat it
simply seizing outlets to profess;
I'm used to it
I’m used to prostrating myself to wet it
I’m used to shacking up for a few weeks at least
I’m used to it ending with your head at my feet
you think you’ve still got so much inside
you think I’m not sick of your mind
but i can see see your soul and it’s alright
call that your fix?
That's nothing
Get sick on this
I thought about killing you last night
the blackheads on your back, cave around my knife
I decided it would hurt you more if I just let you live your life
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if ever out of pontification
rope my hands around this inclination
you might give everything a rest
you may lesion, final liaison
stiches in your rubber cunt collecting mist
cold cuts fanning out steaming piss
jaundiced fingers crossing over blatant invitations to higher remiss
keep it cutting
keeping cutting
keep cutting
everything else were like
cut as if
everything else is like
keep cutting
keep it cutting
While you're busy fucking my wife
I'm in your septic tank eating all your shit
get your dick sucked real quick
I'll be eating all your shit you stupid bitch
encased in cement, master colonel general bliss
breeding timely diseases, for you to dismiss
everything else is like
everything else is like this
keep cutting
keep it cutting
keeping cutting
everything else is like keep cutting, cut like this
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19. |
I Love My Only Hope
02:11
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you ask me 'how much longer until i’ll be alright'
i say your problem is foresight
you’d rather see whats coming than fight
you’re hurt but you know that I’m right
I can hear you tell me to fuck myself from a thousand miles away
I don't think it's okay
But every night I sit with you anyway
laughing because they took our shoelaces away
outside
you can see the sky most nights but theres nothing in it
if there was something you needed i shouldn’t have been it
I am not impressed when you hate your life
I am not impressed when you love mine
If I am not distressed to hear you tell me I'm what's keeping you alive,
I'm not what's keeping you alive
how much longer until you’ll be alright
if not by tonight
early winter morning you finally get it right
ice cold bath lit by candle's light
And I know you weren't waiting for me to arrive just in time
and
i know i shouldn’t assume I was on your mind
but if just for me
why couldn’t you have closed your eyes when you died
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20. |
Expoet
02:03
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21. |
Fall's Scope
01:51
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22. |
Formerly Burns
01:45
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23. |
Figments to Bones
04:18
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Ornate Exit Marquette, Michigan
10.000 accounts
— will pic4pic
— will appear on cam
pm for room access
compiling cool nothings back from hell with the pain data
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