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A Lot to Unload Here
01:42
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Stare into the void and the void will stare back at you
Satan is your best friend and he wants to come hang out with you
He'll take you to the movies
He'll even pay for snacks
That's pretty cool of you, Satan
I promise I'll pay you back
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Souls are an illusion to distract you from your entropy
Demons want to praise you, they don't want to be your enemy
They want to go ice skating
They want to hold your hand
They ask you if you're still dating
Do they want to be more than friends?
What does it mean to mean?
What do they think they are selling me?
What if it's all a dream?
What if it's all a
Dreams are an escape from the pain of your reality
The only thing that saves you is your undying loyalty
A veil appears in the darkness
To reveal a deathly hand
It reaches down and gives you an ice cream
And gently ruffles your hair.
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Headbody
03:09
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My body feels heavier
Than I ever remember
feeling when I was younger
And I haven't gained a pound
Now I'm slightly older
I slouch because of the chip on my shoulder
Which in no particular order
I'll distribute amongst the crowd
It's so easy to blame the people when they're not listening
Much like yourself, you wish that they were better at pretending
The words come so naturally when you're alone in the dark in your room
And your body is a little too heavy for you to move
My head is always aching
Probably because of the constant shaking
In protest to all good things
Like the courteous gesture of a friend
And on the contrary
I never say no to a thing that will hurt me
Like loving alcohol or the company
Of someone who shouldn't be in my bed
It's so easy to blame the people when they're not listening
Much like yourself, you wish that they were better at pretending
The words come so naturally when you're alone in the dark in your room
And your head is a little too swollen for you to move
All you have to do is smile
And they will stop worrying
everything goes away
Please make sure to hold onto the handrail
When you're in the stairwell
And you can't breathe
It's so easy to blame the people when they're not listening
Much like yourself, you wish that they were better at pretending
The words come so naturally when you're alone in the dark in your room
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I’m gonna dig a hole
to the magma beneath the heavy mantle
Grab a plastic shovel
And burn it down to the handle
When I get there I will drink it until I get heartburn
And save a lot of money because I can’t afford a doctor
I will return from the bowels
a shiny, obsidian monster
Imbued with the ability to destroy things with fire
And the screams of the defeated will bellow like a choir
Shattering the barrier between delusions and grandeur
And I will be the destroyer of the world that has festered in a bedroom
All damp and dark from never leaving it to vacuum of the black hole will be quenched When the herald made of silver returns with only good news
The apocalypse has come and none of the bullshit made it
Ragnarok has come and it did all the dishes
The rapture has come and it chose to be better
The end of days has come and we’re returning it to sender
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Non-Fictional Characters
01:29
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I wish I had
Never-ending eyelashes
So I could rip
The straight out of my eyelids
Then I'd have
never-ending wishes
And I could say, "fuck you!"
To all you fuckin' sons o' bitches
I don't even have the first one
And magic isn't real
Non-fictional characters
Get the shitty, bitter end of the deal
I wish I had
I warm apartment
Clean silverware
More dishes
More wishes
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Shelf Life/Self Portrait
02:44
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Here's my unsteady collection of hooks
A secondhand shelf full of unread books
That I thought I'd eventually get to
The shelf topples over and adds itself to the pile
Trading cards and magazines and useless electronics
And there's a kid at the bottom who used to like drawing
Saturday
After work
Have a drink
Find yourself used furniture
Monday morning
Watch TV
It's a repeat
Hey, I really like that movie
It's even better than I remember
I've read this before, and that's sort of comforting
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If you get lost,
I will direct you
If you fuck it up,
I correct you
If you explode,
I will collect you
If you die,
I'll resurrect you.
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The weirdest boy in the world
Scuttles in the saloon door and puffs out his chest
He wants to show you the medals he's collected on his vest
No one is that impressed
After he shows you his collection
Upon further inspection, he's less of a young man
And more of an insect
Or an arachnid full of appendages
He says, "all the better to hug you with.
But I don't really like that, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't."
He put his legs up on the table and leaned back
Teetering on the edge and relaxed
I thought, "man, I really wish I could do that"
The extra arms are there to catch you when you fall back
A shitload of arms and a shitload of legs
A billion eyeballs and only one smile
Four stomachs because I'm a rumen
It's what it means to be human
to consume "what it means"
And obsessive dwell
As he crawls back to his cave on his excessive legs
After he's had his fill
The extra support means he makes it
The extra mile
Beautiful boy
Beautiful, weird, weird boy
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8. |
Unrelated Crow Story
02:07
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Alec Portland, Oregon
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