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Corrupt, Corrupt
07:29
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Corrupt, corrupt, corrupt, da-da-da da da
Dumb
Narcissus’ face inverted in his pool of cum
Da-da-da da da
My lower half is stirring
Slouching toward the fount of images
How did it cum to this?
How did I spill a world like this?
Dumb, dumb
World of dreams, world of Eves, have I cum too late?
The world appears projections of my unknown face
Last Man, Ugliest Man, have I cum too late?
My veiled heart appears outside as Fate
The gyre widens like an asshole
Da-da-da da da
(and this one’s really an asshole)
Dumb, dumb
Shaved world, bleached world, torn world, gaping world, have I cum too late?
Fate
Alright, alright, alright, not at all alright
My shadow heart it flickers outside as light
Staring out at the dumb throng
DUMB
Myriad faces of the Veiled One
Gyrating in their soiled thongs
Da-da-da da da
What slumbers for me in these dreams to be born?
The final face of Evil when the veil is torn
The one true face of Absolute Evil when the veil is torn
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I'm Normal
05:51
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I’m normal
I left the Chaos Realm behind me
And in between my legs, no poetry or stories
Tame, but still a man
Wild, but still a man
No war inside or out
No trauma
I’m not a victim or a hero
I do my job, unlike some people I know
The past is done with me
The meeting starts at 3:00
Spine up, head down
Apollo,
I turn down cocaine in your honor
Get that shit away from me
I don’t jerk off to horror anymore
Torso of my mind, dry of Bacchus’ slime
Who told you otherwise?
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Feet First
05:10
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A panel of experts couldn’t zip up his fly
The lawyer and doctor couldn’t keep his shoelaces tied
Then he stepped over a line, and out the frame of our minds
And when the other shoe dropped, he stumbled into Stalin’s photoshop
Feet first
Shot with a cocktail at his very first cry
Round after round, year after year
Drunk child
Couldn’t be walked home, but did we really try?
Yeah I tried
Officials have yet to let his exile thaw
I hear he’s in snow-shoes running laps in Siberia
Was his breach born of fate?
Was he cruelly erased?
Stomped out and stamped for life?
Or could labor’s boot re-educate?
Feet first
Shot with a cocktail at his very first cry
Round after round, year after year
Breech birth
Couldn’t be walked home, but did we really try?
Yeah I tried
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Haven't Learned a Thing
05:21
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Long shadow, long shadow, tell me where I’ve been
Can you make it a story? I don’t mind if it bores me, as long as it makes sense
Things happen, just happen, la da da , where have I been?
Another episode. Will it just be a standalone? Just more time?
And now it’s night, same as the morning
But now I’m old, and I haven’t learned a thing
And now she’s gone, now he’s returning
Another one talks to God, and I haven’t learned a thing
Long shadow, long shadow, how does all this end?
Halfway through a sentence? The words are relentless. But so what
Returning, returning la da da, how does this end?
Another episode. Will it just be a standalone? Just more life?
And now I’m right, now I’m mistaken, now he’s destroyed
And I pray I learn something
They changed their name, now Dad’s demented, now I’m in love
What will tomorrow bring?
And now I’m clean
And now I’m wretched
And now I’m clean again
Another year
Dice throw procession
Parade of dreams, just as real as they seem
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Three Worms
08:12
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Three worms molest my ears again
On my way home from work they work their way in
1, 2, 3 in a row, they start singing,
“Bury all that work you did, and start again from nothing”
The first worm is called What If
The curling question fingers me with just a whiff
Tease inside my head-holes
Perfuming my hollows
Hey man, I’m just saying,
What if?
Worm 2 is called Why Not
In the back of my throat, just a thought
bargain with my memory
Amnesia mockery
“Yo bro, I’m just saying,
Why keep on fighting it?”
I fold, invertebrate
Why not
Why not obey those evil friends?
As I quicken my pace, my brain it starts running
One by one by one, they’re chiming in
“Cut yourself in half again, and just grow back on Monday”
Worm the third is called Fuck It
Worm the third is me
His brain uncoils and slithers out
Into the dirt, and now he’s free
It’s gonna be a wormy weekend!
Fuck it, why not?
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The Sacred Vowel
12:21
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So sheer the cliff, the sea so old
Mouth agape to fuse with the indifferent mist
Archaic awe
That broken seal, that fatal yawn
Join with time’s unbroken wind of melody
Feeling small
Drown the word
God moves through something dumb
Prayer of raw material, the wordless tongue
No idea, no idea, no idea
The Sacred Vowel
Becoming waves, becoming stone
Open word, open body, open door
When I breathe, continuity, before and after me
Wash the ink, my tired diary
with ichor of illiterate, forgetful song
Meaning nothing, meaning nothing, meaning nothing
Can I just sing?
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