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Surrogate Seahorse
01:41
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It looks like water
It smells like rain
There's a feeling in the air like cities melting in my veins
As sons and daughters
turn into sludge
so wrap them in a blanket
like seeds drowning in the mud
i don't wanna wake up
you don't want to go outside
let's pretend to make up
fill ourselves with existential dread
for the time being
we wont last long anyway
tell me if this feels like a home
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Somebody's ghost has been scratchin an itch
i've been dying to reach but my fingers wont grow to
feel the pain, i know where it is
I've come to accept when my head's above ground
I can siphon the water I needed to drown
The seer sees
They know when death's near
Hold the needle out
I found the web that caught
Curse the thread that sows
I ate the web I wove
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3. |
Glass in Foot
02:07
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bullets in my mouth
swallow; an upset stomach
wishes, sparks, and broken bridge
figment of my mind aflutter
spider legs and fairy tales,
couldn't wait to meet again
scorpions, dogs, and snakes,
something venomous to cure this
someone call the police
my blood is screaming in my brain
in silence in pain
my heart is tensing now
like spiders, like rain
i'm panicking in riot
bullets in my mouth
swallow; an upset stomach
wishes, sparks, and broken bridge
figment of my mind aflutter
spider legs and fairy tales,
couldn't wait to meet again
scorpions, rash mistakes,
something venomous to kill this
someone call the police
my blood is screaming in my brain
in silence in pain
my heart is tensing now
like spiders, like rain
i'm panicking in riot
someone peg me deceased
the bees are gnawing at my skull
my mind is leaking out my nose
my veins are twisting round my throat
like spiders, like rain
i'm panicking in riot
i cannot control this
i have somehow wrapped myself
i live in a heart attack cocoon
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4. |
Wish Retraction
03:27
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pull the blanket over both my eyes
i couldn't bleed with dust even if i tried
all eyes on the wish retraction tree
hanging bones with spools of thread
woven from dreams we never got to taste
for tongues taste ash for want of air
sleeping off the sense i get from falling under
these spells of dreams that never seem to grow
stealing eyes with thoughts of wish retraction
the sinew of these hopes undone
pull the blanket over both my eyes
i couldn't bleed with dust even if i tried
i painting skulls with iris covered blinds
that see the bones i hang from limbs
of fox claws, messes, and sleep spun with the seeds of wish retraction
sleeping off the sense i get from falling under
these spells of dreams that never seem to grow
stealing eyes with thoughts of wish retraction
the sinew of these hopes undone
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tell me when to wake up
then maybe i'll go outside
chided by our feelings
walking in and out of every wistful thought and texture
leaves and roads and skin on skin
i think i'll put off wasting away
i think i'm sinking into a grin
i think i meant those words that i sang
i think i found something like a home
no time to wake up
no time to go outside
just length to wander
wondering if we'll still breath the same air that we started
lost and found and lost again
come in i left open the door
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BOSS DOT
02:46
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Gouge out my eyes and replace them with sand
so the grains of my sight come and rain on my hands
I can't see like the fates
a cycle of waste
see like the fates
a cycle of waste
Fractured; waking feels like dreaming out of key again
Shattered bones to dust these broken eyelids
A muse to keep me thinking about the sun again
Take these bones, remind me that I'm home
Just about every time that I think I've found the root of these cyclical sicknesses my eyelashes start to fall out and it's like a chain of wishes but they're soaked in formaldehyde. I've been falling off a ladder a couple time a week but one of these days, the floor and I are gonna meet
Fractured; waking feels like dreaming out of key again
Shattered bones to dust these broken eyelids
A muse to keep me thinking about the sun again
Take these bones, remind me that I'm home
Anxious to tie the wrist of a dream
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i left my bones on the side of the road
next to garbaged picked treasures and a canteen of thoughts
i wrote letters to the ones that i loved
put them underneath soil and with water hoped that
my words would grow
into something more graceful than me
than maybe i would grow
into something more graceful than me
that snake from your throught
it takes more than just stitches to fix that thing up
with a noose and some luck
will hang these words from the rafters, wipe the salt from our tongues
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Dog
03:25
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the joints of our lungs stuck to
tongue and to teeth
sunk in honey and sugar
dissolve and release
trudge through mud to the couch
there's the tv remote
float through the channels to hear my blood clot
and that's not the worst
sickening verses
a swamp laden hurse
a breezeless day
a sheet sweat night
now i rest just to feel my legs snap
the scorch of the sun
the heat of being alive
molasses, the sun the sun the sun!
turn on the air and waste away
wires like tendons
muscles like gum
gum on my nose and gum in my throat
sugar to block the air that feeds me like
ropes to the neck like my back the slouches in
life in death
all day
the sweat stains our eyes
the couch in my home
the sweat in my eyes
the ash on the floor
the blood in my cum
the dust in my throat
the ache in my feet
the leftover crumbs
the dog in the sun
dog in the sun dog in the sun
i am the dog in the sun
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Washers and Wingnuts
04:02
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felt the wale of a raindrop
clinging to greying skies
i am vast, i am weather
sickened sun, hidden eyes
fall with rain soaked lungs
hold me out
like spiderwebs across the chest i grow
i was more for
picking thorns in fields of open grass
where are the tools to fix this
a haze that covers the mind
a needle thread the silver
that coats your eyes
hold me out like
spiderwebs across the chest i grow
i was more for
picking thorns in fields of open grass
where are the tools to fix this
a haze that covers the mind
a needle to thread the silver
that coats your eyes
where are the tools to fix this
a haze that covers the mind
we fit together like silver
headstone, goodbye
i never wanted to be
made a fool out loud
i never wanted to be
buried underground
i never wanted to be
hold me to the sound
i never wanted to be dead
hold me out like
spiderwebs across the chest i grow
i was born for
picking thorns in fields of open grass
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Hollow-Eyed New Jersey
Ryan Treppedi
Nicholas Jorgensen
Nicholas Sudol
Dan Nagano-Gerace
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