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Leech Digger
04:03
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Ropeneck dreams of wooden past times,
There was a bookshelf on that incline
Recreate the process, trigger the sclerosis,
Extend the upper hand,
Hollow out the heartwood, down it out with bleach,
Pissing off the leech
You’re bound to make my lover sour,
Maintain choosing either organ,
Hephaestus was born with both,
Hammered down on hardened oak,
Leech digger – I’m sorry
Ropeneck dreams of vegetation,
Can’t determine facial patterns
Leech digger, poor specimen,
Your body, knows tug of war,
Inspector, roots firmly planted, grabs digger
Eviscerated string rubber band
Acceptably brief glimmer of ecstasy
My stretcher: your taste of heaven
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2. |
Free Stocks Unlimited
04:41
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How could you just sit there and let me even do this to myself,
It’s not really lying, it’s just smiling a little bit too hard,
Optimism optimism, it's simple optimism at work
A piece of the ticket,
He crumble and he flicks it and he spits on the floor,
With a knock on the door,
Scolding thanks in advance for never doing that again,
Turn off CNN and seep down macchiato,
“I’m cool with sports and my admin castrato,”
His parking spot is right next to the gym,
He hits up the gym on eighteen seven six East Washington Ave,
The woman with the bicep looks well in tune
Free stocks unlimited,
Your candy shares are incendiary,
Nice nukie o’ revenue,
Explains my bullish tendencies,
My stakes are all on green,
Enunciated plant property,
A smash to the analyst,
To short is to catalyst
It’s more than my little dress shirt can take,
It’s a routine for the mental hygiene,
The vending machine is a pinball machine for the mental hygiene,
The admin goes, “Optimism… optimism… optimism…”
“Okay I get that. That’s cool. That’s fine.”
You're just in time to wait in line
Dots on the page,
Wish they would just behave,
'Spose I could rearrange all my tabs for a change,
Calendar, all the dates,
Spread them out
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Venice Kanikama
04:03
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Shrieker speaks the sound,
But who is the narrator?
C’mon whose utterance am I?
Big communicator shrieks,
“I’m apropos to waking
Xenophobic jargon aching
Be unopposed to no one
Be unopposed to jocky locker door”
Instead I don’t really know the name I’m saying,
Venice Kanikama
Instead I don’t even know the game I’m playing yet,
Venice Kanikama
When a shrieker causes volatile cramps,
Take the pulse of an Elysian champ,
Don’t rely on existential questioning,
Take a chance on public activity,
You have to be brave,
Forget regrets, forget social anxiety,
Forget the past and know that I am here for you like a bug
If I could cup you like a crater and see to it that you sink,
and make certain that the flesh is turning pink
Your head inviting lichen like some loosely incited philiac,
Grossly in synch with some most repugnant instinct
Shrieker speaks the sound,
But who is the narrator?
Whose utterance am I?
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Test my luck,
My trust accumulating dust,
I put up a fuss - her lips,
Pursed her tusks,
I used my third strike – strike
Strike, strike, it bursts,
I would call that a burst, that a burst,
Skin like a hide and hide like a purse,
Please give me that, “I was here first”
Arms maintain purple pigment,
I am impressed by the natural fissure occurring down my left shoulder,
She asked me to hold her
Roped to a Chevy, you can’t be shy,
Show them your pearlies,
Beg them to please rev up the whirlies,
Show your employer the scar down your spine,
Hallelujah I’m gifted,
Holy divine
It is written in verses one through four how to encourage your employees to be sterile,
I’d test my luck and churn the dust,
Encouraging my employees to be sterile,
Shoot the shit with the hipper boss,
The one encouraging me to be fruitful
Dust – I mean – burst – I mean – strike – I mean,
I was here first!
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Orca
05:33
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That water’s gushing in my cortex,
That wonder’s yanking on my grey,
That blood is molding,
I revealed my father’s name,
Like a rupture of the DNA,
I’ll wait forever and a day
Keeps flowing, never asking much,
I’m wondering whose waves I clutch,
Orca
Smile for me last
She will inhale, then release,
Adding matter to the altarpiece,
Like a knife to the dinner plate,
And she will kiss my frown,
For I am pleasantly drowned,
I am pleasantly drowned
Come on honey and kiss my frown
When you’re tossing a foul through the tears,
Which way does the boat rock?
He cried all that was left,
She cried what she thought was right,
Her cry matched the forecast,
She smiled for him last
Weakly laid him down on her breast,
Eyes rolling back resembled prayer beads,
She wrote a letter as his dying request,
That letter reads, “hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hu-hey...”
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6. |
Revolutionizing Resale
02:35
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Soft spoken like a knife, our future landlord led us up,
I could’t care to be sympathetic as my time dwindled,
Hoping fucking God that I could plant half my wage on carbon today
Revolutionizing resale
Halfway up the first flight, I said, “Got laundry?”
That was all it took to make a wet face out of rent space,
The agent held me to the wall and yelped,
“Yeah, I guess. As long as you don’t care for drying. Anyways...
Observe the floor, observe the stain glass carpeting,
Observe our serendipitous remarketing”
E – P – demic,
An eye sore for the furnishing of burnished-above ply,
Like we used to cook up and lie,
Space defines an epidural residual tie,
E – P – demic
How nice, a candelabra,
And wow, is that a sheepskin attic latter decoy or a mint condition butler?
“Not true. Well, it’s a butler but don’t blush, only worth one in the bush.”
Thankfully, Thursday I was back at it this time with clear intentions and a wallet full of pockets,
My leasing Linda, sweet on her smoke break , saw divinity radiating from my lids,
She fed me that carbon
Observe this Brita product for when it rains,
Observe this Victorian Era lampshade stain,
Observe: this!
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7. |
Big Bone Blinker
04:17
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Pass – shut up – pass me admission,
Drug store member, do you remember,
I raised you like a stegosaurus?
Grab your mag, drug store fiddler,
Proud sniffer of money order,
Order a scent of tragedy – as close as I can get
Shoulda gone with the mezzanine
Good play on a insect platter,
Dear neighbor has terminal eye flutter,
With instincts as fast as celluloid,
Bones along a big bone blinker,
Now I feel like a balcony stinker,
Shoulda gone with the mezzanine
All of the impressions were spot-on,
Safe to say the intermission was the exit that I got off,
I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m exhilarated, I’m bored,
I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m just trying to absorb
I’m exhilarated, I’m bored, I’m trying to implore,
That I shoulda gone with the mezzanine
Grab your mag, drug store fiddler,
Proud sniffer of money order,
Order a scent of tragedy – as close as I can get
Mezza-ninety-nine bottleneck slides in unison
Mezza-ninety-nine bottlenose twins
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8. |
Rustpan
06:53
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Rest in the chamber of rust,
And be not intimidated by us,
Be not intimidated by this, that,
Nor their shadows,
Nor their sensitivity,
You have security,
Be not intimidated by she,
Who was roasted,
In the chamber of rust
I’m afraid of what I’ve done to myself,
And I’m afraid that I must rust,
I’m afraid that I must rust,
I’m a bad ambassador to myself,
And I’m afraid that I must rust,
I’m afraid that I must rust
I have the body of a rustpan – say it again
And if you say it I can hear you, hear you rust,
It’s in disguise but I can tell you must redeem a sense of empathy,
A simulated symmetry,
Of guilt and vanity,
Or you rust
That flake in the sunlight is you
Speckles of bacterial texture,
Are coasting out, roasting out,
Are dissipating, carefully tethered,
On beat cracking leather sheets,
On fast chipping rust
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Twelves Madison, Wisconsin
Madison outfit Twelves play jagged, rumbling, noisy rock that leans a bit toward the mad complexity of bands like Don Caballero or The Jesus Lizard, moving seamlessly between twistedly catchy melodies and bursts of scalding dissonance. -- TONE Madison
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