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making nothing
03:03
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i scry with my three eyes something i'm not supposed to talk about
i've lied through my disguise for so long i don't know if i can make it out.
you say "Arm Leg Leg Arm Head"
i say "Great Outer Depth Inner Space Dance Earth Art Death".
the looming act of making nothing
and then creating it
blooming flowers are a mask of the leaves and roots,
everything's faking it.
i've no desire to indulge in revolution
it's nice enough to be a part of evolution.
i'm a mineral rich sac of conscious water
i'm the bloodless non-material creator's daughter.
what is there to understand
when the holy moly master plan
is making nothing visible
the holy moly undivided made divisible.
you say "Arm Leg Leg Arm Head"
i say "Great Outer Depth Inner Space Dance Earth Art Death"
the looming act of making nothing
and then creating it
blooming flowers are a mask of the leaves and roots
everything's faking it.
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take, toss, repeat
i don't want to keep anything.
sand sculpturing
feeding waves i don't need to keep things to know i made them.
but i'll get better, i'll do better.
i'd rather drown at a waterfall than take a dull swim through reality.
make out with me
making mistakes is a form of release.
i fake smiles for cheap
but nothing's better, nothing's better.
on we ride through ennui
i hear the doldrums play arrhythmically.
i'd rather drown at a waterfall than take a dull swim through reality.
on we ride through ennui
i hear the doldrums play arrhthmically.
i'd rather drown at a waterfall than take a dull swim through reality.
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shifting ticks
03:14
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to keep my mouth from twitching i blink my eyes.
to keep my eyes from blinking i shake my head.
to keep my head from shaking my throat clicks
to make myself seem normal i'm shifting my
tics
and i know it's normal
but i don't know what the fuck that is.
feels like blood sucking arachnids engorging themselves on me.
i'm licking my lips
i pick at my fingers
i'm dicking around
i'm sick and i know it
i'm flicking my tongue
i'm sticking with my fears
feeling way more fucked up than i let on.
and i know it's normal
but i don't know what the fuck that is.
and i know it's normal
but i don't know what the fuck that is.
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4. |
taguarcel
03:19
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who have i not met inside my head?
who am i if i detach it?
blood seeps from bodies that we don't need
i'll bring the flesh you bring the mythology.
through the shadowed trees i hear shrieks
they're drifting away from me.
i heard the jaguar tell of taguarcel
i quiver in anticipation.
i call forth the lone lord of inspiration
possess me tonight.
i'll paint my body white and drown myself in the ocean at sunrise
what do you need sacrificed if my bloodied body will not suffice?
possess me tonight
centaur-like
you take my body and i'll take your insight.
to think when i was a kid black rhinoceroses existed.
i'm feeling cold, i've lost the fire
i need a new god to make me inspired.
possess me tonight
centaur-like
you take my body and i'll take your insight.
to think when i was a kid black rhinoceroses existed.
possess me tonight
centaur-like
you take my body and i'll take your insight.
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endless arrow
03:15
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i place myself in a bow
shot as an endless arrow
past everything i've never known.
and i saw the scenes
unfocused as my target seemed
and it all passed faster than my grasp.
there goes my memory.
so this is becoming infinity.
i'm not anything.
jump
off the ledge again
lightning bugs descend
in seashell sequins
all adorned in nature's glitter
i'm getting lost again
counting from nine to ten
all adorned in litter.
i've got to pray to the matrix not to glitch for a minute
i've got to pray to the matrix not to glitch for a minute.
i'm learning how to juggle non-platonic spheres
i'm working through the struggle accepting nothing's here
i've watched the world unravel there's nowhere we can go
as an endless arrow
i'm learning how to juggle non-platonic spheres
i'm working through the struggle accepting nothing's here
i've watched the world unravel there's nowhere we can go
as an endless arrow
i've got to pray to the matrix (as an endless arrow)
not to glitch for a minute (there's nowhere we can go)
i've got to pray to the matrix (as an endless arrow)
not to glitch for a minute
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6. |
magnetic attractor
02:18
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have you ever shattered in so many pieces that you're intact?
either madness approaches me or my magnetic attractor is in full swing
telepathic dolphins are cloudbusting.
i'm winning the game of who's losing their mind less gracefully.
scratch that my magnetic attractor is not in full swing
everything that i thought i was bringing in to me
my mind was inventing.
i'd shave my body hair
dolphin-like humans make better swimmers.
with a seashell in my hand
i communicate with beings beyond the land
they emerge as a column from the sea
and they ask
"have you ever been a lightning bug in a dream?"
i've been a little girl a fish and a non-entity.
"and have you had the slowly turning spiral?
are you tough enough to survive those dreams?"
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green dream
02:36
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the force that drives the green fuse drives my blood
lay your eggs inside my legs
breed a larval temple of insect eyes.
i quit the human race
by accident i'm an element.
abby eat me i can show you how to see the world as a green dream.
lay your eggs inside my legs
breed a larval temple.
the trees are all throwing gang signs.
lay your eggs inside my legs
breed a larval temple.
the trees are all throwing gang signs.
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phantom on
03:30
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i don't like anything
i like the empty spaces between.
all my kinetic energy is just an active form of wasting
all my potential energy.
god damn i'm lost again
i took all my stupid days and i wasted them.
barely awake, forgot my dreams,
i'm a scry baby fishing in the galaxy.
i don't like anything
i like the empty spaces between.
life's a finite passage lit between two darkened voids of infinity.
i don't like anything
i like the empty spaces between.
all my kinetic energy is just an active form of wasting
all my potential energy.
how much more can i endure?
i took all the joys of life in a single surge.
barely alive, i phantom on.
scry me a river to escape upon.
i don't like anything
i like the empty spaces between.
life's a finite passage lit between two darkened voids of infinity.
birds hiss and attack
i chose the wrong spot to relax
you're a tiny dinosaur
i'm a giant rat.
i'm just looking for a place to close my eyes,
you think that i'm here to eat your babies.
don't worry birdie
i'd trade my life so you could keep your wings.
i'm hurting
but i'm not hurting anything
perfection lacks perfection until touched by destruction.
to disappear is to solidify.
these days my dog's the most real human in my life
don't worry birdie
i'm hurting
but i'm not hurting anything.
what's real no longer exists.
i'll become real the moment i cease to exist.
material off, phantom on.
i'll become real the moment i cease to exist.
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9. |
life in a jar
01:32
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ACT 1
SCENE 1 - nothing
SCENE 2 - everything
glory be to our god complex
the simple acts on a parallax
to simplify what mystifies doesn't make it less mysterious
ACT 2 - contact
ACT 3
the SCENE is the void in the lines between being and non-being
ACT 4
the actors are androids
human bio-computers
subhuman bio-nothings
that determine the long term coincidence patterns
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10. |
staring contest
02:40
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open third eye staring contest with the abyss
it gazes into me as i gaze into it
winner takes all
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11. |
blonde coffin
03:21
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my little tiny baby head was a blonde coffin
my little tiny baby feet were the wheels of a hearse.
fetus me was my mother's parasite
to build a skeleton inside of me.
cuteness obscures our nature as a leach.
womb raiders
the onanistic mystic divine masturbators
cumming us into existence
womb raiders
the onanistic mystic divine masturbators
cumming us into existence
i watch the trees orgasm
and then they bear fruit
the insects are fucking pollinators
when nothing was who decided to be?
when nothing was who decided to be?
the fetus is an architect parasite skeleton builder
the fetus is an architect parasite skeleton builder
my little tiny baby head was a blonde coffin
my little tiny baby feet were the wheels of a hearse
my little tiny baby head
my little tiny baby feet
the fetus is an architect
the fetus is an architect
parasite skeleton builder
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12. |
static web
03:24
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face off
brain exposed
take off your meat suit
see what's inside
why suppose it's any less horrifying
to understand what's underneath what appears to be.
i want to believe
but i can't believe
in a static web of angels, aliens, or anything
i watched you carry an alligator on your head through the library
and i thought everything was normal
how come i never suspect that i'm dreaming when i'm dreaming?
and yet i always suspect that i'm dreaming
and i might wake up at any minute when i'm not dreaming.
take off my meat suit
expose my brain for what it is
i want to believe
but life's so much stranger than that.
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