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Murderous Intent!
05:28
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standing there indignant
a mountain inverted into the crust
unceasingly unsaying everything
i live here
irregular
and with urgency
all memory bends
to oblivion
a succession of gates, all open
a river of ice mirrored onto the sky
you receive it, it passes on through
irregular and with urgency
all memory bends toward oblivion
marks erase, but heat remains
i still live here
a succession of gates, all open
a river of ice heaving out of sight
the horizon fades, unneeded
all despite your cage-rattling heartbeats
the nagging of blood through numb-worn fingers
threading to completely stop you
with murderous intent
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Nonzero
03:55
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i waited for the big crunch
the universe’s love felt all at once
collected all my belongings
and mourned when their gravity wasn’t enough
right now it’s a notion, it’s ambiguous
will i find out now, what i’m circling
isn’t anything
i met you in the heat death
i couldn’t tell a minute from the next
you made it seem so effortless
just tell me it’s not over yet
right now it’s a notion, it’s ambiguous
will i find out now, what i’m circling
isn’t anything unique
what we put on a wall, it’s irrational
will i find out now, what i’m circling
what i really mean is anything
i heard it said
we spiral forth, forever
not really forward, simply out
along the way, they found it
it’s no circle, it’s nonzero,
it’s all relative, i think i heard that once
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Buckle / Study Of
06:48
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i want sleep and i want to earn it
i want to rest and i’d like to deserve it
i only hang onto boxes that can’t be opened
you make the paintings that you want to see
my tinfoil hat has a buckle and a strap
and i don’t think it meant what you think
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reverse reverse reverse psychology
even if i feel seen, it doesn’t mean they’re looking at me
observe the failure of astronomy
we know where all this leads, the brutal gap above me
it hurts to claim your agency
the shelves are full, there’s nothing to eat
we press against the ceiling of taxonomy
and I don’t believe it meant what you think
i don’t believe that it meant what you think
it tears away so easily
oh where to find you
melancholy sculptor,
heartbroken scholar,
golden-hearted mortar
off in some new sphere, above construct
above potential’s demand, the end of missing out
and no longer holding onto boxes i could not open
i’m more alive for the distance
the living unintelligible dream
my tinfoil hat has a buckle and a strap
and i don’t believe it meant what you think
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Genuine Interest
05:40
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he says he writes fiction on the weekends
but we all know that what he really means is
“i’m obsessed with strangers”
now you’re walking away, you’re walking away
you’re walking away from the north star
she told me how to make a proper fist
i wanted a piece of that catharsis,
i was given the face of a renaissance baby
now you’re walking away, you’re walking away
borealis in the mid-day
you own a cover for your cover for your cover
you understand the distance
and you understand the sharp edges of the present tense
and any drop of genuine interest is deliverance
you carry yourself on, without disclaimer, without disclosure
out of the frying pan and into the ether, am i right?
i saw you ripping up the ground like a toddler with a birthday cake
i saw you dive through the primordial foam underneath, you didn’t need release
and you understand the necessity of recurring themes
but i don’t, i’m honestly all over the place, i don’t really go to these events
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Steady and unsteady hand, the living unintelligible dream. Music by Rob and Nick.
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