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Idiocy
02:26
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No mind's an island but the world can make it so - electric isolation with a static filled glow - lack of exposure to the gray that matters - fills my head with useless clatter - phobia - caught up in their trite thin delight - refract expectations / exploitations, permanent lacerations - words jumble letters mesh 8-way ambiguity - individual dialect, no language, solidarity - communication's dead can't feed without ingredients - anxiety chokes the meaning from my symbol mastery - paranoia - memories thoughts and dreams buoyant in solution - search the murky deep stirring up confusion - frustration and headache cause bubble and spill - when time is empty my mind will fill
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Silence crawls in every night, irks the children gives them fright - was I such a forlorn child? - spurned the city loved the wild - and muses that each parent wants - to visit children's dreamily haunts - never crept into my brain - but left instead a lustful stain - Idealized - sculptured eyes
(Interlude)
Woman I cannot be such - with growing womb and bleeding crotch - man cannot be full of might - with growing cock semen white - planets may all still revolve - while women fight and men will sob - in crucifixion will you see - or will you have forsaken me
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First Born
01:53
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Why don't you bother why don't you care about the rape and destruction of the land - look at it now it's holding by threads and greed greed greed will cut them off. Dead. We need to save the Earth if we're to survive - we all make excuses we all want it alive - holding the earth with clenched fist - land ripped away blood down wrist - with tears in my eyes I say goodbye to the animals insects birds in the sky - to everything that once was alive - look at this wasteland I sadly turn - walking through the forest you see what shouldn't be - cold plastic shards colored red #3 - grids of lanes laid down gated cubicles of grass - turning green to brown then turning to ash - don't have children no more life to breathe - the exhaustion of the earth runs out before your playthings leave - are dust and fumes the final goal? - this sphere will be here the ecosphere won't - - land first born
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Cold Bodies
02:49
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On the inside live mind - looking out from a cold body - how far are we going up? - perhaps we're already falling down - the dense arrangement of a populous - prepared for such a worthwhile life - they choke on the inconsolable fear of being beaten - the fear of knowing imperfection - cold bodies - the now is sinking into a despondent Earth - thrown aside in the wake of the fools at the head - they vacate their minds to further cold bodies to keep them attached - a thought could never set free such a manufactured mass
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Fluoride
03:35
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If you feed a child nails the drool begins to thicken - influence is here - fuck that shit about maturity - people don't decide to use recreation as a weapon - violent hybrids suck families - drying up the reason - commercial concepts become accepted reality - TV matrimony - handheld ceremony - awkward plan - in Mr. Right land - milk from a breast - malice from a screen - victims lie in graves - safe from the unseen - Freud was perverse - these aren't necessity - someone's distinction is someone else's fallacy
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Of nil significance
00:41
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To be remembered might be fairly flattering - we never get credit not until we are gone - any sense of accomplishment is a complete enigma - esoteric then decompose
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Lifelock (Doom)
01:18
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(Doom) No one can see into my mind - I can't express my true thoughts to anyone - Life is like a lock on my mind is death the only key?
(Improv) Life Life Life Life, Love Love Love Love. Hate. Death.
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Dosh Kühnau New Haven, Connecticut
Obscure Anarcho-crust outfit of five from 1997-98.
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