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This rusted machinery
Outlived its use, consigned
Entrenched mediocrity
Spending oil on gears that grind
Forced labor indecency
Mechanized limbs implied
Cloned neo-humanity
Conscious thought denied
Clone exploitation by the elite
Neo-liberal decline
Creative sparks are lies
Hastening our decline
Chipped at birth, sedate minds
Sedated moral hive
A brave new world entwined
Transhumanist denial
Digital consciousness looters
Claim our ancestors each day
The atmosphere polluters
Ensure that we have no say
Immortal exploitation rites
Towering dystopia
Cut down from the vaguest slight
Imbibing Entropia
What is the cost of passion?
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Mindless Majesty
08:20
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When the mother tree
Breathes its last
When the warriors
Has been released
Across the multitude of coloured eyes
Who stare directly at the morning sunrise
To realize that this destiny
May never be achieved
The fragility of years past
Gone for good
The light fades as the wind scatters
The last remains of what they have done
What started as a rumour
Has now become
The unfortunate truth
Amongst a sea of intangible dreams
There is no leader for these people
Anymore
So what is the purpose of journeying further
The flag unravels
Immediately
Disintegrating
And by spring the roots are sapped of strength
Leaving nothing but a black mass
There has to be something new I can believe in
There has to be
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Chirality
03:24
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Chirality
Spins out from under you
Hands aren't matching up exactly
The coiling mass is the lowest form of surveillance
Reaction time of the missionary
Without a seat belt
He pulls over, cracks his helmet
On the airbag, no less
Now he doesn't know
Which way is UP DOWN TOP BOTTOM STRANGE
Charging!
Run across the stone and dip down
Timid!
Hold on until you dislocate and acquire the opposite
Reflection!
Chase the mobile air with fervent tongue
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Amber
04:47
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Oh Amber
I could never trust you more
Your presence swept my fears out the door
But I fear it won't be for long
Last night
I had a dream a car pulled over
Into our driveway, and the man inside
Shot me down while white came out
I think I hear them coming
Seven thousand little powdered pills can't be wrong
They won't be going to the grave
It's time that I moved on
Amber, get your needle, deep into my body you'll plunder
Excavate what's keeping my name from turning into a number
Amber!
Rip the bag out of my chest!
Dump the contents in the pool
Stir it good
I'll be nobody's fool
Sooner than you think
They won't bother to take a dip
In the solution of my own design
Drain the thing, and let this ivy climb!
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Cups & Balls
04:42
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As they lock up the infant formula again
With a sign that reads "final sale"
I watch the blister on my foot shift places
To the ball, poor prince of wails
Everybody needs a free sample someday
Put it in a cup, put it to your mouth and take it in
Watch yourself heal the sickness that is bodily sin
One herb won't be enough
But you don't see me coming with ambrosia up my sleeve
You don't hear her say it's no sham
And then you take back the money and leave
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An Open Forum
04:12
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The more I dig
The less I care
I could've dropped everything
Blown up the room
Thrown away the joke
That no longer exists
It's worthless cake
A slow acting poison
Reversed by negation
Capsizing the imbalance
Erase what's become of me and run
I won't turn around
Daruma sitting on the bed
Ready to be burned
Prematurely
This was not a test
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It’s another week in the Caribbean.
I’m sitting away from the noise pollution and blaring kazoos, browsing the deepest recesses of Google for scanlations of whatever manga is on my mind.. And my father still has no idea that I’ve got a plantar wart somewhere on my foot. I told you those sandals felt weird, but you never listened.
A typical day would be to relax at the beach, completing printouts of the cryptic crosswords as if I know every trick in the book.
He booked so many excursions and they were all cancelled due to rain.
When will he realize that I’ve gone six years in a row crossing the same chicane
And heard the same words, the same songs, the same taunts
In the same inflections that scared me the first time and beyond
What’s everyone on tonight? Marijuana and Shirley Temples.
Now dad and his new wife ask me to join WhatsApp for a game. Me and the boys reluctantly do the challenge. When we get to the hotel suite, I nonchalantly decline the prize money.
It’s not a fucking Millennium Problem, and I’m not Grigori Perelman.
If you want a true analysis of my thoughts about the week, answer this: why didn’t you buy that SPF 0 sunscreen in 2013?
And all the while an amateur theatre troupe has got all the impersonators you could imagine
I want to ride back home on a Segway or rented ATV
Because I’m tired and emotional
What this family needs is a break from tradition.
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Feels like things are heating up in the vestibule
Pass through two lines and step over civilians
Clear the alleyway, thumb on button, buzzer rings
A group of so called professionals get the memo
Outlined and placed in front of all the information
Too busy to convene so they say what they've been told
Hello, take your seat
Fill out the form and put it in the slot
Someone will be here soon
Oh my god there's too many to count
The system doesn't even track their heads
All the numbers have to be checked again
The processor keeps oscillating
These aren't weeds, they're climbers
Everyone's seen it before
Or at least those who saw it first
One keeps reciting the same words in the same demeanor
As a hundred people a second
Race down the staircase
And trip over the nail placed strategically
On the left side of the banister
Press your back against the wall and don't move an inch
At a certain point the horde cannot be stopped
Just scream and jump out of your box
Your place will have to be expanded if this keeps up, the landlord says
How much will it cost
The answer is inaudible
So he reaches in his pocket
And starts counting out bills
Alarm bells
They ran out of nametags
The dye the council used has been all used up
The eight can't hand out blank lanyards
And rumours of a shredder have risen
Amongst the commoners
Presumed to be a Taskmaster TM8500
In order to destroy those who never introduced themselves
And send them out of the building
The existence of a door containing such apparatus has not been confirmed
Escort everyone into the rooms they desire
As long as they're shown the ropes it'll all work out great
Some will be rendered obsolete
But all it takes is one scan
For new life to be breathed into them
So now we return to the top of the tower
Where the eight stand guard
Still not prepared for the next myriad of followers
Now with every new person that trickles in
Another bead of sweat runs down another brow
They all fear the next time they'll be divulged
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Tokyo Kanda Akihabara...
04:55
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Did you know what you were doing when you staged the demonstration at the dam just to impress everybody within a 10 kilometre radius?
Have you ever believed that you would find a remnant of the Gold Rush if you looked under the whitewater foam and dove straight down for that one nugget?
Were you trying to make a statement on some obscure political conspiracy theory that only your friend group was aware of, and immediately forgot about it six days later?
Why did you let the kitchen sink run so you could examine the circle of water? Scotland called.
You tumbled forever
Bludgeoned by dead trees
No one saw you running under the fence
Near the filthy green
I found a sogging shoe
Twenty feet from this trap
Now it'll rot within the dumpster
Or should I throw it to the rats
At what point did you ponder that this state of freefall was similar to sleep paralysis and that you had no control whatsoever?
Did you pray for a flutterboard to careen down the concrete and spin around with you just within arm's reach?
Has the turbulence robbed you of your strength and skin?
Are you trying to dismember yourself?
Is hell really underwater, or is a badly made perflubron compound that was never approved by anyone, yet snuck its way into the market through a mousehole in the laboratory wall?
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CATSUP
01:03
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ketchup
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