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NIR
03:50
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i’m trapped inside, the plaster’s cracked and crying
it’s these walls that shift and ache, right?
severe the eph-emerol and omit the epitaph
these flows are a constant splitting in half
i couldn’t speak, air just leaked out from
a long awaited fall, thought i was in the wrong
god i'm so damn tired of rearing this divide
there’s nothing worse than finding out
nothing is real, nothing is real anymore
i’m lost ; can’t think ; i don’t know where to begin
effect a violent trash on that rhizomatic gnarl
fuck i've ossified, another novel guise
is it hubris to imagine the end?
i'll graft a witness to be an absolute being
i've been wrong before but then again I know
nothing is real, nothing is real anymore
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2. |
Faces
03:56
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save for a reason, what reason? no reason
jack gawks out his window at the deluge of bodies
there are sun spots in his eyes, he’s nod but a carrion
who’s carrying a sock and buskin
face after face after face
jack wades through his forlorn streets
he’s a function of his feed, of all the screens
ed mordake’s got more ways to scream
seems that every doc donning insolvent
promenades with cacophonous ire
that will atrophy within desire
soon as its transience reveals the mire
now the pyre dies into ashes
but there’ s no one to witness the passage
or abandon larkspurs at headstone
and grieve the death of our hopes
he’s a breathing gland; his hands fidget
over obscure happenings in some quaint cafe
exudes an overwhelming solipsism
but he’s a xeroxed distortion of the ones he feigns to be
jack sees his cells dividuated then reconstructed and tainted
“now we all feel the same now we all feel the same
except we don’t feel a thing it’s all just things things things”
bootless signs worn out and passed on
maybe there was once some substance
“a wave of joy to feed the machine
just to have it feed it back to me
impress desire upon slates unseen
inexorable refits for a face now"
he sees he sees everything at least what it is he can perceive
media moguls relinquish autonomy to automated desiring
and he cries out every channel is the same
every channel becomes a grave
interred into ones and zeros
our elected mayor now a jackleg hack in silicon-valley schemes
depleted and disquiet he contends with what,
what gurgles beneath him; it’s better to leave it
but jack falls to knees and digs
his hands sphacelate and his will reneged
his sallow face unearthed from relief
ululating in the wave of grief
“a wave of joy to feed the machine
just to have it feed it back to me
impress desire upon slates unseen
refits for a face befitting the machine”
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I'm So Tired
01:28
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Out here I can barely see my breath
Surrounded by jealousy and death
I can't be reached, only had one call
Dragged underneath, separate from you all
this time I've lost my own return
In spite of everything I've learned
I hid my tracks, spit out all my air
Slipped into cracks, stripped of all my cares
I'm so tired sheep are counting me
No more struggle, no more energy
No more patient and you can write that down
It's all too crazy and I'm not sticking round
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