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Monterpider Forever
03:17
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Six eyes are lidless across the desk
He takes a deep breath, slides you a document
An invitation. One ticket out.
Signed "Monterpider, celestial mendicant."
The lens is lidless upon the wall
It snaps to focus. It scares the piss out of him.
"What's eucalyptus? Who's Robert Frost?
I don't wanna be here. I don't wanna be here," he says.
Best just to go out the same way he came:
Strapped to the seed ship
Armed with nothing.
I'm learning so much with my new friend.
Run, tell the children:
"Monterpider forever."
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Only You
03:10
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He comes down riding on the sun, pushing clouds off as he waves. Always him. Only him. One day I'm gonna run out of reasons to let the postman walk away. Who needs horror fiction? Put body cameras on civilians. Twelve year-old girl, zip-tied and tasered by cops, shot on an iPhone.
These animals are evolving.
So when the old gods come out of hiding
and immolate me where I lay,
who brings the paper?
Only you.
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Tunnels in/People in
04:19
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They sold his bed before it was dry.
They sold it all.
Your heart and your head, they are connected
by a tube in your neck.
Tunnels in people in tunnels in people in tunnels in people in.
I see them gathering on the lawn. Its all on file but not for long.
I see them gathering on the lawn. Its all on file.
Holding three effigies he made.
Disrupts the connection, drops down to the next one.
Your hand and your mouth, they are connected
by a hole in your life.
Tunnels in people in tunnels in people in tunnels in people in.
One time, choked out in a hallway, Donny just smiled laying there
because he wasn't even present.
Often the sole survivor of a car wreck is the one passenger
who was sleeping.
That rattle in the engine has finally come to rest.
No fucking family, no fucking friends.
Drank himself to death in self-defense.
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This Could be Forever
04:51
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It isn't enough.
Smashing their puzzles together,
waiting for them to go soft.
He falls asleep on a thought half formed
Incubating it she struggles and turns
She likes him. They share one wish.
But she knows what she's seen cause she saw.
And she knows that he's gone when he is.
What is he, after all?
When the meat-men crab crawl away?
Bones rolling on the ocean floor, drifting and narrowing.
Spinning in the water, the wind in the water turns him around.
Living forever, in between deaths like a mouse in a wall
Timid, eternal, and dreaming, and lost.
Like a feather.
Finally blindsided by the notion that this could be forever
She counted down to one.
Counted down to one and stood up.
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Down in the Brain
05:01
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Is that what you'd think?
That people were occupied thinking the things you'd predict them to?
Oh, how long does this take?
Skip the process.
Just the outcome, please.
Prancing Pony, don't you know that you're
dancing in somebody's dream?
Prancing Pony, don't you know we all came
in the middle of your parade?
Oh, how long does this take?
Prancing Pony, don't you know that you're
drowning in everyone's collective hallucination?
Down in the brain.
It's the prancing, it's a tell
You're gonna touch the bottom
Waiting outside far too long now
So what if he does?
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The Belt
03:18
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I don't need to drink to feel like shit
I don't need to think to be confused
I don't need some flaccid cock to feel put-down
and out of use and know that I deserve to be abused.
Watching folks get run over by trains
Two thumbs sticking straight up in my heart
I don't need to buy new shoes in some suburban shopping mall
To know that I don't know myself at all.
We watch and learn and pray that we are wrong
Dressed in leather ladies' shoes who's straps collapse to spill our booze
My will to choose is laid out on the lawn.
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Borehole Shafts
02:28
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They spilled out of the sunrise, disappointed but not surprised
That little piece of land I came into, it turned out alright after all
These things just line up, stare into emptiness
Two by two into the hull of the arc, futureless.
They spilled out of the sunrise, disappointed but not surprised
The men with the money, the VR mimes
Remortgaged ashrams banging rails off of the sunrise, singing,
"You can do it any way you like, and you can do it all the time."
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Symbolic Gates
03:08
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Run for the border, pull yourself under, wash it all underneath. Loiter on toilets getting your bearings, praying you'll please the empty seat.
I'd like to see it when you're done.
All over the lawn, plastic bone-men thrown over symbolic gates.
Round 'em up, let 'em starve
Fly a flag in your garage.
Run it up your own short pole and smile, you goddamn pervert.
Diarrhetic, feeling weak. Obviously bent beneath.
People like you belong above us, just enough to be in box trucks.
How much? Too much.
Please don't help us.
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