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Morning
04:39
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saying a lot in the morning
by staying
bells will be playing - far away
lights uncurl without warning
pockets of night
consumed in bites
flee the museum of deforming
envy and envy
charging motionlessly
fur on your cheek warming
as it were
enter the sun's foyer
sleep between storming
the water is deep
keep what you can keep
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Uulka
02:07
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False Dream
07:06
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I remember being pushed in a lake
I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts
earlier having had been pushed too far
on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure
in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones
I was alone there was a traffic cone
from the right side of it came a bear
wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap.
I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones
Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five.
I remember being alone on the lake
I was canoeing and very much discomposed
earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap
right where i fell alone into traffic.
Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe
The snake i bear on the right side
the actual snake chased the ink snake
to the brink of a lake
the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five
Here is what i remember, sure, one more push
Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe
I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink
of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side.
the speaker gave me a pile of ashes
and pushed me into traffic
and i was very much like a snake
earlier having had been actually chased
to a shrine by all of their members in robes
i was on a lake of embers and pus
a car fell into the canoe
no, a bear fell into the ice
and then i was one
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Here, Little Lyre-bird
03:52
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I remember being pushed in a lake
I was canoeing with Jake the Snake Roberts
earlier having had been pushed too far
on a treadmill to the brink of discomposure
in an actual cafe where i purchased all of their scones
I was alone there was a traffic cone
from the right side of it came a bear
wearing a police car flasher like a Shriner's cap.
I fell from the treadmill into a pile of scones
Jake the Snake Roberts gave the bear a high five.
I remember being alone on the lake
I was canoeing and very much discomposed
earlier having had flashed a police car wearing a Shriner's cap
right where i fell alone into traffic.
Disco pushed out of the speaker cones in the cafe
The snake i bear on the right side
the actual snake chased the ink snake
to the brink of a lake
the bear wearing ear rings gave me a high five
Here is what i remember, sure, one more push
Jake the police bear was alone in a cafe
I pushed a pile of canoes to the brink
of a shrine and disco was alone on the right side.
the speaker gave me a pile of ashes
and pushed me into traffic
and i was very much like a snake
earlier having had been actually chased
to a shrine by all of their members in robes
i was on a lake of embers and pus
a car fell into the canoe
no, a bear fell into the ice
and then i was one
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Clean
01:48
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we cant stand
next to you
you've got too many
things to do
clean up your mess
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Fate
01:16
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Who cares what the hand of fate is doing?
For while in it, the fingers are invisible but felt ghosts
Whispering and pinching on necks
Prodding the habitual clusters in the brains
Slamming doors in the night
The arm of fate lying heavy and dead
As a bag of sand
Across my calloused hymen
These are things I will never get to remember
Branches of my self pruned
So that I may grow strong in a line
With a twist or two of free will for aesthetic sensibility
Yes, the hand of fate is the extremity of a gardener
Perhaps the clippings of you constitute dreams and death?
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Strings to Now
02:33
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Moderate minister to get new colors courage
Accumulating a range of living actual laters
Strings to now vascular karmic hermitage
Open the broad side the edge the crack in the pillow
And wedge your hair in transmit via drainage
What time did in you
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road-Time
04:15
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this road goes under the ocean
between Oakland California and Aukland New Zeland
and all roads are one road-time
in a far field...
where your car can't go-
when your shoes fall apart
you are out of time
space is antagonistic to
industrialized rubber?
time is right here always
but we don't have to be
time is a fire and
intelligence is its fuel
keep time
keep time
keep it
keep it
keep
keep...
keep it where?
in a space?
out of time and into the space
where everyone keeps their time
shards of time
lodged in discarded hearts
evidence of new hearts
made of local mud and plastic
and call the geo-genesis "Roots"
progress
regress
egress
digress
dysgress
congress
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