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- the street's wet, you can tell by the sound of the cars
- drown all the clocks 'til there's none, little ambient in the sun
- pretty little femur sitting in my cherry dream boat
- hack out my heart and use it to make the sun rise
- why are you staring into outer space crying?
- always check the mirror to make sure you exist
- it's a sticky case the more i move the less i'm free
- ten decisions shape your life/ you'll be aware of five about
- and i will put my face over the ground / and love you
- feed me twice a day i want to fade away
- oh sister sweet brown and beulahery and milk from your blisters on your grandmother's jewelry... there in the parlor all naked in front of me watching the lights from the cracks, making archery animal designs
- and here beneath the water i can see how the lights distort so strange and i think this is how i would like to leave my body, and start again
- you are a china shop and i am a bull; you are good food and i am full
- my friend you are unique but not always; some stranger you know has surely felt your pain, some stranger up there met might even own your name and say all things that you said, your thoughts existing in someone else's head; i used to think i was the only one, but i've learned quite a few things since then; I learned that no one ever really is the only one
- see through the wind to awakened stream, adjust your eyes to the state of things, focus on depths that was never there, nothing's easy nothing's fair
- with internal parts like a lemon sunray it's so easy to get lost in the mixture
- swollen orange and light let through, your one piece swimmer stuck to you
- i somehow see what's beautiful in things that are ephemeral (i'm my only friend of mine and love is just a piece of time in the world)
- i can float above the ceiling i like drifting through the air i tend to lose my concentration but right now the clouds don't appeal to me i feel like going home
- there's something wrong with our hearts when they beat pure they stand apart in the black room the light watch the seabird fall real love it finds you somewhere with your back to it
- i don't wanna vote for your president i just wanna be your tugboat captain
- my body's slowly figuring out how it fits in the moments of missing
- and i open my eyes and everything's blue from the top of the sky to underneath you ain't trying to more than just look at you /// and we'll take a swig and we'll lie right down we'll become all the colors of each other's sounds
- when i was young i used to sing i didn't care for anything
- to be lonely is a habit, like smoking or taking drugs, and i've quit them both but man was it rough and now i am tired
- love is a political beast with jaws for a mouth i don't care
- i find myself searching for old selves while speeding forward through the plate glass of maturing cells
- only love is all maroon / lapping lakes like leery loons / leaving rope burns, reddish ruse
- does it strike you / as an odd thing? / how a man keeps remembering where the past / meets the future / and then slowly / fades / away
- and i will swallow all my guilt with little pills and forge my chin up, and i will only think about it in the morning, in the bathtub
- something sad keeps moving, so i wandered around / i fell in love with the burden holding me down / bless my mind, i miss / being told how to live / what i learned without knowing: how much more i owe than i can give / this is how i tell it / oh, but it's long / one sunday morning / one son is gone
- i couldn't find quiet i went out in the rain i was just soakin' my head to unrattle my brain
- the truth is not that comfortable
- and in my best behavior, i am really just like him / look beneath the floor boards for the secrets i have hid
- will i be invited to the sound? will i be a part of what you've made? i am throwing all my thoughts away and i am destroying every bet i've made and i am joining all my thoughts to you and i'm preparing every part for you
- a mind that knows itself is a mind that knows much more
- still i go to the deepest grave / where i go to sleep alone
- in strange ideas / we live apart
- built of the veins / and the flesh, and the bones / we are all so / painfully alone
- how much longer do i get to be/ this version of me?
aug 1 2011 ∞
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