1. |
green castles
04:00
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2. |
honey mud
00:33
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3. |
easyfix chrysalis
03:44
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If I get alone today
I should wonder why
You should keep the easy fix
Letters from my sight
Easy fix the chrysalis
Climbing up my spine
Threatening to transfigure me
By its own design
I can feel it wearing in
Callouses to my
Limber muscle, child's skin
Never known no strife
Never seen a real mess
Easeness all my life
Now my muscles stiffening
Skin begins to dry
Easness watchu say bout this?
“It's fine….
Easeness satisfied”
If I get alone today I could well decide, to reach out and easily
Gently pick your mind
Gently touch on every truth
I'd myself denied
Submit to belief in you
And let projections die
I have got some work to do
To tear this pupa through
I have for some work to do so to tear this pupa through
I'll admit it's warm in here and I'll admit I've lied
and I'll admit I am not the thing your words describe
Easeness whatchu say bout this,
Having had some time
I would have you fully lift
Lightness from my sight
I'll relinquish childishness
Long as I can find other types of innocents
Somewhere in the slime.
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5. |
loverlessness
03:33
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When a real adult becomes a cornered cat
Whiskers flex and rise
Make an awkward bee-line
Right between the legs
Of those that tempt your fate
With the promise of a scratch
And never morphing back
An assholes will
Is not only to possess it’s to
block you off from your breath
The asshole’s best
Left to find loving way to be
In loverlessness
And when a real adult
Spot a pending trap
Is when they cease to talk
A couple pragmatists
They lead a fearless life
And sport a scratchless hide
And make good use of their time
No visions of the small bells or squeaky mice
An assholes trap
Rests on everything he hides
So to leech a comfortable life
Foresee the threat
Let’s be level headed – lets steep
In loverlessness
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6. |
self before slime
00:49
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7. |
collapse space/time
02:05
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Like it were old scripture
I stare at your picture
And then feel like a child
And then act like a child
When I make
A kissy face, as if your nose were the secret to collapsing space
Like i were dry wicker
I begin to fissure and then pine
Like a little girl
At "Part Of Your World",
Recovering self-before-slime
Takes some knowledge of collapsing time
Ladadada
Ladadada the
The secret to collapsing space
Is probably your face
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8. |
crouched on beaches
07:32
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I am nothing like a scorpion
I am not inclined to be one
I am ill equipped for venom
It spills through my inner lining
It melts out into my organs
Bubbles up and quickly melts them
Out my mouth and many eyelids
Leaves me hollow - blood and brainless
Mistrust the stars for pointing fingers
Misprescribing me a stinger
Saying “toughen up and use it
You are a stark and brooding human
You are an overbearing lover
Passions fading when you've finished
Passions redirect your motives
Passions kill whoever is closest”
Uhh I trust
Trust in Trust
Trust that dumb luck finds me everything I've wanted
Trust, need by need,
Trust that I'll be babied up until I I lose my
Caregiver's care, then I'll trust, dear god, that someone else will find my
Dumb, love-hungry self, find me crouched
On beaches, king of all the creatures,
King of all the helpless me's
I am one to hide a thought from you
I am one to hide a thought from you,
In a jar, I’ll let it rot
No, I am one to hide a thought
Until I can learn to bring sex into my heart
Then I’ll let it go
Or so I’ve been taught
By a man that believes in stars
Uhh but I do not trust,
Trust his word,
Trust that my body's worthy of a pagan healing
Need, my needs,
Trust that my needs are any more than childish excess
Excess hope, excess dreams, dear god, that someone else will find my
Dumb, love-hungry self
Find me crouched
On beaches king of all the creatures
King of all the helpless me's
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Parlyz Heal Montreal, Québec
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