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32nd and 5thin-call only, 32nd and 5th / that's a brothel / NEW
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Dec 8, 2014
aint she sweet?how’s your day going? / oh, alright ya know / same **** different day
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Nov 23, 2014
all your thoughtsaspired to build a bridge and tear it down / but you watch every bolt go in / every peice of steel lay down
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Jul 12, 2010
And Moth, And GoldThe moth is drawn to gold, / And in it, seizes terror / Sees heaven,
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May 16, 2010
any dayany day now the old man will wake from his sleep and tell us all to "get the **** out!" / every hour there is atleast one second of every minute devoted entirely to hatred / no matter who you are or what you say
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Jan 28, 2014
as if it countsThis one ripped a hole in space-time, and she took everyone she knew with her. they could watch her roll down a hill like a seven year old, and laugh. as if to say cognitive dissonance is natural. after a certain age, who can tell where hypnosis and knowing are different? the border wall between pain and joy is obliterated by the act of experience. this realization enacts itself as an addition to a conscious bias, in which we all take pride. / To say that you know beauty, is to say that you know the feelings of a brick wall. that is where the claws come in. they are ripping away at your loose lipped torso, and lusting over every solitary millisecond. like any good christian, muslim, jew, buddhist, agnostic, we wonder what these little fragments are. / Will this make me feel any better, any worse? if pouring your heart out was the name of the game, the suicides would be pope. so we must sit around. harness anger and use it to observe the things that oppose it. such as instant love, or hate. such as silhouetted and budding trees against a dark blue sky. such as died hair in the bright winter sun, the color of wine and crushed pills.
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Mar 20, 2012
beauty productsgod **** the machines that press / the makeup cakes / we should take the machines
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Oct 12, 2015
benefits ( mostly just fits)swarms of little biting creatures at my ankles / smokey eye talent for your cover up / camoflauging your heart
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Oct 19, 2015
blinkingshe looked at me blankly / i only saw the floor / she said something softly
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Dec 16, 2015
Blue HourYou can feel a sight / at eight thirty on a summer night / air turns a deep blue
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Jul 12, 2010
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