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rushing toward a place
you don’t want to be
oppressed through life by your fear
jump over yourself
toward the amputation tent
obsessed to caress the object that you loathe
real life can’t be seen
each journey is personal
owners of the things you crave will fall, too
look at this floor plan
this is the perfect home
wait, who put this fucked up bathroom here?
two bathrooms side by side
just how can this be?
a blemish on an otherwise grand space
focused on nothing
compelled toward faster moves
without examination of the “why?”
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Monsieur Jesardive
01:10
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I read an article today, not sure what it said
I couldn’t grasp the concepts
I heard some men talking
I’ll have to take it for truth
words can be so daunting
I don’t know what was said
they used a lot of words
that I didn’t know
they said they researched a bit
they said they read some books
how do you even begin
to do that math?
numbers can be daunting
I heard some people cackle about what I don't know
arrogance can be such an ugly thing
people can be daunting
they cited references
they proved that I was wrong
knowledge can be so flawed
well, Nicodemus came with plenty of questions
Jesus cut him off - he foresaw foolishness
Jesus didn’t do shit for seventeen years
he learned through early life
diminished ignorance
then finally spit some wisdom just before he died
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Poor Ashley
01:23
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hey, Poor Ashley, what did you get?
is your bad attitude a defense
against a world that's offended you?
a strength and a weakness don't need a judge
nothing is solved, only traded off
a beautiful model with action and dough
she might still have a brain
a bug builds a warm cocoon
a bug-man's head whistles when he runs around
a butterfly might emerge
to be eaten by a monitor
hey, Poor Ashley, what did you get?
don't you know you have to mitigate your shit?
this world is organized
a man with a hole invented a shovel
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Useless Memories
02:17
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taking up space
bus driver made a strange face
here’s how to push fast on a skateboard
the abundance of things
I did not understand
when I was fourteen years old
the world wanted me
but I was so petrified
it grew into a complex
obliviously, my perfect eyesight was blind
it made the world look
smeary and dark
they’re pictures inside
maybe a laugh or two
“don’t do this,” “what is Truth?”
they waste precious space
they hold us in place
by thickening the mucus
balanced on railroad spike
clouds overhead crossed the Sun
a ghost floated by at night
the station haunted
and disembodied head
carried a Halloween candy tote
threw a rock at teacher
and then she threw a damn fit
ratted out by upperclassman
then Grandma cock-blocked
“hey, you sexy young boy”
misguided path now set in
I missed my calling
learned self-awareness too late
a speck blown through a torrent
introspection now done
but useless memories crud up
an otherwise well-oiled machine
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all the nights you couldn’t sleep
might pop up now in your dreams
look at how your neighbor nods
and smiles while her spouse rants
folks who tell you what to think
don’t seem charismatic now
their authority is gone
their shit just plops to the ground
all the folks who don’t smile when
you pass by them with a wave and
all the rules you’ve been adhering to
run like houses down a muddy slope
gloom is not so catchy now
disaffected just seems weak
look at how they frown alone
do they ever feel a thing?
is conformance warm and safe?
does cortisol ever drain?
live and die by your own rules
subjugated or stalked and slain
nothing in the world is unnatural
termites must destroy a home
all the debts that you’ve been burdened by
dissolved in air now you can stand up straight
snuck out away from the nest
we flock to the woods with guns
soon to be gobbled alive
slaves freed from crushing safety
freedom can only be short-lived
all the structures you lived in fear under
topple down now you bake in the sun
listen to caught deer
bleat out through torn guts
sociopathic stare
proteins flood the mouth
free to be and do
Essence gained at a high cost
win, then fix with loss
Man thrives in the loop
see the predator smelling the warm soft places
"let them drink to their fill, we'll pounce when they're fat, bloated, and weak"
freedom does not mesh well with comfort
what suffering can you stand?
what pain do you volunteer for?
do you choose to snooze in warm blankets?
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