slow
creases weaving in
a slithering parallel
ashtray smoke
the two lie oblivious as together
the touch of hairs cross-fiber
each others thighs
hands speak in large breaths
shadows of their representatives
'this is real' says 'everything is perfect'
extremely vague yet so very present
everything seems to make sense
even though it always has
distant chimes
a soundtrack for your collarbone
the small of...
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creases weaving in
a slithering parallel
ashtray smoke
the two lie oblivious as together
the touch of hairs cross-fiber
each others thighs
hands speak in large breaths
shadows of their representatives
'this is real' says 'everything is perfect'
extremely vague yet so very present
everything seems to make sense
even though it always has
distant chimes
a soundtrack for your collarbone
the small of...
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solace:
Oh baby.
Ladies and gentleman
Put your hands together for the black dog
cracks run through this air-tight seal
I watch, clearly, everything tumble down as a house of cards
These holes no longer do, to drain this waste
Watch the most beautiful train wreck ever possible
Set fire to each factory along this district
Pour gasoline down the sidewalk and watch it run towards the city...
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Put your hands together for the black dog
cracks run through this air-tight seal
I watch, clearly, everything tumble down as a house of cards
These holes no longer do, to drain this waste
Watch the most beautiful train wreck ever possible
Set fire to each factory along this district
Pour gasoline down the sidewalk and watch it run towards the city...
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He talks
This is tragedy at its best
Performance art
The tie becomes a noose
Psychosis of power, steel weapons
Listen to the leader speak
His fire licks through robotic marrow
Veins of fortitude, loveless, aimless, bursting with pride
Listen to him sing his sweet song to the lemmings
Let this social regicide become our test
Let social genocide become sane, and blood will spill...
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This is tragedy at its best
Performance art
The tie becomes a noose
Psychosis of power, steel weapons
Listen to the leader speak
His fire licks through robotic marrow
Veins of fortitude, loveless, aimless, bursting with pride
Listen to him sing his sweet song to the lemmings
Let this social regicide become our test
Let social genocide become sane, and blood will spill...
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Mrs. Churchill
How many times can I wonder what she's thinking?
How hard can I try to remember her face?
Retention loss leaves the mind, but the senses flare up
Smells; movements, sounds of whispers
Hiding beneath bedsheets as the world rages outside
Trap me inside this boxed galaxy
Leave me here with her
And the black dog will never return
How many times can I wonder what she's thinking?
How hard can I try to remember her face?
Retention loss leaves the mind, but the senses flare up
Smells; movements, sounds of whispers
Hiding beneath bedsheets as the world rages outside
Trap me inside this boxed galaxy
Leave me here with her
And the black dog will never return
Drowning in the mezzanine, flagrant and vicious, this time I'll light the fuckin' flames myself
A storm inside a bottle, oil and water forced to mix, we watch the sunset burn
The fields are a fire, yet no smoke licks from the flames
Everything becomes mundane, powerful, and peacefully alone
For once, life is simply existing, treating its wounds no more
The air moves with...
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A storm inside a bottle, oil and water forced to mix, we watch the sunset burn
The fields are a fire, yet no smoke licks from the flames
Everything becomes mundane, powerful, and peacefully alone
For once, life is simply existing, treating its wounds no more
The air moves with...
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A Testament to Jesus grows a reason to hate
At a time so fragile footsteps are placed in the sands
Inside silver death and euphoric powder
There comes a gasp of life
For unto death brings life; and out of hate will crawl love
Where the sciences preserve
And grow a alongside our imperfections- the steel, the cuts, deadly craftsmanship
The makers of terror become...
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At a time so fragile footsteps are placed in the sands
Inside silver death and euphoric powder
There comes a gasp of life
For unto death brings life; and out of hate will crawl love
Where the sciences preserve
And grow a alongside our imperfections- the steel, the cuts, deadly craftsmanship
The makers of terror become...
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The Grey Areas
A murder of crows scatter high above an open field
Cold air, quaint, not brisk
Warm enough to keep the jacket zipped up
There's solace inside temporary insanity
For once you're not in control
For once you're completely uninhibited
Washing my face in the river
I haven't showered in three days
Clarity seeks those who seek it
Yet it comes to those...
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A murder of crows scatter high above an open field
Cold air, quaint, not brisk
Warm enough to keep the jacket zipped up
There's solace inside temporary insanity
For once you're not in control
For once you're completely uninhibited
Washing my face in the river
I haven't showered in three days
Clarity seeks those who seek it
Yet it comes to those...
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Sometimes we're picked up merely to be knocked down again...
Sometimes we're knocked down merely to be picked up again...
Sometimes we're simply knocked down
And we don't know how we ever got up again
Sometimes we get up, thinking we'll never get knocked down again
And then sometimes you lock your keys inside the motherfuckin' car
And end up kicking the door with your...
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Sometimes we're knocked down merely to be picked up again...
Sometimes we're simply knocked down
And we don't know how we ever got up again
Sometimes we get up, thinking we'll never get knocked down again
And then sometimes you lock your keys inside the motherfuckin' car
And end up kicking the door with your...
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Friedrich W. Nietzsche believes each individual is living the same life over and over. Nick Bostrom of Oxford University thinks we may be living in a computer simulation. My dad wants me to be happy at whatever I to do. Christians and Muslims think God created the universe. Buddhists believe in reincarnation of each soul. Nihilists don't believe in anything. Matt Freeman of Vancouver doesn't...
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I don't think I've ever identified more with a character than I did with Gosling in Half Nelson. It's weeks after and I still see the mirror, and the music in the background.