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struck five

i caught your eye

on the underside

a skeptical smile

to stop for a while

.

you caught my eye

right before i died

as you fell missing

clocks went ringing…

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Woozy

Crazy

I’m fucking

Crazy

And nothing

Else

Really matters

I just

Want to sleep

For a

Million years

Without

Thinking about

All of the

Consequences

Awaiting me

In sunrise gloom

I just want

To lay in my bed

And think

About nothing else

But nothing

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ungrateful

there are so many

pretty things in

front of me

why do i still view

the ugly truth?

.

is it because

i know there will be

nothing more

or what i’ll have is

more than used?

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distemper

heatstroke

urges resisting

chewed-up mind

simple cavity

extraction

.

ink blots

surface haze

tension; still

hold, hold, hold

eruption

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hinged

unskilled hands

work brush

work strings

work pen

to bad results

.

uncreative mind

plain person

simply no good

art plus work but

it never works

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mad now, like i was before

it’s in my head

cracking like gold

beaten-down

submissive lie

increase tenfold

not mine, not mine

self-respect the

problem i lack

the saccharine

you quietly have but

please not pleased

did you find out

can i get a place?

probably not

it’s too good for me

truth spelling out

a kind of agony that

i don’t enjoy but

i guess we can see

the things that i said

it will never be me

i’d rather be you

you’d rather be dead

so fucked-up and sold

you’re in my head

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vertigine

i feel feverish

disoriented

like the world’s

about to give way

underneath me

and there’s nothing

else i could do

but lie on my bed

and just wait for it to

finally happen.

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Edvard

hold me

like your

instability

cigarette

smoke

.

transparent

secrecy and

arrogance

all exhaled

in one choke

.

hold me

like your

humanity

pinstripes

and gold

.

contemporary

insanity, perhaps

another one of

society’s terrible

collective jokes.

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The Gods Must Be Crazy

quite the deceiver,

quite the believer

stacked to their knees

in soulless caprice

an empire of forgiveness

dying out in churchyard halls

.

quite the receiver,

quite the achiever

mouths of golden fleece

to hide the eternal abyss

holding hostage all the fearless

smiting saints in altar pitfalls.

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it’s on you, now

you’re in

the backseat

of my thoughts

as i grip the

steering wheel

with steady hands

.

but you’re still

in full control

of everything in me

and baby, i think

we’re about to

c̴̱̀ ̷̩̎r̴̮͈̭̈́͆ ̷̺̎̐̈-a̸͍̠͂̈ ̶͎̞̣̈́̔͝–s̶̛̩͊̇— ̴̱͙͍͘ẖ̷̣̱͋̏̍ ̴̯͇̐

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