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Didn’t forget about yall, duh

Dreaming is senseless now,
my thoughts are too short for them.
My instruments are barely attuned for the work they’ve themselves designated,
they rush to the stump before winning anything at all…
then I’m left with the work of 100 men.
My past lovers are leaving…and you know the rest,
attention to the details that the choir has overstressed.
The overstepping of boundaries is fair game before you have something to die for,
my death played by dyslexic rules,
so what a fool am I for?

What is the Earth made of?
And how can I feel alone about it?
In time drowns precious memories and many a distressed damsel;
I care not much for either, fuck it let em drown.
Let em drown, let em drown,
until the great debaters speak of towns I know and care for
the way I care for you.

The dreams will keep on dreaming or whatever the fuck they do,
and we’ll eat, sleep, fuck, and fight until neutrality comes for you (us).

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Chew on it for a minute

Dreaming is senseless now,
my thoughts are too short for them.
My instruments are barely attuned for the work they’ve themselves designated,
they rush to the stump before winning anything at all…
then I’m left with the work of 100 men.
My past lovers are leaving…and you know the rest,
attention to the details that the choir has overstressed.
The overstepping of boundaries is fair game before you have something to die for,
my death played by dyslexic rules,
so what a fool am I for?

What is the Earth made of?
And how can I feel alone about it?
In time drowns precious memories and many a distressed damsel;
I care not much for either, fuck it let em drown.
Let em drown, let em drown,
until the great debaters speak of towns I know and care for
the way I care for you.

The dreams will keep on dreaming or whatever the fuck they do,
and we’ll eat, sleep, fuck, and fight until neutrality comes for you (us).

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The Cow Jumped Under the Moon

Factories stood on foothills long ago, 
we’re still dying.
Stories hide their own intentions,
smiling all the while…
and the cow jumped under the moon.

Saturated agitation with no breaking point,
half capacity and still nothing nothing nothing.
I’ve been waiting on Heaven to pow wow,
seven year old confetti to fall from the rafters…
instead cows jumping under the moon.

Pleasure, the smell of rotting relevance,
visceral and elegant is myself trapped in a cage.
Not sure if there’s any escape (dont wanna take it)
falling on heavy days with heavy hearts…
and cows jumping under the moon. 

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Last Thing from Yesterday

You waited too long to try, 
I waited longer to care.
There is mist in your politics
and a sharp misunderstanding of life.
Keep building your Lego cities from pictures,
I’m an architecture student!

Where does it all come from?
Why does it all go?
We’re racking our brains,
dipping our heads in the 21st century.
We’re getting cozy, 
dipping our toes in the 21st century.

I’m not sure what it means when genius’ pose questions, 
I’m posing nude for ‘artists’ and jury selection.
Hear the pounding of feet coming up the stairs,
my ignorance hasn’t made anyone poof and disappear yet…
but I obviously haven’t really tried yet.

Where is it all going?
What does it all mean?
You’re easy criticisms are cute to say the least.
Care about something deep, deep, deep, 
I motherfucking dare you in this 21st century.

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