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Yellow Rose-fire
01:49
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Window 2 Window
05:37
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A draft does sew oneself straight thru window to blade to passageway
Window to window
I want to find something good in the air
I place my hope in suburbia
Just once in the grass on my lunch break I materialized right in the center
I let myself hear the meathooks, the Macbooks, every street crossing, every sidewalk slash, even Jesus Christ on a podcast.
I place my hope in suburbia
I’ve always aimed to live in an air conditioned car in the cookie cutter district of a desolate utopia
It can be such warfare to unclench this ego and evaporate as keenly as I came
I’ve embraced my inner suburbia
A small seed’s needs are always met
Why do I ask questions before thinking?
I’m creating complications!
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Window 2 Window 2 Window
05:13
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I’m dressing my hungry brain in freshly cut lawn
I felt lightly touched tips of row houses on my toes
Tender in new cities without sleep
Wake up alone
Plant myself in the floor
The spout of golden light in my ear
I am empty
I am free
The z’s got caught in my split ends
The hook is through my lip
I crave so much a loft to live in
A cozy grave to call my Home™
I crave
Everywhere’s spacious in real life
The random access memories
A work path
These blending options
If you lived here, you’d be home right now
The future of the world will be a network
A pyramid turned upside-down
Solutions for a small planet
I crave
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[CODENAME_BONKERS]
04:01
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“When there is hatred against you, may you come back to your body…
May you come back to your breath…
When there is harm, may you remain visible on the path of spirit…
May awakening be known in your body at this time…
May rage be settled…
May the idea of enemy be banished…
May actions be filled with sincere purpose…
May wellness be illuminated…
May all beings be well in it’s broadest sense.
May rage be settled…”
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I’ll empty myself out so I can see.
Everything & everywhere is spacious.
Is there somewhere empty that we can meet?
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སྟོང་པོ་ཉིད་
01:39
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“I am demon, with horn. [sic]”
Why doesn’t anyone wanna pay for this copulation?
You see me through white dust
My hairline past my shadow
The web is just a web
Unclogging ports one afternoon at a time with weapons
I think I will undergo disambiguation from these orbs of folly
My roots can attest
I’ll smile the weapon
In a Fantasyland Place, I step in
I will undergo renewal, re-transformation
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Pouring water over my glass eyes
Such a tiny gap to find
Noise shaping, total pre-saturation, self-bias resistor
I’ve become alignment flexing with sheen, blossoming into me
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Where Are You Now
02:48
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Dreamt Hex Code
08:51
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So as it turns out I’m not quite prey
There’s hindsight for free in the entryway
But at the wheel, a bristle worm
Your HRQOL, my investment firm
I felt I had been screaming doubt
But someone else’s voice was crying out
I unhid your files and iced the Finder
Then took a nap in a canopy
Ultimately my red hot rise that went through walls and squeezed your eyes should’ve lost so much more
I should’ve really realized that at its core
So as it turns out I’m not quite done sucking up and fucking up my father’s son
I should really take the time to listen to what my enemies are saying
In the arms of a morbid angle, fly away from me
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11. |
The Path Straight Thru
04:18
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