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F=qE+qVxB
01:21
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A clade of monotonous polyrhythmic logorrhea pours forth from your whinnying source.
Your orbs clustered deeply in fragments, seemingly limitless in tandem electric transcendence.
Woven nodules of soft judgement bunch behind your dull skull, quietly jellified and reluctantly retreating
ever deeper into reptilian obscurity.
Within avuncular meat traps Your dispossession seeks shelter, Betrayed however With every whimpering slither of your Carcass-casement.
Carbon risen, Wizened wizard of mineral particularities, The urine Christ of organic oblivion Prostrate before the sun.
Thick with invisible microfilaments and Dismal prince energies, otherwise canonized as puppetry sermons, Devious Single-celled pontifications Within and without your unwinding court, Gnashing and chafing Their minor symphonies.
Rambling blasphemosity you tough luggage, You thundered cosmic crust, Shaking prideful fistulas at Black decimals and square rooted cutlery.
Imploring generational rotations of Gaseous wagon train scythery across The balloon plains, across-the-room pastures And leaf and canopy chuckle fucks.
Dithering wilderness masters and Sucklers alike Strewn upon the carbon play, Doused in jealous oils and Passionate moonlight reveries.
Or strung hook by hook by stone by iron by wire Cavalry and cutlass matches Past the clay men and soggy fellows with Newsprint pipe cleaners adjusted for the weekend.
Digitizements Burning plastic goggles fogging - up Your downtime rotisserie You farting golden clogs.
Eschewing back and forth beacon behemoths Plotting and charting five course fealties Draped over half-masted Winnebago stutter junkies Coughing new pot and pan recipe reviews in silicon Quicksand.
In the end you find your end is another end.
A clade of monotonous polyrhythmic logorrhea pours forth from your whinnying source.
Your orbs clustered deeply in fragments, seemingly limitless in tandem electric transcendence.
Woven nodules of soft judgement bunch behind your dull skull, quietly jellified and reluctantly retreating
ever deeper into reptilian obscurity.
Within avuncular meat traps Your dispossession seeks shelter, Betrayed however With every whimpering slither of your Carcass-casement.
Carbon risen, Wizened wizard of mineral particularities, The urine Christ of organic oblivion Prostrate before the sun.
Thick with invisible microfilaments and Dismal prince energies, otherwise canonized as puppetry sermons, Devious Single-celled pontifications Within and without your unwinding court, Gnashing and chafing Their minor symphonies.
Rambling blasphemosity you tough luggage, You thundered cosmic crust, Shaking prideful fistulas at Black decimals and square rooted cutlery.
Imploring generational rotations of Gaseous wagon train scythery across The balloon plains, across-the-room pastures And leaf and canopy chuckle fucks.
Dithering wilderness masters and Sucklers alike Strewn upon the carbon play, Doused in jealous oils and Passionate moonlight reveries.
Or strung hook by hook by stone by iron by wire Cavalry and cutlass matches Past the clay men and soggy fellows with Newsprint pipe cleaners adjusted for the weekend.
Digitizements Burning plastic goggles fogging - up Your downtime rotisserie You farting golden clogs.
Eschewing back and forth beacon behemoths Plotting and charting five course fealties Draped over half-masted Winnebago stutter junkies Coughing new pot and pan recipe reviews in silicon Quicksand.
In the end you find your end is another end.
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Breathing Out
05:58
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Breathing out is good
But having you ever tried long distance time travel?
You've got plastic in your veins, is that all that remains?
You've bottled up these lonely lines into the mine
You don't see , you don't hear
All patients have been cleared
We've synthesized your whole life - just sit back
Jesus loved his only son in the long run
It's a hook like a crucifix
It hangs where this one drips
A diamond row, a diamond ray
We are all planets
And nothing ever good could come of that
All these second hands,
They were good before, they'll be good again
We won't stop at nothing
We're developing a ten-thousand-year plan
Hold me close now dear disintegration rays are fun
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I Choose
05:38
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Holy ghost that I can't see, does it matter much to me
(holy rollers, don't roll so much)
I've got a song I like to see
Let my fingers pull the strings
Chisel and bleed
To every waking need
Well, It's a common disaster I believe
We're divided up those lines
I implore you that you see me wave
I'll be here and then I'll be gone
On a ship bound for the heavens
I choose (the rules)
Dirty fingers turning me blue
Oh, these words got me confused
As you ask for an answer
All apologies ignored
We're divided up and as such we just can't be found
What has gone away, what is there to say
I choose (the rules)
Dirty fingers turning me blue
Oh, these words got me confused
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Great Again
05:12
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Does anybody know the way they keep us down
I tried to read but it's so hard
Hey little boy did you grow up on the other side?
They're making America great again
They its coming, bridges are burning,
Johnny get your gun
They say it's coming
Johnny get your gun
Does any body know the way they keep us down
It's so hard
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Bury Me
06:47
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Outside I can see for miles
But I can't see your house
So I dig this tunnel
Love is a vampire
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To Be Doubted
06:40
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Children of the Earth
04:19
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Take me through the years
It's so high up here
It's impossible to know when you're alone
Children of the Earth it's time to come home
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Letter to the Sun
02:33
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A letter to the sun that's inside
Dive beneath the
waves of flesh
Gonna build a farm
of people
under the water
Will you come with me now
Take my hand as we go down the waves
hold your Breath
through the fever
Seaweed like
Stars
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Parallels
06:26
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A bright light waking me up at night
Sleep comes in waves in outer space
Remember when we were young,
Our fingertips reached for the sun
Ooh those parallels
Speak not before the words come
This is temporary
Ooh, those parallels
Don't care what we want, don't care what we need
I'll come and then receive.
Caught in a bonfire.
I'll wait
Down below
Down below
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7-Eleven
11:09
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The sun is shining but my eyes shut
The door is open want to close it up
You leave me hanging in the wind
Like a curtain above a 7-11
You're gone
I'm dead
That's OK because
I'm alive when you come home
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Eli Rector Palm Desert, California
Behavior Analyst.
(B. 1975, Santa Cruz, CA.)
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