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Carton Aesthesis (o portão)
acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis being true to you is always thrills
reality’s become a trauma artist i’m choosing now to not hate-watch
regrets want to stage lives now that i’ve vowed to save you from this awful place
our ears burn at the sound of my name ‘cause when they look at me babe i know what they see
i know how they see me
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she said “we can survive anything if we fake it”
in feel bad Covid summer still in love with the roller queen
the trolls misapprehensions that i am a living thing
fuck me i’m a hologram
i need a new reputation
we can survive anything if we fake it
lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend i was experienced on Gaspar’s mountain and now i’m a Giallo kill
those things are just spectacle my lives are hyper real
we can unmask the truscum and we can survive anything if we fake it
artificial ovaries which you pressed to your artificial breast in absolute triumph
if she were here now i’d take this switchblade and make us blood brothers
the kind without gentrification of libido
one in which no one is smiling into their phones
i keep having these moments of flash terror like i’m about to understand something
to be viewed as a cautionary tale and why people are such trash
that is to say i feel safe with you Trash, i feel so safe with you Trash i feel so safe
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Aries Equals GoOd Trash
04:19
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how can we know what we are if we don’t know what we’re not?
how can we know what we’re not if we know that we’re everything and nothing?
oh God
i’m here to serve you I am here to deserve your love
we could be each other’s eternal joy
reality is a sloppy bitch it really loves to intrude
I compare thee to a saturnalia if I may be so crude
oh God
now we are extras in the unreality show that’s called Hate On The Spectrum
yeah though you and I don’t have to watch no we don’t have to step on butterflies
we can be chill and we could be each other’s eternal joy
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4. |
Queer As Love
02:40
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lying breezes von Trier’d my sitcom greeks bit actual skyroom
each day reprises desperate acts of pathetic men who all wish us bad luck
I’m talking to touch I am talking to hear talking too much I am talking to understand what I am trying to say
that I am queer for you (we’re here for you) queer as love
because they break our hearts in some new way every single day
to damage diagonally I can’t turn off ‘cause I’m on the spectrum
edgeplay that drove messiahs insane when they could have just been some dancers instead when they could have just been schizophrenic instead
I am talking to understand what I am trying to say
that is that I am queer for you (we’re here for you) queer as love
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they said love was just for fags I laughed and then felt bad
they said their birth name was a pejorative
they said everyone should wow themselves ‘cause it will kill the desert if we make it fertile
they said “every time i look at my phone I get brain damage” “by every blamedead person I get lobotomized”
we shared the paranoid thought that you’d get decommissioned if we fall out of love I go to hell
tears pierced watching Chick Strand’s stop Soft Fiction I three kings learned a new scale today call it ARTCORE
now that’s what I call Freewave the killer wanted buttons made in feelbad songs of Covid summer
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JaPanese Word For Witch
03:06
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when you die everything else dies there is no life outside of your mind
but when you live you’re keeping me alive, if I die it will only be in your mind
I’m not afraid of mind control, man I can’t even control it myself
waking up is logging in and nothing’s real that I feel
so my hands search i sense and a body forms again puncturing the void of winter afternoons alone
what’s the Japanese word for witch? that’s what I want to be
first crucifixions rarely take they’re always fake
I’ve been experienced I have insight
drugs administered via satellite
a horror poem unfolds and our love adorns it
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7. |
This Is ExpOsed
02:57
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I’m macho I’m femme call me they call me them
bikini boys in the summer scum want nothing and you and…scene
thought rats scurry over hypnosis or what’s left of the friend chat
the scents of killers the Eyes Of Mars the seven blood gangs of the parietal
I’m liminal I’m free call me he call me she
I said I’m macho I’m femme call me they call me them
in this place one way or another you’re gonna get radicalized oh but my lives they’re unreal those things are only a spectacle
thorns are cool thorns save lives thorns get me into trouble but I always survive
in a circle of one sounding a drum to a bodysong what can I say it’s gonna happen either way
like a Burroughs to Capote curse written in a rabid free verse
if you fellate the crown’s prick you run afoul of the Syndicate
smart kids say no disabusing crow drones what could they possibly glean out of a liar’s mind?
thorns are cool thorns save lives thorns get me into trouble but I always survive
still it’s not a lot of fun dealing with truscum in a circle of one and a bodysong what can I say it’s gonna happen either way
now you got no brain how do you get fucked up? what?
now you got no brain how do you get fucked up?
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True Beauty ForeveR
03:48
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the great white dementia’s movement to be credulous at all costs but failing badly
ooo true beauty forever
I took all the pain I have in my mind, shaped it into a triangle and drowned it in a pool of blood
true beauty forever puncturing the void
negative space is mostly femme energy
the crucifixion of Christ was edgeplay until he got off
I’m a black widow and I don’t bite you so I guess i’m in love!
it isn’t swimmer’s tears it’s drowner’s tears that we girls cry
the cops are taking up way too much bandwidth we wouldn’t be watching this garbage if it could be turned off
true beauty forever
take a photo of me losing stars chanting spells in your dead name is only elastic
true beauty forever
I walk alone in a body made for multitudes always alone in this body made for multitudes
I’m a black widow and I don’t bite you so I guess i’m in love!
it isn’t swimmer’s tears it’s drowner’s tears that we girls cry
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am I a creep ‘cause I don’t have a chosen pronoun?
am I a creep because my mind is the Odeon of the multiverse?
how you bragged your length of legs by insisting to walk to Midtown
microchips looking miserable in a Greenpoint gallery
I bounced between bars full of ink alone as a pinball yes that alone
now your long haired friend is looking for his cocaine
and I’m happy my drinks not empty as long as there’s something left in the glass you don’t look like an alcoholic
she sometimes/always appears to be plural I oversing ambivalence
ovary venom as a first confession
now that she shaved her head we’re all one big comb over
he developed a craving for impotent men who peacock themselves invisible and being very ugly for tips
gentrification of libido self-titled just like New York City itself
ragout the streetware of horsemanship I can dance with you
we took too much bitter anonymous performative abuse and now we can’t sleep
she changed her name by one letter leaving nothing to discretion
fuckheads is the new preferred auto-correction
every idea is aquatic life no thought is the sea
that’s the only tear I’ve never cried it cried for me
gray babies ululating outside the afternoon door
horror vacui conversation I don’t adore mi amor
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Drowner's TeÃrs
02:50
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all the bitter tears we girls cry
at least wait until I’m dead to do that dance on my grave
I don’t ask for help that’s why I’m seen as inhuman
I’m choosing not to pay attention that much
I need you to talk to the unreality so I can believe that I don’t know
me acting out of hive is not Dolls Kill
being true to you is always thrills
realty’s become a trauma artist I’m choosing now to not hate-watch
regrets want to stage lives I’m not worth the razor waves
some bastard song we all agree on
these are the bitter tears we girls cry
all the bitter tears we girls cry
acquiesce to truly have an aesthesis monosyllabic horizons collide
to shatter shells of them now claiming fragility
we clap come-ons and improvise
I just want to get so smashed I spontaneously jump into your lap
both of us burn to the sound of my name
these are the bitter tears we girls cry
all the bitter tears all the angry tears we girls cry
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disembodied host, i’ll wake up Goldenbraid
electricity lies about a lot
slogans are cool but I hate rules
protest anthems are novelty songs
things would be different if he didn’t do acid with Caroline
I run with a coterie of trash, i prefer the company of trash
all polars on bi ‘cause i’m a gemini
unreality show, when screaming I see numbers
memory’s a robot aporia, not to misery engage
rat clap to pyramid nudes, time is made of plastic it used to be glass so
i hang with a coterie of trash, i prefer the company of trash
nothing really lasts quite like garbage
i run with a coterie of trash, i prefer the company of trash
all polars on bi ‘cause i’m a gemini
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Fingerless GlOves
03:02
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I’m just a practical N.B.P. I know that time is made out of plastic and not really free from crime as it is understood
like any jaguar god in the month of Pox vomiting blood all over vultures
and kicking the fuck out of true scum dolly boys (dolly tracer doll eraser)
i don’t have to tell, we’re not doing well, you know we live in Hell
okay well than even in Hell people get offended
even in Hell people get offended
even in Hell people get defensive
apotheosis kindergarten god is a shipwreck
I know how much you love that I’m a nasty girl, a freak of sophistication
the species is queen they send their phalli into space
i always want you to be the one that comes first ‘cause I love to watch your body crescendo and I never need a cue ‘cause Sessi I wrote the play
in a homicidal thrash I am dead to taste your ash i’m a scum to film you crash i feel so safe with you TRASH!!
TRASH!!!!!
TRASH!!!!!!
TRASH!!!!!!!!
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I will protect you from this awful place
I know you so well that it’s fiction, got to get out of our head
my face is a dead link you won’t find me there
my eyes dead link
absentee ballet zero for conduct all we used to be made out of glass
glass and blood glass and blood not for…
for Tristeza… not for Tristeza
Trsiteza casting spells in your dead name is elastic
her striking temperature according use to object
extract the masculine germ from remote memory
now that all my thoughts are phantom pains
pains pains
I was a mad idea traced in the sand
I was a mad idea traced in the sand where misery is deify-able
I will protect you from this awful place
a horror poem unfolds and our love absorbs it
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the sea doesn’t have to give a fuck to keep it’s octopi alive
I’m too weird to be truly loved, a kiss from a nasty coroner
simplicity posing as mutation
take a photo of me losing stars while you say “kill yourself LOL”
Sessi all my thoughts are phantom pains that disappear just like a drowner’s tears
repeat the delete the sounding boy and as you are a fire sign
electricity lies about a lot
born to oblong confine acoustic “She”, essential way of seeing women of doubt
you need to stop talking so you can start listening to yourself
we’re not really living we’re just surviving
fear is made out of plastic it used to be made out of glass
become an acolyte and bite my temple
you need to stop talking
a kiss from a coroner it’s listlessly working
trolls on the dm saying “kill yourself lol” you kill myself lol
i’m a black widow and I don’t bite you so I guess I’m in love
I must be in love
screaming is just numbers when you scream I just see numbers
i slide off the Spectrum, lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend
equatorial hemorrhage is a dead link
be careful what you say to men, they’re always recording
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15. |
Yamagata FoRest Flutes
01:50
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I am not the cosmos I’m not that gauche
put two words together and watch the reaction
I’m macho I’m femme call me they call me them you know that we can survive anything if we fake it
let’s remake Yamagata forest flutes, pharmaceutical fireworks blowing up the Delaware sky, smirking under Covid masks
true commuter digression hobbled than the Dharma detesting downers
like hearing Like Flies On Sherbert alone, no one should be that alone
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I don’t wanna be famous for the way I click my heels
I don’t wanna be famous for all the ideas I steal
I don’t wanna be famous for taming the shrew
I wanna be famous for killing you
I don’t wanna be famous for fucking the blots
I don’t wanna be famous for sucking the goss
I don’t wanna be famous for playing the ingénue
I just wanna be famous for killing you
I just want to be killing you I just just want to be killing you
I..they said “i don’t think you understand” they said…hold up
I just want to be killing you I just just want to be killing you
I don’t wanna be famous for being so damned
I don’t wanna be famous for anything I am
I don’t wanna be famous for my trashy retinue
I wanna be famous for killing you
I just want to be killing you I just just want to be killing you
I..they said “i know we’re all just holograms” they said…
I just want to be killing you I just just want to be killing you
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ThRam Rammaged à Man-mod
02:49
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I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry all day
she made a post, reaction was gross, they want her to roast, they want her to ghost
she was sad before now she’s almost dead all over that thought falling out of her head
I don’t really get a scene like that, why you gotta treat a little bean like that?
it’s so toxic man there’s no concern no place to learn they just want her to burn because
everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry all day
I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry all day
people are ugly when you ignore me i have no future ‘cause i am too stormy
i barely exist ‘cause of how much I bore me wet butcher’s fisting all of the normies
my heart is a dead link because everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel bad everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel bad everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel bad everybody’s got to feel bad
everybody’s got to feel bad
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Kcrraannnggaanngg!!
04:02
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the animus blamed war away, fears not daring her to soldier
in idol radiation peak according use to chanted object
i’m seeing women un-terrified unsimplified in smooth body screams wax manager seeing doubt it
left to seeing notes of violence, AblanatanalbA
who needs a heart when a heart does murder? pissing on itself in heaven’s garbage
if no one’s watching then nobody is like sad Swedish bros just doing their drain
who needs a heart when a heart does murder? pissing on itself in heaven’s garbage
if no one’s watching then nobody is just my Kcrraannggaanngg!!
communicated as a verb, genders make such quaint diversions
confined disciple to living egg spectate the woman so un-terrified
ravisher showing pretty black needles as mutations go radiant
in smooth body cry bleary flesh lids the forest to flatter girls that don’t die
who needs a heart when a heart does murder? pissing on itself in heaven’s garbage
if no one’s watching then nobody is like Gravity bros just doing their drain
who needs a heart when a heart does murder? pissing on itself in heaven’s garbage
if no one’s watching then nobody is just my Kcrraannggaanngg!!
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the old me is the new me’s scourge, the new me is the old me’s emotional janitor
i need a new reputation, lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend oh the old me is the new me’s scourge yet again
I bounce from bar to bar fully thinking/hearing songs
wishing that they’d cover Cage’s 4’33” dark to bark to socialize and tarot sodomy
peeing blood to show your sad, cringey content of the new nomad, pig-fisted pacifists
Ave Maria of implied amputees a party walk up says an L.E.S. crow drone humming Radiohead just to be a jerk
the waitress offers me menzanivadi from a cross I smile with no expression my depression is a plus
he checked his watch and there’s still barely forty years to kill
listening to Karlheinz chop up children and then run for joy
entering the common room and barking until we get banned
every image I absorb isn’t inherently consensual
the new me the new me the new me says “i’m pretty bored being your emotional janitor”
the old me the old me the old me says “ i kept his homeless poem in a cage with it’s latch open to free range”
the C.I.A. killed the Black Panthers that’s the real war on Christmas
Lovers leap where edgelords fear to trend, the old me is the new me’s scourge yet again oh I need a new reputation the old one is terrorizing the new, the old one’s terrorizing the new me
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So Chill Then (o Portão)
05:02
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everything is psychedelic everything is a bad trip a bad trip
I don’t really have any feeling about it I mean I have a feeling and I don’t care
a film without narration a film with dialogue a film without imagery a film without sound
a horror poem unfolds and our love absorbs it
I slide off the spectrum I don’t fall anywhere
i’m not counting errors
I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trashI feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash I feel safe with you trash
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