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I have my palm over my ear, and my elbow propped up on the bed. I slowly push his head closer to me with the other hand, and it's all so quiet, quiet enough for me to hear the pulse in my cupped up ear. Its echoey but steady. It sounds like a clock submerged in water. It ticks on, almost like its counting down to when he's going to go back home.
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A youth so tempting, so supple it felt wrong to even desire him.
But desire he did, much to the excitement of the boy
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The way each note hangs like a string, flutters over its predecessor, lilting and drooping ever so slightly in the wind. A dry gasp, a breathy hum and we're good to go. A song creeps out after, but it dies down quickly.
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I wanted to peel the lips of his face, and then suture them back on
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A room full of art you can touch, feel, crush. An exploration into space, and how we test it - widen it, stretch it taut, or bring ourselves so close we become a singularity. Technogenesis pure and pristine, but also forever ruined. A metal limb to replace the meat, a machine gun in stead of a hand. We are war, savage, lifesucking genius creatures. Genesis, palpable, yours, only for now.
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GENESIS
Album idea - heavy, punchy industrialist
Feel Touch Crush
Halogen
Industrialism
Balloons
Space, And How We Test It
New Age Techno
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She says my vibe is soooo fresh
I like boys but i like the attention
im the best like cold peach iced tea
Theyre never gonna get it though
theyre never gonna get me
All the girls want a sip of my soooooda
sweet and salty bubbly sparkly
youre soooo fresh
fuck purple my sprite is blue green
i got them scared cuz my swag satanic
hope a soul sold will be worth the record deal
tell me you love me and i might forget it
made out for a hot minute her breath smells like fruit flavour cigarettes
wash her out with some freshburst listerine
on the run looking for a new addiction
something so soft that i can sink my teeth in
my girl's a new age prophet
she reads my hands after we do it
tells me im bound to make it big
im glad the sex was third eye opening
but you're never gonna hear from me again
im a foot taller in my knockoff crocs
im a big baller with the ....
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vaal vech
thee pidich
vaak edutha
naav
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....... karanna
paal
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