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Joanna Newsom, Emily
That the meteorite is a source of the light And the meteor's just what we see And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to theeAnd the meteorite's just what causes the light And the meteor's how it's perceived And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee
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Stella Was A Driver And She's Always Down
Well she was my catatonic sex toy love-joy diver She went down down down there into the sea She went down down down there down there for me, right on
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People think of all kinds of things at three in the morning. We all do. That’s why we each have to figure out our own way of fighting it off.
Haruki Murakami - New York Mining Disaster (via murakamistuff)
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Obstacle 1 (interpol)
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips We can cap the old times make playing only logical harm We can cap the old lines clay-making that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never seek this face again
You'll go stabbing yourself in the neck
And we can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad She can read, she can read, she can read Oh, she's ba
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ai exercise
Are you or Eating me from within Her darkest hour You were there
Do souls exist Call them a lame duck
Eating poison meat
An old doctor
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Brain Fuzz
Have you traveled constantly to find yourself
in peril in terror
to find cum in your hair
to narcissist remarks, blank stare
have you slept in the backseat of a car
while houses, real homes flash by
people live in contempt, our monsters, far cries
and I could love the velvet on your raw tattoo
please let me touch you, not a joke
Fill up my container my vessel my glass
my arteries they move you blood vessels oxygen gas
today was the day everyday is new
everyday is old everyday grass grows
and cells form and nothing makes sense
random acts of anything it’s all a mess
if you can find any type of sanity
in any given moment
were all truly jealous
because lately it’s all nonsense
our cords are plugged into too many outlets
auxiliary tangled with no source of income
I hope someone finds a way through them
it seems together, separately, it’s a blind scramble
mothers eggs dads gamble
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