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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