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You want to.
03:19
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Basically, you probably shouldn't bring me to the party
If you're gonna play your stupid fucking music
I'm an artist. I'm a genius
Guiding humans towards a new reality
You grin and say Okay and then invite me anyway and so I
Hop into a pouch that you cut open in your belly
And your skin is super cozy, and I'm centered and already
Feeling pumped for like whatever
The Prodigy, Missy Elliot or
... like, Drake? Or whatever's on the radio...
Whatever man! I know I'm full of shit
And I try to be super clever and witty but, like
That isn't me!
See this one's for humility!
Breastmilk!
Capability!
Humanity!
Banality to level my insanity and
Vanquish my vanity
And valiantly
Conquer this calamity and...
Um are we just going in thru the backdoor?
Please no. Oh no no no no
I'm just tryna know myself, in case
I'm really someone else
Just red in the face
I'm searching for the master of this place
And who is the slave in this here race
That's waiting to die out?
You bitches!
Dem niggas
Are practically screwin
Your whore skulls
Into oblivion
Come and get it you seedling!
Why don't you join in?
And shove your middle finger down my throat
'til I'm thin
You want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you want to you wannnnnnnnt toooooooooooo
Hidden in the toilet was a present with a pretty bow around but I had to take a shit
And left it where I found it
Now I'm drowning in
The people in the room
I take off all my clothes
So I can swallow up the moon like a raindrop
On the tippy top
Of my tongue and sliding downwards
To make the pain stop
And then you say
Devyndevyndevyn
Nothing makes the pain stop
Nothing makes the pain stop
Nothing makes the pain stop
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Rise!
04:42
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Ooh icky oily skin:
Thank God for the foil you've been
The Guildenstern to my Rosencrantz
The blood red fern grows to dance
With our bodies in the night
While I was swallowing the moon
You were deepthroating a blacklight, right? Right?
If it's out of sight, it's mine
It was only out of spite that you fell behind
And got lost in the tall grass, the moss and broken glass
Think fast!
How do we want to spend the rest of our days before
The world's end
Should we count the ways we're boy and girlfriend?
Or what evidence points to as
Rats in a maze
Nothing ever stays
A birdsong plays as a palm tree sways and a coconut lands
Where a sea turtle lays eggs
The precursor of an omelette begs
For a world
Built with a failsafe that won't crack and
Submerge us in black
Suddenly you break a shell
Smiley and sunny-sided
And bleed a bellcurve for the brokenhearted
In figures and mathematics
The crackers are mostly rabbits
The pudding is rice and doesn't stir the other way
It's nice
Just to lay in bed all day
But the blackness rises!
With the sea it rises!
Baby I'm a worrywort
Baby I'm a spoilsport
Maybe you should hurry cuz
One of us will miss the bus
I know it's me that never wanted to come with you on the train and everytime you tried to order the tickets I would complain about the prices
Rising
Weakened with excuses. Weekend at the beach:
Is trying useless?
Are we this weak and toothless?
An emporium of breakfast foods. Omelettes, Ecuadorian dudes
An emporium of breakfast foods cannot
Prove this
--
I eat an egg croissant of ants just to prove my existence
Stubbornly stupidly hoping you'd be repulsed
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Fools.
04:51
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Tell me of the flowers and their smells
Anytime you're sick of waking up as someone else
Cook us both a breakfast
Pray for me to leave
Watching as an entire pot of boiling coffee's bereaved...
But I want to
Touch you
But I want to help you know yourself
Traumatize you for your health
As you gather up your stuff and turn around to make the bed before you go there's a shadow it's passing thru your window
It's following behind you
And nobody will mind you crawling in its mouth
To escape the throes that bind you
Everyone's in love with you and
No one wants to find you
Staring at a hardwood floor, unsure
If something's wrong
If something's wrong
--
What's tonight looking like for you?
I'll be free after 7:30 if you'd like to meet
Or not
There's no pressure
Just letting you know
--
Tell me of the flowers and their names
Anytime we're locked up in the attic playing games
For the hearts of fools
Greywacke, precious metals and jewels
Monopoly money
Feeding cattle their brains
To pass the time we operate on different planes
You're never mine, you just walk through my veins
You pour coffee on me
And it's black and boiling
I presume you're taking the reigns...
But something's wrong
But something's wrong
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Splitter.
03:40
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Sometimes all I wanna do is watch a movie
Is it stupid? Does it matter? Will it move me?
If you're gonna talk the whole way thru
Sewing both your lips together would behoove thee
Sometimes all I wanna do is watch you leave
Maybe we should just get out more?
Stuff the two of us inside a space to breathe
Instead of jerking off the hardwood floor
--
You dig a hole in my back
And you sink a nail in my crack
The wood
Slowly it will split
And you let the blood in my shit
And you make it painful to sit
And be
Just to be a friend
What have I to prove?
I don't want to turn into you!
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You should have been a lovely memory
You should have been an opportunity that slipped
Slowly thru my fingers
Withholding a world that wasn't meant for me
Watching from above as I rolled over where the
Darkness lingers
Somehow I have been mistaken once again
And I have to face the possibility that
The end of the world
Is really gonna happen but
I'm only human
Hell is freezing over as you hold my hand
Pigs are flying as you're touching my penis and
Pulling your hair out
Worried how
The trajectory of planet Venus is retrograde for one more week
And with bills unpaid, eviction's coming as we speak
But still the lights don't fade
And it incites this jaded, entangled braid
Of what is and what we seek
We're exactly where we want to be
(well give or take a tweak or two.)
I'll tell the slumlord Give us a break and like a week or two
Or whatever I mean
If you can manage to sneak a few extra scones
From out the bakery
Then that and some avocados will do
Just to make it last like beans and rice
But only tastier
At the supermarket, someone odd is gracing each and every cover
Of the magazines. Of course I didn't vote
'Cuz whomever we throw in the water is gonna float
And I start to feel like there's a frog in my throat
That's making all my words harmful, like that time
When I was younger
The oldest goat on the farm started speaking English reversed in like
A real deep voice, and it said
Devyn rejoice! For we're in the Age of Aquarius
A fact that's been attributed variously to astrologers
Sleepless scholars and -
-ribbit-
'cuz then it turned into a bullfrog
And so I kissed it
Whatever happened after that I must have missed
But ever since then, yeah
I've felt a little twisted in my head
But you insisted that we keep on dancing
--
I should take a second to quit with the theatrics and tell you something important:
Love is all you need
And it's worth it to pick your scabs
And to bleed from self-inflicted wounds
If it'll loosen the grip of the greed that seems
So inherent to this ephemeral, material
Fleshy mass that of it's own reflection is awfully fearful
Increasingly filled with intuitive recognition
Of it's limitless power;
Before the dawn, the darkest hour
Or maybe I should just speak for my self...
Shiiiiiiiiiit I never noticed all these books upon your shelf!
Ecofeminism, shamanism, paganism
The Spanish revolution, quantum theory and long division and...
Who the hell is Annie Dillard?
The Devil's Book of Culture
Looks weirdly resonant but yet
I'm not so sure of anything these days
There's a pure mathematics in the waltz between the ultraviolet rays
And the long black hair that stays
Tickling my neck and face as I lay within your
Shade of many greys and
An infinity of darkness resting under me
I must admit that I'm exactly where I want to be
--
We're always exactly where we want to be
We're always exactly where we want to be
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Tinker creek.
08:04
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Alandaluz.
19:19
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I turn my eyes
All black again
Stars lick the shore. Taste buds in sand
And thru a widow's shattered window there stands
An open doorway
Opened to me
Soft, hardly formed
Revealed gracefully by a mirror shard
Peeling the sea back
The chestnut faces of kids digging graves
Surfboard tombstones thwart the tidal waves'
Claim of rock formations, as
Strange crustaceans swan-dive down my throat
The dawn
Brings me to
Their arms
Palled purples, dirty fishes
Turtle shells all along the esplanade
Ragdoll beauty queens
Sing a song of yourselves to me
--
I come round to mushed plantains and pigskin husks
And bloodstains on my sheets
Dead crops of sugarcanes
Our Lady of Sorrows on the alter, made of plastic
Plead forgiveness for the trains
Making emptier streets. That breathe in dust and smell
Of sweets. The Whores of Night did not give way to this morning
Just so you can grab my ears because of overcooked tortillas
And the passing of your years
I didn't make you a lonely old witch: God did
So maybe charge Him with the preparation of our eggs and potatoes
If you're gonna be sore about it
I know... I'm so mean
My heart's so cold
My blood's boiling like encebollado
I know that you just want me to be a proper lady tomorrow
And you see yourself in me
And smooth white hands that were always meant to be
Wading thru a salt marsh. Planting the seedling of a tree with
A black-faced Capuchin monkey
Holding the handle of a cup of coffee
Scolding a man who just will not get off me
Slicing a mango for a batch of babies
All to raise the day
--
Little people dressed in uniform are going walking as the windows open every home's a maker making lots of gossip every woman's talking every man's a taker taking lots of glances as I go to dance with a little girl I meet who's selling candy jalapeno lollies gee they make me happy she says it's her duty to support her family and that it's everyone's
Everyone should eat together if it's ever possible and everyone that walks along the street should help to keep it clean, even business owners, but instead they're yelling
Stop soliciting! Tourists make the city better!
Nobody wants to see a rat when they're trying to enjoy the weather!
My, the anchor of capital's like a cord that I can't sever
Wax candles for the Lord? Anyone will do, I'll take whatever
As a broken bottle pierces
The belly of Quetzalcoatl's slithering body
I try not to worry 'cuz
What's the use of being in a hurry? Buses are only a dime
Though everyone here wants an automobile to drive off of a cliff
And turn into a real human that gets their way
The wind blows round paper mache like tumbleweeds in a forgotten Western movie where a man walks into town and draws the biggest loudest gun... Duel in the Sun
Fueling a two-ton mule etched in metal and glass, hogging the road, heading the motorcade and
Shilling for ecotourists and airconditioning the tour bus
Every minute gathers more dust in rundown clinics
Under construction forever
So we prune the bushes. Sure there's room to look
But no touching
Well I guess it doesn't mean much 'cuz in Town Hall we're mostly discussing
T-shirts and designs for flags
So I keep all my trash to make
Upcycled hand-bags oooooh
We need them but they don't need us; thus
Elected officials' bulldozers
Force our soccer field to lay down
As film projectors drown out the sound of people
Little darlings
Flesh and blood brown people
Estrellita esmeraldena
Maybe it doesn't mean much
I kinda feel I haven't seen much
Of all that's been and didn't need me
Before I shaved my legs and got greedy
For what I lacked in understanding
Of what I never could have
--
Lost in the aftermath
The dusk of our community's transparent indecision
Manifests a trumpeter who aims his musket with precision
At my face
And every passing second fills a basket of infatuation
Loosely tucked beneath my skirt in case an overwhelming sense
Of my displacement
Robs the grace from my intentions and I trip over a shoelace
Carelessly undone
As I struggle to embrace the sticky
Feeling dripping from an ecolodge's ceiling
Nursing every wound in secret hideaways
Down hidden paths in nature conservations
On my back I see the smallest hummingbird
But not its wings
And I give up
I drown in history
And I find myself here too
And it all comes back round and it all comes back round
As an ocean, so the hard, dry ground
But I know you ride the backs of my tides
So teach me how
And I'll try
--
The white in my eyes
Grows until
I realize, through sheer force of will
That in a child's
Fading smile
There's still a place to be born
Born into me
Wholly transformed
And audaciously letting go
To fall
Into the sea's back
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Together & alone.
04:53
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We move into a big blue house
Where we are told the ocean
Is 16 miles away
But must be closer
'Cuz we can taste the salt
Sat upon the tippy top of our tongues
And feel as it slides into our lungs
You stay across the hall from me. On the very top floor
You don't say much. You hula-hoop barefoot on the front lawn
And ride your bike without a helmet on
The booze, I'm sure you smell it on my breath -
At dawn. When I'm on the phone
You travel everywhere alone, you saddle up
You're there you're gone
You seem to disappear at will. A bleeding stone
Is where your heart should be
So how can you remind me so of me?
--
You move out of a big blue house
And settle down the street
In a co-operative
I guess it's pretty neat
But we should stay in touch! I think you have my number saved
In your phone and you can text me anytime you feel
Alone
I really like to watch movies so if you're ever bored you can call me and I'll bring over my hard drive
And I like to make music so if you wouldn't mind let me play you some and hope you think it's cool
I'm working at a grocery store
And what about you? Did you say your teaching Spanish at a school?
Or not quite that? But close enough, right?
Tonight I'm feeling sorta weird and I would really like your company
Most people that I meet don't really seem to care at all...
--
And now we're here
It's been a year of synchronicities awashed in inconsistencies
The pollen in the breeze
A million bees survive an ice storm. But I can't name one plant
Something's coming tumbling
I can't ignore the rumbling beneath my sneakers anymore
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I met you in a big blue house
But I don't really know you
And I don't know if it's possible
The darkness below you
Is opening it's mouth
And finally waking up
The birds head south
The earth breaks up
But I won't run away again
The blinking eye of every storm
The universes locked within
The virgin dark where I was born
Are screaming out your name to me
And though I'll never understand
I don't think it's designed to be
I think that when I hold your hand it's right
And it's enough to be together alone
Together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone together and alone etc
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