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All Talking At The Same Time
Too many thoughts
all at once
all the time
Always running running chasing scramble
rabble gabble scramble
Loud all the time
Loud
All talking at the same time
All talking at the same time
All talking at the same time
Liquid States
Grew up a girl but never became a mother
Use gone with youth
Become withered
Othered
Disposed of flesh
Deshackled bodies and gendered roles
Our liquid states transmute
And can’t be held
Body is no site for accumulated trauma
Snake sheds skin with astral power
I’m the snake I’m the apple I’m time
I’m the place that never ends
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No Vessel
01:24
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No vessel
My boardershift
No invitation
to that shit
No void
To be filled
With others words
Cosmic memories shuddered my voice back
In echoes I heard
All time in to me spilled
Through time I speak
I am not a vessel for your self hate
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Concrete Shell
01:22
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Time is just a shell turned to sand
here we stand and wait our turn to die
Hourglass lives
In bricked up lines
An island in an island
Wire, shutters, bricks, rats..
A hermit in a concrete shell
To sink in sands
Turn to sand
Entranced by the sound of the cistern leaking
like the passing tides flowing through my cave
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Medicate
01:21
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I wanna die life’s so dull
Can’t feel my soul no more
We fuck just to feel
for a minute of life
Then go out
Push it down
Drink away
what’s inside
Give me medicated inspiration
Take away this desperation
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My lumpy flesh sways side to side
We softly burn through blurry eyes
Fire in fingers
Glove these hands
I can’t touch without burning down
And all
All we do is live
Lumpy flesh side to side
Fire burns through blurry eyes
Glove these fingers
Leave this behind
I can’t touch without burning down
And all we do is live
In all this destruction
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6. |
A Place For Flies
01:43
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I live in dank places that seep into skin
with the weight of air
Not ancient places where rain trickles
And collects anew
My damp is a new damp
A concrete damp
A dirt filled disease ridden damp
I’m inhaling
And exhaling
on mushroomed walls
This is an unmoving river
A place
for
Flies
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SNAKE Dublin, Ireland
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