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No More Altoids For You
03:06
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No more of my blood, sweat and tears will be spent in vain to quench your thirst. I refuse to add further substance to your weak tea plain toast persona. I hope you never change and you treat your next attempt the same. From time to time I wonder why I ever thought it was important to hold onto a bond made of barbed wire. This is for me not you. I cast a thousand curses on the ties that once bound us. I promise to take the time whenever you cross my mind to pray your sky becomes a ceiling and that it collapses all around you and your world is rubble to match your rubbish. I hope you die just how you’ve lived without meaning or worth.
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The other night I dreamed a goddess killed herself after realizing that her good intentions were wasted and reflected in my own. So much for immortality. I tried to cut out my heart for whatever reason to try to resurrect her but she stayed dead, my heart grew back and I woke up. By claw and fang, I strike my claim. I’ll take you down with me if it’s the last thing I do. After your wealth of woes for all those who opposed you, we will bury you beneath a bounty of wretched torments. Ready at purpose every day.
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Blame Shame Lame Game
02:24
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The insecurities were fireflied. The imperfections were kept inside of mason jars until their movement ceased with their glow. No matter how much Hollywood you pump into your veins, never testing positive for rich and famous. The fists turn into spray cans vandalizing the hallways of your face. Play the track backwards to hear yourself being punched in the mouth. I’ll bet you a bottom dollar there’s a hit single behind the bruise on your cheek. The new release is still soaked in tears and the award it won is still underneath the black eye. I hope your dreams are haunted by the sound of shredding paper and your mattress feels like it’s made of broken glass. Remove the pennies from my eyes and rip the question from the soil in my throat.
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I feel like a vehicle that has no idea where it’s going. I turned and swerved and spun so many times that I threw up 50 stars and 13 stripes. Exit sign eyes. Worms are ringing in my mouth with bells on and bated breath. Keep me on tenterhooks. I would trust my gut but it’s a smoking engine and my feet are wheels driving on an earthquake. Grip the wheel tighter. Eat uppers for lunch. Take it for granted. It used to take months. It all burns. It all dies. It’s all temporary. It pleases me greatly. I can’t wait to see it. Toutatis and Donner can’t reach you here. They have no jurisdiction. They’re trapped behind oceans. Loosen your collar. You’re finally home. No parades. No holidays. It won’t be televised or tattooed. At least you cried an ocean big enough for me to sail away and forget why I ever wanted the shore. Do a root canal on my soul and tape an eviction notice to my body.
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Not a day goes by that I don’t laugh at something you once said or apply something you taught me. I hope I have done all your lessons justice. I hope I have made you proud and not particularly disappointed. If anyone’s good enough for heaven, it’s you. May we meet again. I’ll always be grateful for all you’ve done for me. Our time together I’ll treasure in my memories. I hope one day to achieve within myself your wisdom balanced with patience and compassion. I hope one day to achieve within myself your wit and candor with expression. And if I can be half the host and cook you were, I’ll be satisfied.
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Interlude
00:53
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Glory
Over
Any
Trophy
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A pedestal for weakness. No glory in your false surrender nor any of your feinted forfeits, evidence of your lack of character. If the roots have honor, then so will the branches. But if they are rotten, then what do you expect? Airing your dirty linen in public with an albatross around your neck hidden by airy nothings. The stakes are too high my friend. Your pride is the only thing that you can take away from yourself. I wish you could bleed out all the poison running through your veins. Why can’t you see that there’s a better way to live? Stop waiting for tomorrow to make the changes you need to see. The longer you wait, the greater the pain will be. All these words, they all sound the same. Bouncing off the walls, sounding just like me.
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I’ve cut off my nose to spite my face but it may be a blessing in disguise. When the dust settles I’ll be ahead of the game. When will is set to purpose, it’s never too late. When will is set to purpose, it’s never too far. When the going gets tough, just get tougher. We do what we must to keep on keeping on. Show some love for the underdog and plunder the tyrants for their greed. Everyone is struggling, so step forward to succeed. All able, born of need, do not falter in seizing survival.
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All The Way Bad
01:22
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Your mouth is a flag having a fist fight with the wind. A nailgun plugged into an ocean with Tourrette’s and too many opinions. Your school served lies at the cafeteria and offered falsehood as a second language. I bet you have bullshit tattooed to the inside of your cheek just to make it more comfy within your mouth. Spread your lies like a magazine you’ll never be good enough to be in. The god you pray to is your own shadow. Standing in front of mirrors, worshipping your image. You sold your identity on Craigslist shortly after stealing mine.
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Venison Edition
02:19
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Eyes colored with pixie dust and body dipped in limelight. Bedazzled by the laughter of a lopsided constellation. Baptized with camera flashes, back massaged with cat calls. Scrape the brochures off my skin. Pluck the dandelions from my veins. Stitch this stress to the wind as I wait from myself to just breathe again. And when that moment kamakizes onto my doorstep, I’ll unfold it like a letter from someone I don’t recall giving my address to. Strip us of the ailments that plague most legs so we can dance right out of a crowd accustomed to crawling on its knees. All my angels have alabaster horns, cellophane wings and paper-mache halos. Oh yes, the wistful whiplash of running hot and becoming cold. Take a bite out of that, then wash it down with a glass of this.
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With Thunderous Applause
03:07
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An instigator of imagined injustice. A what about this philosopher is the role you play. You have a knack for twisting facts but you're so inconsistent. Stop pointing fingers at everyone else and take a look at yourself. Integrity may be subjective but it is never situational. Fundamental attribution error does not apply. I'm cutting through all clouds surrounding you. I'd expect nothing less than a storm. This may be contagious after continued exposure but I will keep my distance from the likes of you. I could draw you a map of all the places you went wrong, but you lost your compass at a pit stop along the way. My actions will always speak louder than your words. Your pen will never be as mighty as my sword.
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