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  • delling 131w

    mezzo, uno, half dynamic, tetra, tri, dys, whispered syntax dictating greed, cacophony, lost mi, idiosyncrasy, out of time, alto laureate, indeterminate, a step, a step, another step...

    flat sharps, the tails of notes wagging for the metered master, lagging accelerando weeping speed, caprice in need, the broken foot, al fine, the bad break, a line, a line, another line...

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    Só Música Ruim

  • delling 131w

    lazy depression, greys and black with fireworks screened into the scene, the back of two eyes, laying supine, no reason to move, the Judith of a severed head, Death is not dead, hollow swamps, erect ferns as a courtesan to duty, chugging liquid that burns, Abraxas the bitter maid, the seed in bloom on a midsummer night, an astral volcano ejecting to flight with a grim simper, a vocalization that cannot be heard, the creation of renewed reality, the leathery gift for the wetland plight, general in general engendering, rendering the window of perception dark, acidic soil, murk and shade, quiet bades the inseminated, the slice of the sword and a fistful of hair, after the shaft of the blade there is nothing there

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    A Card Flipped Bare

  • delling 131w

    your skeletal remains are dust on a shelf
    wiped by a wet rag, and now your Jesus
    prays to you
    imbued in the soiled fabric of last rites,
    fighting like a mast on your last ship,
    slapping wind hits
    rivers and rills, disconcerting ills, the bile
    of a lost Nile in the time before the ends pathetic manifestation
    the ramifications of inaction, the addition
    of subtraction, the mastication of the host
    of hope, tele-micro growth
    bacterium, delirium, a cold cage and the
    long wait, the victuals of slime mold
    fester as the sun glows and grows old

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    Known Protist

  • delling 132w

    the wind and a rocking chair, a dog laying at the feet of invisible loneliness, her voice, a wisp, the mist kissing scalps of the dead, summons from the sky, efferent vibrations, a scale, a triad, the organ drones a monestary of echoing liturgy into the chapel quiet of night, her radiance silenced by death's chastity, the murmur of the loch, the gospel of air pushing naked skin into a tulmet of naught, nix flits darkness, scudding shrouds unveil milky white curtains behind dotted blackness, inversion of heavens, sumptuous promise, the life of the distance parades indolently, dreamily, her fingertips, the paws, the maw engulfing by means of promise, my idle beauty, her words, her canine familiar, lucustrine lady, when your water turns to air your wings lift your desire from it's wood throne, the heads of neberius, the gravel voice, I heare and obeie, there's nothing seated, there's nothing to be depleted, I entreat

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    You Retreat

  • delling 132w

    the wheel of man, slipping belt, gears singing, virgine, oily DNA from the diagnostics of generational actuators, exothermic kisses, the grind of the groove, the start of performance, a cylinder, a spark, the pumping, the clutch, one ratio or another, circular drive, genealogy linkage, the rhythm of centuries, concentric, spheric, ridgid bodies relaxed, genetic instructions, induction into the line, the engineer, the research, repetive reproduction, coitus, the flux, a steel flock, the flesh of ore, engine, a line of product, production, seduction, onceiud o þe hali gast, electricity, gas, the first, the last, the savage flower in the garden of grease, seize me, release me, concede, bleed me, recieve, conceive, coire computions, duplications, makhana, span a turn into a lesson learned, every curve of a print, a stent for muscle, an attack of trust, an act of lust, a new start

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    Heart Of Rust

  • delling 136w

    frying Forestry pans, silver circles around the eyes, eraced plans, hefty underload, the warts of a toad, loops of a road, vertigo, letting go, the shadows of the dead, the books that read her, never feeling better, moot kernels, bitter journals, jolts to the lobes, frozen toes, the light is lost, there is always a cost, a loss forwards, 'boards and 'scopes, fragility tropes, groping words, violation, degradation, sedition, seduction, the reduction of vowels to consonants, the resistance, a sibilance of substance whispered into grounded clouds, that which is not allowed, lady loud, Silvanus, wood spirit, don't fear it, don't go near it unless you can hear it loud, prose, repose, necrosis, psychosis, Balan and the hawk, a ram, a bird, a man, when the silence talks look into the invisible, become invincible, as a matter of principle keep it simple, a single syllable is more complex than every word written and said if it's tone chahnt, insewn, lotus planted, dear Lady Woodland, the arbor I harbor fire for, a tempered semper, your death forever, my dream died too

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    Never & You

  • delling 136w

    There's a millions and millions of songs
    Some songs are good, some songs are bad
    There's a million more songs inside of me
    And millions more that will be

    Because singing is free
    Singing is free

    There's millions and millions of songs
    Some good songs are bad
    Some bad songs are good
    There's millions more songs inside of me
    And more and more for infinity

    Because singing is free
    Singing is free
    I guaranty
    Singing is free

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    World Don't Rhyme With Girl

  • delling 136w

    Everyone wants to talk about The Savior
    I don't wanna talk about The Savior
    Things are good

    Thoughts of marriage turn to divorce
    The sin is remorse
    There's no life for a ghost
    I'm not the host
    I'm movin' on

    I'm movin' on with nowhere to go
    Lift up the curtain, start the show
    I'm movin' on, the clock is old
    Time is uncertain, the wind is cold
    Act one: Hate, Act two: Lust
    Act three: Love, Act four: Trust

    Everyone wants to talk about The Devil
    I don't wanna talk about The Devil
    Things are bad

    The clop clop clop of the white horse
    And the killers, of course
    There are lines I'm suppose know
    I don't know
    I'm movin' on

    I'm movin' on with nowhere to go
    Lift up the curtain, start the show
    I'm movin' on, the clock is old
    Time is uncertain, the wind is cold
    Act one: Hate, Act two: Lust
    Act three: Love, Act four: Trust

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    Heart Of Dust

  • delling 136w

    She wanted me to take her on a bad trip
    So I tangled some maps and cut up diagrams. She wanted to take a little dip, to drown in a bloodbath, to regress into the doll with a torn dress, a burned head. A phile of poison, the excretions of rats, the milking of soars for pus; she wanted a sip, a gulp, a heave from one mouth to the other, a pool of insects, cyanide to inject, uncontrollable reflexes, involuntary spasms, melting wax, the skin of a cat, the ashes of a hairy boar, to come back from forevermore; she wanted a kiss, she wanted death, and she never wanted me to reveal what was next.

    She curled up on the floor. She stared, dialated. Sounds beat her skin. Light tasted worse than she anticipated. The lakes, the rivers, the lost roads, the highway echos. Numbers spelled in series of bells, the time of Mass Hysteria. The faces of God, the blessings of hell, the beads of sweat that turned into jell. The crystal bricks, the hazmat swigs, the wine of the beasts that fell from grimey cotton clouds, the wind that encased her like a cold shroud. I was the master, I was of good wit. I was the saint and a perfect fit, as she melted in a hush of loud chambers, a faint hurricane grip. Her psychosis was sated, the womb had faded, the furniture began to reappear. She was starting to fade into here. Ah, my dear! I told you! I could deliver the sheer terror, and take away your mask. Are you sorry you asked? Blankly, she bestowed her trust. I'll never forget that shrill fever. I'll never forget the tone of teeming wakened dream.

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    Lysurgia Screams

  • delling 137w

    Zero is a number
    It is not a game
    You can run around it
    It is the same

    The horses are made of wood
    Seasons dance, as they should
    The flying horses, galoper
    The sun shines as storms stir

    Zero is a number
    It is not a game
    You can run around it
    It is the same

    Boyhood manhood
    You could you should
    Dreams will allure
    Open eyes for grandeur

    Zero is a number
    It is not a game
    You can run around it
    It is the same

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    Let or Circumvent