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Black Sea
00:34
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Squirrel tail swaying til dark
On the way to the next pot of black sea
In the coffin car with the tombstone windshield
We look at each other with knife teeth & cigarette pupils
Can I catch a killer in my mind, with a skull etched into his palm
Quiet heels
Another black sea voyage to bind our arms back behind the booth
I can kiss your temple, you can light a torch
Give me all your knives, I need to cradle the kink
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Tulot's Savages
00:17
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Every night I wet my lips
With river mud
With river blood
Under scrutiny of the three headed owl
And I watch the gar with the mouth full of lightning mate in the green water
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Dense, starless
...tonight I'm drawing pictures of wolves and scorpions with deformed human mouths on napkins and I think about how mika's pussy is probably filled with gravel and the little rocks would split my penis open and the idea seems tempting to bleed to death inside pure mediocrity and I cough and imagine her vaginal walls growing teeth and devouring my cock but then out of nowhere she's in front of me holding a worn copy of t.s. eliot older than her and I think about how I know a thing or two about wastelands...
and then suddenly there's one star brave enough to wiggle loose from the pitch black.
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Untitled
00:14
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Turn off all the lights in my mind,
I refuse to remain a human
Light a candle and insert it into my heart,
So I can be sure that I'm an animal
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Gravel
00:27
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By the time he died his blood had already turned to a vermilion sand weeping from the gash in his neck
Classless and tan in the August sun on the gravel road and the gravel was consuming him and the sun was baking the sand into glass
His mouth was full of gray feathers and the cop asked her to ID him but she couldn't speak she was busy thinking about the last time they fucked.
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Rodeo
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I should've died in the rodeo
Broken back spine snapped belly gored by bull horn skull smashed in by bull hoof
Smoke flows from bull nose hot
My guts like wine soaked leather candy spread red in rodeo mud then there's my brains too like a mess of sugary cotton and gelatin
Should've seen massive sweaty flex of bull flesh strut as I close my eyes to sip peace from damp rodeo air
The spectators won't always respect the victor, but the clowns on the sidelines will
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Away
00:34
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Get me the fuck
Away
From these dogs of burning disregard,
Singing the blackened hymn of boredom as if it were peril
Never even had a taste of spite on the rough swamp at the back of their tongue for they never left the bowel
Never even had a taste for finer savagery because meat was not in the vocabulary,
Enemy meat, you devour then wear the hide
Get me the fuck away from these shrivelers who want to sleep til they die and can't adjust the fire.
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Future
00:27
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As we arch and wriggle our way thru these sped and high-wired days
the only man to be found with a knife in his boot is the definitive maniac with a lust for undignified chaos and a worship of blood
there's no heroes here and hasnt been for years, just a vague apparition of murky men trapped in electronic debris or chemical boxes
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A Night Out Without You
00:35
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A night out without you
Steeped in a stink, rotten and drunk
Another girl eyeing me, spitting
You left Lucinda on my voice mail singing "Hot Blood"
I texted you "when i'm with you I can seeeeee in the dark"
And an hour later in the dark of our bedroom the only light was the orange glow of your cigarette
You regarded my odor
I told you a story about a Shepard who'd had to kill his last sheep for meat and hide
We slept with a barrier of rust between us
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Love's Watermelon
00:17
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what if your belly turned into a watermelon green pipes and the sun exploding
that was something i'd say to her in bed
and she'd tell me how much i would enjoy watching the grapes and raspberries fall from behind her knees
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Weekend Strangers
00:22
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Bloodied, dumb, sweating, panting, I'm dying on some street in Memphis. Outside some bar, I'm dying. I'm drunk and in love with the girl with the knife in her hand.
"C'mere," and I wiggle my finger. I want to bury her head in the hole she's put in my gut.
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I Don't
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I don't want to explore circuitry I don't want to forget the way cold water feels I don't want to live in a bank I don't want to forget what a kiss feels like
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