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Andrew The Giant
01:46
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Hart sinks a three-pointer,
Cold open annoys him,
I employed him.
So take the shot Hitman,
Get in the robot, then:
Take a seat, dry off next to me,
The season’s lyin’
Play sublime, and
Pretend the summer never came to an end.
Run the ropes to open seats,
These lives are people,
moving pieces intersect to new beats
Cause I can’t,
Do it anymore
Nowhere’s safe,
Falls count on the floor.
Wasted back years,
Indies stomping crew,
If Vince called, ask if he wants me too.
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Mom's Kia
01:26
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Solo stereotype
Cellophane cereal,
Served in green cups emulate,
Mermaid ethics we’ve been sold
Get ready to hold me,
These are contingent truths,
And these are necessary to you.
Bread nourishes for a man,
But not a tiger.
Your cat isn’t vegan,
He’s not just tired.
Hume wants us to humble to what we know
Creatures of habit
Creatures of custom
What we think we know is an untested assumption
Flesh flickers
T-tab out, men in black pictures
Seasons greetings scout,
J and K bicker
If I try to speak what more than me
Direct neuro inspection realizes eternity
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my kokoro wish
03:07
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stated,
situated.
in a mess,
neurotic complexion.
I'll follow you,
I think.
How to breath
Prescription lenses
let me see
your reality
words i can't comprehend
words i don't understand
fleeting nothings,
ephemeral askew,
Sunny, tell me what to do
What made you push off?
What made you want to fly?
What's wrong with you today?
there's nothing wrong with you,
nothing wrong with me.
Words to sing out,
dodge elevators.
words to bring out,
emotional savior.
Fleeting nothings,
ephemeral askew
Sunny, tell me what to do.
Fleeting nothings,
I'm looking for something.
Ephemeral askew,
Sunny, tell me what to do
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"It's too hot to wear a sweater"
I'm not known for getting cues
guess I'll have to change,
catching up to you
the sun shines high,
just for you.
just like I wanted to
we all have a purpose
oh I'd like to remain
The lies I tell you,
All disdain
Cause penguins are dangerous creatures
they're better than I could hope to be.
birds make you smile more than me.
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5. |
Biscotti Thottie
01:32
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Kin of a root
Mistress acute,
Listen to moments,
Humbled by statute,
You’re a, Foothold in traffic,
Byproducts: joy and laughter,
Fall away to gravity,
I'm falling to you
We’ll dance to dragons in plush comfy seats,
Make a snowman, comedic receipt
We can play some ball, humble to a tee
Basket swish, sweep me off my feet
Frisk in the moment,
Tumbling faster,
I’m a ,
Sisyphus strait-jacket,
No Toledo adjoined fastener.
Fall away to tragedy,
Did I miss my cue?
Someone please catch me,
I’m falling for you
Your naked body covered in peanut butter and fries
There are birds circling you
You jumped off the building to escape them
You landed in a lil pit of pudding
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Inter(Lewd)
02:19
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These marks,
Have kitchen stains all over their faces
Praise me, this phase needs subject or situation
Toadstool paints to the tune of chrysanthemum blues,
Seeking face
the only place where
home means something to you.
Diving under, water
Under sheets, undertow
Clothes and pillow make waves don't you know
First private to pilot,
“Our sails cannot hold”
Ooooohhhh
Ooooo
Ohhhhhhhhhh
Turn it to me
(Busy poppy)
Polyester dreams
Don’t take it from me
(indulgent copies)
Polyester dreams
I’m here I’m here
Don’t take me
To fairs, I’m fair
I’ll be waiting for that, no
To stairs, two stares
Pointed knives cocked like loaded guns
Don’t yell,
Tell me to run
I'm figuring it out, slowly
these hands are too small,
to hold me.
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A conversation.
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Ian Biscotti Grand Rapids, Michigan
I am water twelve feet deep.
And this is therapy.
