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dying but less dead
a few scratches short of a sword
tossing horror onto the doorstep sleeve
cradling the child
looking for the thread to sow the limb back on
for the umpteenth time
this lifetime
i met a sagittarius
put a few bricks in my structure
I'm tasting like five different people
the lorax speaks for all yr purple hair
jumping the border on a shopping cart
following my aries heart
let's light each other's eyes on fire
all we have to do is stare
and know
know it always tumbles down in various stages;
in various states of jenga
love in a field of eyeholes and wine
painting with the colors of yr sweat a certain safety net
being draped in the fabrics of my home and my honeypot
candles of my fresh husk keep time in the timeless
find yr bespeckled visuals
find yr own to engage with
from the scraps of yr spectral intuition
before you get too old
bridges of coffins never house any trolls
for it gives them too much company in the terms of
their secret fee
the task is the equivalent
of walking the length of a spoon in 5 paces
but once you wake up in yr bed
and they won't let you move
you learn that spoons are forever
thankfully
the spirits play with yr hair cause they're obviously starved
it's as close to the real thing as they can get
they have three bricks always levitating
the secret fee becomes theirs to keep
sleeping
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bring in the breathing canvas
throw paint up the nose
listen to the flood
know that its a dry flood
take account the dry blood
smooth out the valleys
scratch out the mountain
before you climb
rewind rewind rewind rewind
she says i am an object
just like the real thing
too confessional
uncomfortable
uncontainable by nature
unrepressable
unguessable
unpresentable by nature
is projecting
watch the siren
check the underside of every rainboot by that brand
allow some things to vomit in a path
that blows the leaves away
the suits will want their likeness
edged into something beige
draw them like you draw your favorite cage
she cries where is my cover
just like real thing
unexploitational
inaccessible
unconventional by nature
unassessable
too conceptual
controversial by nature
is projecting
peel off the layers to allow it to freeze
looking at you down there scribbling pictures of the birth year on your knees
take in the smudge of a desert
and the grievance of the crisis cat
look at it look at you and find first where the metal bones are hidden at
she says by the power invested into my first rental payment like the real thing
unexceptional
uncontrollable
reprehensible by nature
unrepressable
unguessable
unpresentable by nature
is projecting
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oh Candace in cadence
shuffles through the breath of the shade mist
xe revels in the disco ball world
tapping light on xir icicle feet
painting it blue in the holiday time
and the old call it crime
and the young seem to always find a glitter filled cascade in view
cadence of the moon teenager
xe tumbles and trips over
the leaf of a clover
and the scorpio’s tail
splashes into the stars
xes both near and far away
clusters in xir eyes maybe
eveeything xe left behind
25 girlfriends makes xir want to fly
and maybe die
but xe learns to take in the love that comes in like a rip tide too quick too soon
cadence of the moon teenager
asking
which way does the neckchain spin
which way does the wrong side win
how do we finish this episode
and sit back for the next season or so
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Mx. Unstoppable
04:08
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rose vine tangle
queer ice angel
swiss lace veil
Mx. Unstoppable
stripes down up
jewelled flora
makes the aura
Mx. Unstoppable
red hot ex statistic
catch the spell
dont miss it
Mx. Unstoppable
sweet face
sour taste
don’t go to
that place
only a 1/8 straight
Mx. Unstoppable
revenge fantasy
their daily
ecstasy dream
Mx. Unstoppable
watch them stroke
their hand across their
sequin heartache
Mx. Unstoppable
I’m exactly what you say I am
as much as what you think im not
wrapped in
citric acid
seaweed
breathing earth seed
Mx. Unstoppable
red hot ex statistic
catch the spell
dont miss it
Mx. Unstoppable
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Freak Impervious
04:28
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you think that nothings bad
nothings bad
you’re just all that
whats a conscience guess you don’t need that
gotta be cool
yeah
you think that nothings bad
nothings bad
you’re a top dog, cat, whatever
whats a heart i guess you don’t need that
gotta look stony
you think that nothings bad
nothings bad
you’ve learned all you need to know
you just want to be king so bad
you crave submission
you think that nothings bad
nothings bad
narcissist is a bad word
you don’t know why I wanna kill ya
can’t be all bad
yeah
you’re so scared to be unique
or different, broken, flawed or weak
you’ll blow up the world before
you try not being hypermasculine
theres nothing you fear more
than what youd be like outside of influences that surround you thinking they can define you
you try so hard to be what you call freak impervious
can’t be eaten
can’t be beaten
can’t be turned against
well
how do you get off
thats right you prolly don’t
ouch
like, put down that axe spray
and pull up a black dress
throw some powder on those cheeks
no stress
no stress
nope
think you’re curse free
think you’re hearse free
seek eternities now
think concerning
seek a courtsey
freak impervious, how?
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Nothing But The Ivory
04:45
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a flowing brick wall dress
ze’s burning up the sugar with
the cane in hir teeth
screams out nothing but the ivory
thinks that the snow comes in other colors
and that you have to pay the weather channel to see
its all just word frolic, ze seethes
can what you write build up a raft that doesn’t sink
wild electric fence stare
crawling out from liquid nitrogen
ze finds the beautiful in nothing really there
and in return upon thy wrist
gaze upon the kings of this
come forth ze’ll call blinking many an eye from before
the family of fern can catch the silk and
blast the lamplight upon their ilk
a flowing brick wall dress
ze’s burning up the sugar with
the cane in hir teeth
screams out nothing but the ivory
speaks in tongues and ears and churnings
speaks of the angel stricken with eternal cursed yearning
tearing at hir robes
dragging hir barren body across the web
making a mountain from the magma
that pours from stretched pores around it
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woah the thick grey blood that comes
when the gates are blasted wide open at last
take in the new colors now
for too many years blue and red were not allowed
purple was one they said youd go to hell for
what is that you smell
is it wine you already know the smell of wine
is it alternatives
so fresh and new but theyre eight times older than you
i give to the bees an offering
for i am a jagged pavement offspring
pray they take me however they wish to take me if theyre able to take me
i cant hurt or really heal
cant find it in me to steal
i just blow hard into my moldy clarinet
everythings got way more stairs
and everyones got way less feet
everyones got foreheads streaking all across the street
tell me now you cant say that
and go and say a lot of that
why read the news when you can spin this wheel
everything persists out of spite
including you at three at night
talking to the raccoons in the ceiling
i give to the bees an offering
for i am a jagged pavement offspring
pray they take me however they wish to take me if theyre able to take me
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8. |
Afterlife Journal #4
03:01
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its fun to be a ghost
walking on the underside of the sidewalk upside down
nobodys watching
but everyone likes to think they are
i could be naked right now if i thought it fun
and no one would bat an eye
i can drag anyone of my choosing down into my negative sky
so in case you wonder
where have all the cops gone
your welcome
its fun to be a ghost
feeling anything got old way too fast
they told me the white sheets are optional
i got one that’s just enough to cover my head
i spend most of my time at the bottom of the ocean
cause those poor anglerfish they don’t have any friends
turns out i learned today
a lot of ghosts come there
but only so many stay
in my last will and testament
this is what i said
“if anything happens that was me”
i didnt leave anything to anyone
no one knows what to do with all the empty cheeto bags i left at my computer screen
It’s Fun to be ghost
and now it’s time
to be a ghost in bed
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lets all go together and throw our heads against the wall
dig into our mountain reserve
get as much as you can carry
lets make it rain
the faces always all the same
lets all go together
blazing through dirt on a hand made machine
burning billionaires bones for kerosene
catching a current on roads of staples
with a ribbon going off into nevermore
soda bottles tied up in her hair
doing 50 in a wheelless wheelchair
garages more like temples that house the mighty combine
spikes
spikes
all we swim through now are spikes
amidst a sea of velvet motor dykes
patrolling the hall the mirrors
drape it over and film
well have fucked with the signal by dinnertime
put on the mask and play yourself like its 1979
and i hear the mice
i hear the mice
i hear the mice
i hear the mice
i hear the mice
i hear the mice
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11. |
About The Frustration
05:21
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lets talk about the frustration
of not being able
to vent all about the frustration
you feel with where you have been put
you feel with whats being done to you
and you really werent alive until about 18
and even then it took way too long
sometime in between
you lost the muscles to scream
and how every time you opened your mouth
you were always told
your wrong
wrong wrong
and when you remind them that
they just say your wrong again
and in my dreams im in my room again
a ghost of 31 and the door is barred so i cant leave
wintertime in the football field
and the playground society
chain to a link fence the rusty items you know no one will ever want to steal
remind all the passersby
that yr most intrusive concepts can be made real here
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Dani Lee Pearce Denver, Colorado
nb trans songwriter orignally from the west coast
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