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JUDGEMENT DUDE
01:12
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JUDGEMENT DUDE
Attitudes have changed. I can’t imagine how anything else could feel like right now. Why can’t things go my way, why can’t things just go my way. Growing inside my guts, you spent a long time looking back, inside yourself, but all you see is an empty hole of fucked up dreams. The landmines hiding under my skin are active so watch what you say. I’m able to explode for no real reason at all.
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ESPN HD
01:41
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ESPN HD
I am all I’ve searched for. Face forward. Lose yourself in your filth. Understand “under my breath.” Realize all you wanted is life. Turn around and face the room. No longer the bright white you should be. Where is your god? Where are our god damned?
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DIRT SHIRT
02:36
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DIRT SHIRT
Amongst all the muscles a lung beats soft. Simply saying “I’m sinking or something.” Face the world alone young poet.
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WHO THE FUCK IS GIL LEWIN?
What do you think exploding feels like? I’m waiting to burst into flames so I can light you on fire. It’s these acts that pay tribute to unknown artists.
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SWALLOWING CITIES
01:30
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SWALLOWING CITIES
Get over yourself little brother living big in a big town. Small but into itself, itself, ourself, myself, myself. Mouths eating moths, decomposed into dust. I’m growing up into dust in the light, lightning lights, lightning lights turn into fireflies. Fireflies swallowing cities all the time. I swear on your grave, on your mother fucking grave, I’m swallowing cities whole and alive.
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GYPSY
01:22
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GYPSY
I see a smile hanging from my ears as i drive down the hills to a gypsy. She said, “None of us matter on this fucking planet, so taste your life.”
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CARCASSONNE
01:40
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CARCASSONE
We live for a reason. That reason is no reason at all. We swallow our words and hide our thoughts. Everyday i regret everything coming out of my fucking mouth. and i wish i could shut the fuck up.
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CHURCH TONGUE
01:14
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CHURCH TONGUE
You’ve been sleeping in. I live life on a postcard in a small town. One day I'm going to grow old and know it all. In me are bones of broken cities, ten million years old.
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MY COLORS
02:51
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MY COLORS
My colors. I’ve still got the energy not to care. I still spit and i still get sick. Where are my Joan of Arcs? My colors and my sounds are both muted. My colors. I still spit and I still get sick.
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Cassilis Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Total bullshit, mid-30's white collar angst.
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