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The Golden Ratio
04:21
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citizen coping with this the current electric caused a tic. the valley floor is it where it's at in the stich. talk radio glenn beck national geographic.
haunted house magic inside all the kids wanna close their eyes hollering magic joy ride makes them feel the insides out of this world is gonna go by.
college and rhetoric facebook tim & eric. all things left in boxes so no matter what if fucking sick of these things fix it. home and homeless hardly different.
hands in the soil ear to the train track eyes on the prize the meanings don't feel closer because of it.
what is wrong with hearts tonight so many mouths repeating reflexing reacting.
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you're a rich girl and you've gone too far because you know it don't matter anyway. you can rely on the old man's money. it's a bitch girl but it's gone too far because you know it don't matter anyway. say money but it won't get you too far. don't you know that it's wrong to take what is given you? so far gone you're on your own. you can get along if you try to be strong but you'll never be strong. high and dry and out of the rain it's so easy to hurt others when you can't feel the pain and don't you know that love can't grow because there's too much to give because you'd rather live for the thrill of it all. you can try to get a along if you want to be strong but you're never gonna be strong. you'll never be strong.
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¡Perdóneme! (Car Crash.)
03:30
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brake. brake on! what happened? what's going on? crashed. we got hit. red truck. shit. fuck. oh my god. is he ok? am i alive? i feel like a ghost. back up, what happened? time went slow and came up to my ear close, said: brake. brake on.
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Jerks
04:10
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You got me by the mask string
tugging it down trying to show my face to the people
and i know it's just a girl thing
but sometimes the excuses don't out-weigh the evil
a little needle poking in my side
it's the regal status you wear with a crown
and i've tried to remove it from my sight
but i guess it's that i wear a mask and you wear a crown
we're all in white and i think that means we're going down
with the ship built to hold in our pride
or to provide shelter from the elements having rubbed our hide
the wrong way. you know what they say.
same shirt different day
i think it's time i pay
turn my dollars into change do some laundry and stray
from the trail all hailed to produce gold from hay
melt the frail fuckers limping along the way
it's a long hike to the top and we won't get there today
so let you're conscience fray who knows how long that would take
and is it even worth it to finally hear somebody spray
"you took the cake, you're the jerk no one could shake."?
won't you be the only one around who gives a shit or dares to make
a move toward your body to congratulate?
it's a bit obvious to me that a good friend is all you need
an honest word from someone who heard
your caged bird sing when you chose to have him freed
the day a little see promised to throw up a big tree
across the sky like graffiti in the streets of the cities
where i didn't grow up and neither did you and that's neat
but for all the trash we talk about those rabid dogs who compete
you're still trying to tug my mask down and i'm still grabbing at your crown
so here is something that i found.
there was this sound in the ground
felt my heart start to pound
laid my head back in the grass felt the whole world turn around (on me.)
jerks.
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Inaccessibility
03:00
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better now than later and better late than never pulling strings on fancy things and yanking down the lever on it because of it you know i'm all about it made the mask of leather machine metal bones rubber cemented together. just a small piece of the puzzle a drop coming out the nozzle a tiny fleck of insecurity the masterpiece impurity. crooked step the cobble stone foot path "perdon" the wobble blowing up phones this century mention me in your digital speak...
--hello um i'm calling you because i just saw someone walking a fucking sheep on a leash. it was a sheep they were walking it and like in the dog park area and then i kept thinking of that korn song 'freak on a leash' and i replaced freak with sheep *belchy* and then i decided that i'm crazy. and i just thought you should know. update! cell phone update! yay!--end of message. to repeat this message press one...
the rival who doesn't compete you can't beat take a breather and collect your fleet put some shoes on them feet swallow what's already in your mouth before you chew more off than you can eat. the rival who doesn't compete you can't beat.
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Kiddo
03:35
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hormones burst bright pop! sparkle in the light can't stop furrowing brow-stache connected at the brat crap-out pass out bitches on the rag mega-pixelated fags. pounds of food on the piano strings sewn up in wax paper bags keys dead notes and music gave me wings flew with icarus into the sun on skag oh ugly motherfucking hag she dug her points in and dragged but i came up spilled hot mess on myself mopped the throw up grow up and show up and raise eyelids tilted towards my shoes. kick a sick pup in the gut kiddo bruise mama said jump so i got into her booze rouge cheeks makes a martyr out of me i can't lose ask the mob ask the crews ask the cracked rubber around the fuse how much the touch of another live wire could diffuse violence within the system.
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I Don't Know Yet.
03:25
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reality is a prison but your mind can set you free with a whisper from a heroine gorgeous grasping concepts from your dreams. an arctic tundra couldn't keep me from traveling on foot to the pit of destruction where i'll camp out waiting for a fool to come by and i can snuff him out of his internal flame. i fuck with boys and it's a shame they can't light fires in my heart or my brain or my hot spots when they already came i never lie about the pain i might inflict with my teeth pinching skin of my lip. wayside memory sounds i forgot your name smoked away all those processes designed to keep a brain in the game. saddam hussein is a dead man rolling fat blunts in his grave and the lions in the winston zoo are clawing out their manes while the instinctual chemistry feeds them with fresh blood in their veins a heart that beats purposeless outside the savannah plains five fingered hands pumping vitamins rich into farm-raised chicken flesh pushed through to their jaws from a safe distance. and i guess it makes me a sissy bitch for thinking about this shit while i'm pacing back and forth in an icky shell skin and i can't scratch the muscle itch.
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Feel Bad.
02:34
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Hitting them up spitting them out a super-massive black hole sucking up spewing a quasar at the spout from where all the matter flows i'll find the shit without a doubt. cheap liquor in my gut like a soldier dying riddled with gout great legs skinny knees fat nugs stuffed in my jeans bone thugs n' harmony busting subwoofers on the baseboards wigger please you was born in oregon wimer st. douglas fir trees. pop muzak womp womp in my head it's going bomp bomp pressure on the brain feign this look on my face i say something strange but in my head it's going thomp thomp thomp muzak designed to pop a stomp stomp. sencha dreaming in the daytime sun below horizon got it going down on womp womp smacking wiki wiki whacking on the tom tom sencha dreaming in the daytime about the hard rhymes domp domping on the night crime pop muzak underscores the damned screaming skeet skeet skomp skomp and when i lay me down to sleep i'm still whistling pop muzak boxing the beat it doesn't take much to think about it it's pop muzak it's easy. while pop muzak is getting louder i'm sencha dreaming through the pressure.
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Sarah Marston Tennessee
i'm 20 years old, tall for a girl, and i don't know what i'm doing at all.
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