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Tribal Mask
02:44
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baby, the reception's spotty.
ch ch think it's something with my phone.
maybe imma hurt somebody...
you say that you understand. you don't.
i don't like to talk too much
because i have too damn much to say.
benzos, tequila shots.
you're asking if i'm feeling okay.
and maybe i'm not. i just want it to stop.
so i say that i'm cool. i don't want to get blocked.
then we go about our day. i put on my brave face.
but if it's all the same, i don't feel so brave.
i only need people to validate me
without the need to ask,
tell me i'm great, and compensate me
for wearing the appropriate tribal mask.
and frankly, you have every right to hate me.
if you wish that i was dead--
get bent. but also i regret to inform you
that i already am.
the news just broke: the world is woke.
the news is fake. the system blows.
is nothing real, or what's the deal?
is this normal? i don't know!
baby, the reception's spotty.
ch ch think it's something with my phone.
maybe imma hurt somebody...
i just need to vent sometimes, you know?
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Pabst the Bunny
00:53
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do you feel the mask slipping
as you're looking down your nose?
but, hey, it's a living!
or, we're not dead, i suppose.
there is value in "spooky"
as long as it's not "creepy."
who's doing the doing?
cassandra peterson, ideally...
i don't even know her, really.
maybe that isn't my choice.
rejoice! we're getting touchy-feely
and some folks might think that i'm
being serious.
when the whole thing hinges on deflection?
rather curious...
a beer guzzling pabst the bunny.
deathbed confession:
"oh, they take and they take and they take,
and i just let them!"
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turn tail and split
at the first sign or hint
of budding conflict
or disappointment.
you'll be glad you did.
a reckoning is
on the horizon,
i reckon. first lesson:
avoid it.
you could cut the tension
with a knife.
on my mother's life,
i'll thoroughly enjoy it!
the process of creating and destroying
is fucking me up so bad.
i want to be the ruler
'cause the universe is everything,
and infinitely crueler
than my dipshit fervour
for some time to think
and a place to rest,
restlessly forever.
more moving parts.
more room for error.
just impure thoughts
and existential terror.
forever,
forever,
forever.
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Shocking and Predictable
01:15
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Sleight of hand, card up the sleeve.
Oh what a tangled web we weave.
When you detect the misdirection,
You won't believe what folks believe!
As for me? I polish turds
Until I shit out shit that works.
Why would I lie? Like, really, guy.
Besides, you'd find the truth absurd.
Isn't that just what we all do?
Trust our gut on what we find true?
Sometimes life hurts. Isn't that worse?
I don't want to have to hurt you.
Gee willikers, this again!
The world is sick and cyclical
By virtue of its crooked spin,
Both shocking and predictable.
Whether it's God's love
or else a stunning lack thereof
Or even idle hands and demons,
Rest assured: there will be blood.
We can wish into our hands
In hopes that management will cave.
'Cause Patty Hearst has got demands.
I hear that's all the rage these days.
Is this even worth pursuing?
Do you really want to go there?
Let's keep doing what we're doing,
Ending up precisely nowhere.
And against all odds, we did it!
Worldwide puppy dogs and kittens!
Yet, I still have my suspicions
Nothing's changed and we don't care.
Who cares?
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Silent Prayers
02:53
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silent prayers
that anything will happen. come prepared;
you may find some action.
am i standing too close to the elephant?
from where i'm standing, i'm a hell of an analyst!
to address our dear guests: we are working on it.
'sides, we need to make room for the petting zoo,
tiny, wind-up cars, and the camera crew.
silent prayers
that something ever happens. come prepared;
open wide or strap in.
and behold! a pale white horse
whose rider we all know, of course--
but mostly just from funerals.
you grow a fondness or a hate
as you get up in years, they say.
(Psalms 2:8-10) 8 Ask of me, and I shall give thee the heathen for thine inheritance, and the uttermost parts of the earth for thy possession. 9 Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron; thou shalt dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel. 10 Be wise now therefore, O ye kings: be instructed, ye judges of the earth.
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Bratty Wampus
02:01
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insufferable in-jokes
to impress the hip folks. you
line up your ducks with such
romantic ignorance. you
smile but you don't care. i
laugh cause i feel scared,
or threatened, or nervous, or something like that.
it's nothing. no worries. why bother? don't ask. we're
burning daylight or
it might be nighttime. torn
'tween passion and comfort and like,
motivation to bother. so i
pick up the pieces. holy shit!
there's a million of them but i know that they fit
and form something much bigger than who i am now.
i don't know all the moves but i'll figure it out.
k, so, yeah, that's cheesy. intro-
spection isn't easy. and sure,
that's neither here nor there
but it sure beats complaining and total despair!
stay awhile and listen. no such
thing as productive wishin', broseph.
got a pot to piss in? don't just
sit and hold your shit in.
leave something witchy so
instinct will let them know
chuck sent you. anyway,
he says have a good day.
over the course of a
lifetime of dumb luck, the
need for a personable, personal savior
speaks more to blind faith in pattern seeking behavior.
you've really done it now. so now what?
case is closed. open and shut.
yeah, i know, it really sounds tough.
and i bet it is.
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