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Olfactory Road
04:28
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I could smell her perfume in the air,
I never envisioned bloodshot and muddy Midwestern mornings,
Strung-out, suicidal somewhere on the I-80 corridor,
Her perfume lingers as nostalgia floods the last of my drowning senses.
Gas station meditation,
An icy road ahead,
Chain gang on the county line,
I remember what she said.
Funeral cars,
Cadillac baby,
Silver surfer diners in the wintertime.
And it's all just a memory now,
No one remembers when we were around
And it's all just a memory now,
No one remembers when we were around
Metal on metal,
A violent meeting of man and machine.
Separation of life and limb,
Time moves on with or without me.
And it's all just a memory now,
No one remembers when we were around
And it's all just a memory now,
No one remembers when we were around
I watched as the sun settled gently on the Western horizon,
A blazing beauty only able to survive separate from the human condition.
And I smiled,
I smiled as the summer wind drifted her perfume in my direction.
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Amorous Ontology
04:18
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Eyes of oil, bones of glass,
An automatic assumption of all life lost.
Light of my heart,
Light of my life,
Light of the soggy basement laundry room,
Dim, strung up by a single frayed knot,
Noosed like a hangman's rope.
Oh Mr. Suave Executioner,
Leave my sadist tongue on a pole of sin in the underbelly of abandoned churches, Nuns in seductive lingerie blessed by the father feast on long stringy strands of pickled pork, as the id of the self salivates in orgasmic spasm of the most primitive form.
Sucking of the tailpipe of corporate America,
Eyes glaze in acidic valley winds,
Bodies burning in upside down fashion,
Obtuse wavelets of nervous energy.
Buildings erect from fleshy pink phallus vomit of urban gentrification,
Brain matter seeps into polished linoleum floors.
Sage burns in the bathroom of God's guesthouse,
HIs mistress lies naked on the floor.
Blood soaks through three layers of lead lined paint,
Pooling in thick bubble sacks,
Waiting for a curious needle point to prick,
With narrow ends stuffed under dirty fingernails,
Nailed to the splintered cross in a bucket of rotting fish flesh.
Anti-freeze evening cocktails,
80's smut casket calligraphy,
Acrid flesh freezers thawing out,
And the lingering taste of amorous ontology.
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Zeitgeist Youth
01:49
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Acronym on a neon sign fades in and out of life as I dodge streetlights,
Austerity bleeds cash,
Doors enhance fear,
Guillotine Heisman instructs jaded knowledge.
Lady Madonna,
Neptunes ophelia reigns supreme,
Tentacle underbelly viscous white,
With xanthic yellowed zebra stripes.
Experimental zeitgeist youth Xerox warpigs with violent ultra-human temptations.
Sacrificial rodenticide operations lead to neurotoxic manifestation in lewd kalewives.
Justified infestation harbors golden freckles encased in diamond corpse bouquets, with an angel dust fragrance left behind.
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Blue Lights
04:18
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Blue lights and broken memories,
Another night ripping at my seams.
Blue lights and broken memories,
I can't believe the way you talk to me.
Blue lights and broken memories,
You stripped away what you meant to me.
Blue lights and broken memories,
Im on a cliff but you aren't next to me.
Blue lights and broken memories,
Anxiety is all you gave to me.
Blue lights and broken dreams,
And all I see is what you made of me,
Another night, such strange complexity,
Anxiety, it's all you gave to me.
Another night, another broken dream,
Blue lights ripping at my seams.
Another night, another broken dream,
I can't believe the way you talk to me.
Blue lights and broken memories,
You washed away all you meant to me.
Blue lights and broken memories,
Im on a cliff but you aren't next to me.
Blue lights and broken dreams,
And all I see is what you made of me,
Another night, such strange complexity,
Anxiety, it's all you gave to me.
Blue light,
Blue light,
Blue light,
Blue light.
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Silent As Fish
04:15
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Late last May a woman from the CIA became inquisitively pervasive in my social life,
A sedated auditory illusion of her pure but fragile mental state.
Side effects of societal constructs.
Silent as fish and taught with a guilty virtue,
She was swinging from the loosely bolted chandelier.
A habit she had picked up after a strange 2 week binge on Klonopin that left her breaking vending machine glass at a used Honda dealer.
The trapped Twix bar hanging in convinent car purveyor purgatory.
A symbol of her own vulnerability triggering something she hadn't shown to anyone.
Stripping naked in a fit of pure imagined rage,
She slowly approached the showroom floor.
Engulfed in a putrid flame of dried excrement,
She rose from the ashes of her former body,
Flapping the ominous wings of her new hosts unsettlingly large corpse.
Still and silent as sleeping fish,
She waits with a captive irreverence outside the funeral parlor,
Dread hangs hauntingly in her dead pan smile,
Eyes of resistance to emotional comprehension,
Existential despair of existence left unkempt.
The doors of the hall fly open just as her eyes begin to tear with a viscous black tar.
Funeral attendees scream in retched horror,
Blood pooling in their scarred and shallow throats.
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Suburban Diner
03:40
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Insanity curtailed by a lovers eye,
The burning of the sole yellow light emitting from the candle of the table in the foyer.
Shadows of souls once shared,
A distance of strangers hangs heavy in the air.
The hum of a distant car passing on the highway,
Cuts through the silence like an unexpected crack of thunder.
The suburban sprawl,
Come share a smoke with the silence before the beckoning call of a forced "hello" at the pastry counter of your local diner.
The ominous hand of time sits with bated breath,
Applying a cherry red lipgloss to the mouth of Mother Nature.
You watch in awe as time teeters on the cliff of disillusion.
Faster!
Faster!
A safe home inside her arms,
Up for rent 2 weeks after an eviction notice.
Hung with a knife on a fragile heart,
Hide the pain,
Pity is not the purpose here.
The nigh swallows me like an adderal capsule at the start of an evening bender.
2 days later,
The suburban diner finally caught fire.
Faster!
Faster!
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Johnny Salamander
04:27
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Now Johnny don't know nothing,
But he loves his salamander.
Electric blue with orange spots,
His mother gave him cancer.
Upperclass uranium,
Atomic skin with red hot flesh,
It never failed to greet him with the sewer treatment breath.
Intensity increases,
Fission funeral at the door.
Home laboratory blown,
The feds were hiding in the floor.
Sauerkraut and salmon sandwich garnished with a spore.
Now Johnny don't know nothing,
Like his mother used to say,
Bleeding eyes and silver skies,
No riding bikes today.
A daughter born of dehydration never feels to well,
But beauty held in moldy glass gets Johnnys empty shell.
Razors, jerk the handle from a suicidal gaze,
Volunteer, but have no fear cause deaths on holiday.
And Johnny,
He don't know nothing.
Now a deli counter life disaster,
A 7 foot, cold cut cadaver,
And Staten Isle's frozen over,
Tell hell to wait,
They pulled him over,
But Johnny don't know nothing,
Like the mailman used to say,
Cerillium on Eastern Shores,
Gelatinous Johnny plays.
Now Johnny speaks in shredded tongues,
Amphetamines,
Amphibian,
Mutation of the setting sun,
A cocktail of plutonium.
Cataclysmic car converter,
Electrostatic magnetic leather,
It's just another victim of Johnny Salamander.
And Johnny,
He don't know nothing.
Nothing
Haha
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Omettaphobia
05:28
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Distraught fallacies of divine intervention,
From a noose tied tight around reality's neck.
Sudden thoughts of the all seeing eye,
A spacial violence,
The ocular dismemberment.
"There's no way of knowing"
The man missing eyes struggled to reply.
The words drifting through the thick humid air,
Like fish trapped in spilled oil.
No way of knowing,
What lies inside those eyes.
No way of knowing,
What lies inside those eyes.
There's no way of knowing,
What lies inside those eyes.
No way of knowing,
Eyes lie in a cacophony of personal deception.
My strained mind collapses,
Giving in to the crushing weight of brutal realization.
Concrete faces with static eyes alive,
The world stares unforgiving,
There's a death inside.
Silence falls on the attentive crowd,
Blanketing reflective echoes like plush powdered snow.
Uneasy,
The eyes begin to swallow me,
The words rattle through my hallowed skull,
"There's no way of knowing"
What lies inside,
The captains eyes,
The hangman eyes,
The pastors eyes,
The liars eyes,
The eyes of sin,
Realize,
Eyes of lies,
Some time,
Eyes of lies,
Eyes of lies,
Eye of lies,
Realize,
Eyes of lies,
Eyes of lies,
Eyes,
Omettaphobia
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