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Introlude
04:03
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Ripcord Apocalypse
04:42
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Ever grateful for this fateful expedition. You can try to petition yourself off this rock, but you’re not going anywhere. Don’t mean to scare you out of your subconscious, but your ignorance (to me) is as obnoxious as your non-appetite. What could be said to the ignorant masses—“it’s the same old shit and don’t forget to put on your blinder glasses." The whole social construct has you herded like masses. Consciousness dripping from the grape tree, slow as molasses. The grass is evergreen, purple, and checkered. Speckled with eternity, freckled with chaos. A syrup of cerebral muck, collecting in a cesspool of sick. Displaced minds. Ghosts. Shadows after a bomb. That sweet sulfur calm. There are no gas masks for this one.
Salute your shorts cause it’s all belly up from here. Aimlessly walking, deserted. Unclear. Forget times of sandwiches and beer. We’re syphoning water from puddles. It’s murky, my dear. I don’t even believe this is a carbon-based planet.
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The Start Of Resistance
03:26
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Friendly Reporter
03:22
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The Bannon News Network
04:37
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Deliverance
02:19
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We don’t know if there’s an entity up there, but that was the crashing of the hand. Thor’s hammer. Stammering in the rubble, emerges a shadow from a partially mechanical bubble. The presence wasn’t seen, it was a little more subtle. Are those my thoughts I’m hearing? Are mine on blast? Is this a hallucination, will this existence ever last? Casting a clock across the galactic muck. Come on, corn head. Let’s shut this existence out of here. Exoskeleton is removal. Have no fear, for you are forever naked in your little existence and this creative is coming from deliverance.
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The End Of Resistance
00:27
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Executive Phobia
04:40
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Quiet. Quiet. Quiet.
06:00
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The Remains Of Existence
04:49
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Dueling dragons. Pageantry. If you can imagine cosmology, in the episode I roam. Combing the desert. I see shadows above me, but can’t quite make out a buzzard. Reminded of an orchard. Yeah, that’s the one that went up in flames. The women were tortured. Now a sour memory breeds a mental institution.
This reality is ever-glistening.
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11. |
The Whole Gob
07:30
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Neverending Crevasse
05:07
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Hyperbole and Alarmism
05:42
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The Death Of Fear
04:51
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Trump Expression
03:52
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In a wasteland, be an oasis. Cheers to not being a racist. Let’s sit down next to this electric fireplace, it’s getting cold outside. Artists formerly known as femnazis are watching around the metal box with a slow burning shitfire—a legacy of municipality. The whole gob, electric revolt. Paper tweets in your cellphone buzz. Electric fireplace, I see Jerry’s alien baby. Alert the locals, this is an executive order. Songs in the key of Fuck. Nosferatu Draculas tie the balloon knot. Theres pork in my hooker drink.
Cheers to not being a racist. In a wasteland be an oasis.
Drinking from puddles. The juicy foot helmet head ghostly hymns. You’ll find me a craft beer diabetic placenta bear with a finger on the pulse. Spare nipples, extra nipples, feel it out, sniff glue & paint. Baby-bird those fucking notifications. Out to the worry stones. All the cells have shit themselves, bring in the plumber. It’s a culture of kids who’s skyrocket mind-fucked brain is leaking from the ear.
Cheers to not being a racist. In a wasteland be an oasis.
Fear does not trump expression.
Spell it out. Slap your wrist. God’s shaft into eternity. My dick, my feet, my thrust muscle: it’s chaos in a bucket. That wood thing. Through mud & shit filtered into nothing, it just grew on the ground. Teach them not to bark. Spell it out.
We’re all weird here.
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Outerlude
08:13
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Veird Dunedin, Florida
Disaster Rock. 100% Improvised.
Location: DUNEDIN, FLORIDA
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