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x
03:47
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wake up and sniff the seeds in the end it's nothing but meat
with a - am i nothing but commandments at an alter i don't know catalogue an info sheet did you know it's nothing but meat in a blender am i nothing but directives at a turnstile touch and go the doctor passes slowly through the aerostatic night the wrinkled wise man fishing gives him a glance aside the morning flame the morning flame the mourning the ringleader is missing in the california sun he’s a california raisin with a california gun the morning came and when it stained the glass we prayed for summer rain am I nothing but invectives on a crash course like a boomerang
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waste
04:02
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can you waste your day can you tell me your whole day is wasted I'm sorry smoke like a fish destiny calls absentee conspiracies smoke in your hair recreation plays your favorite playlist in the dark unafraid risk your children’s lungs before the sandman takes you locus a point place position interstice a stitch unfolding can I clean my plate can I sleep in a cave beneath my bed I want it
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boy
02:46
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I he was a boy he I was a child oh let the poison take me away sunshine on moon pies with dark eyes and a catastrophic stare rain slick terrific ridiculous you lost more than me
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evi;
03:22
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coming reported to coming reported for you for you so I’m falling in two illegitimate indiscriminate splitting observed by me and you or I coming redacted too coming refracted for you for you so I’m lying in truth I don't know what to say so I’m coming in two
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fun
04:33
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on an empty island on an empty road in an empty landscape in an empty home bleed on me and maybe we’ll be covered in case of emergency stuck on trashcan silences the sunset was a lie the suntan lotion sticky and confused about its job bleed on me and maybe we’ll be covered in case of emergency yellow blinker blinking but the signified is gone synesthesia simmering till yellow lines dissolve steer for me while cause I can see your telephone is on emergency lost in shifting sand land lost my hat and lost my job the vultures circle endlessly but you just laugh it off lead me into company with comfort by my side
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wanted
04:27
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something in my head reeks of gasoline and lead paint chips on the ceiling the black spots are indicative of something in my head symphony eyes an illustrative smile the mirror was cracked an abandonment before I left and woke you from the deepest slumber either of us had ever inferred could be possible something in the bed looks like casualties of bread sycophant ties an industrial size preferred instant toast the browning’s just reaction to the trench foot hoax it's blurry bummer that we couldn’t take down all the string from the poster board something in the shed smells like someone wasn’t fed bloated carcass reeling the blind spots get interpreted as nothing in the shed militant mires an entrapment surprise relinquish the ghost the chemicals won’t mix until the french toast burns, it’s funny how the accident was said to have occurred before the final stroke
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gnosis
04:22
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I surrender to the void but I don’t know how it ends luminescent but destroyed it was an interesting beginning preach a mixture of disdain and overwhelming splendor the catalyst was not a cyst but rather something stranger now we leave before the last bell rings and I will hold your hand through the glass
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seasons
03:11
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intentions aren’t forgiven until the requisition days before the change a little soft dementia provides the skill to tell ya things won’t be the same seasons never change until you forget reasons maim the soul and seasoned veterans will tell you no and yes and maybe my baby’s dead your mentions are imploding it’s something in the coding flash flood death by drink the seagulls don’t touch anything because the ketamine crashed in the days before the change seasons don’t change me please dear god no remember the phoenician the dehydration killed him so the school books say because you forget 1337 forgotten soldiers dwell within the new ground architecture forum code the road’s not dead because you forget
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coda
03:16
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wheatgrass sleeves for days cut a line in sand the only one to stop the flow the only option that we had I remember when all the tissues piled up but in retrospect I couldn’t deign to know all the ramifications of the astroturf I
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search
04:03
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there’s the man who stole my skin get a good look at him while you can there’s the man who’s soft within the frame of time in which we’re seeking there’s the man who stole my lips they’re a vague translucent purple it might seem outrageous but you should catch him before the cows come home there’s the man who stole my hat it’s a wide-brimmed indigo stetson with a pear-shaped ornament affixed to the left side, I’d never lie about this there’s the man who stole my legs one is marked with cries and whispers and the other one smells like mold I once sold it for a pocket of reptiles there’s the man who stole my back in the back of a tadpole orchard I was too distracted by the changing shapes I just couldn’t see it coming there’s the man who stole my brain it’s about the size of a briefcase with a 6pin lock it’s solid gold and I wish I’d watched it more closely there’s the man who stole socks they’re about 20 inches by 30 get a pencil, take some notes or make a sketch and disseminate it all over town there's the man who stole my coat there's the man right there
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11. |
ive
03:50
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I've been waiting my whole days but the moment never stayed
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lights
05:00
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couldn’t come with the lights on couldn’t kiss in the dark couldn’t arrange the settings of my lamp to suit your eyes couldn’t arouse suspicion shouldn’t give it away wouldn’t contain if they circumstances didn’t demand it but I command it the voice inside my mouth we flew north to justify and crucify our feelings in the park just for a gas the task we set was possible if we really put our mind to it couldn’t lift a finger couldn’t lift a glass couldn’t betray a dignified response I had to laugh couldn’t upset the balance shouldn’t tell a soul wouldn’t allay the lingering self doubt I dug a hole but it’s too short the temper we destroyed so we enjoyed the ashes of a map and shoved it right into our nose the chorus knows that the task is near impossible but if we really set our mind to it maybe we’ll claim the king and queen of fall and dance in winter rain the spring inside your watch came loose and now we’ve lost the time the weather’s fine and you’re all I’ve left so if we really put our mind to it and put out the fire the village won’t burn down the town’s in disarray but the idiot’s still beating on a drum to keep his head and we’ll join the fight and sing it wrong but if we really put our mind to it it might be possible
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the soft form dissolves Brooklyn, New York
Ridgewood NY | solo artist | psychoanalyst | post-post-new-sincerity lo-fi sadcore
IG: @thesoftformdissolves
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