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I recall too long
thinkin' 'bout me
sentimental sludge of broken bees
tenement girls, sediment
the boys don't cry
you can lie
awake
and dream
you'll fight
no longer

there's a mess behind the doorway
there's an aching in my arms
superficial milo-fascia
with some fascist tendencies, I wake you
"who are you to tell me anything at all?"
that's the refrain
we share a brain, though
and the pain won't ease up
without a little work
we'll fight
no longer

there's a message from yourself to yourself
there's a message

in a rented room
with rancid riddle
and a message on the fax machine
that says to run and hide and die with valor
irrigate the pipes, fill your arms with water
if a drowning happens to occur
just let them know I saw, I came, I conquered
in the end it killed me
an amended room
with a bookcase thriller
an illustrious industrious display
of something lost, or so they say
unless you look under the dust flap cover

imitate greg lake
robots and screams
celibate but something sadly seems to be
elephant men
monstrous in bed
the boys don't die
they evolve
and waste their kin
you'll fight
no longer

incremental gains
swinging on trees
consequential sighs
a loaded freeze
requisite girls
elegant
the boys don't laugh
you can quake alone
and squeeze
you'll fight
no longer

irrigate the pipes
fill your arms with water
if a drowning happens to occur
just let them know
imitate your gods
fill a bath with semen
it's a folly to assume the wish
of your father's children
they will know your name
kill the bloodline
it's almost 12pm
kill the lifeline

there's a mess behind the doorway
there's an aching in my arms
superficial milo-fascia
with some fascist tendencies, I wake you
"who are you to tell me anything at all?"
that's the refrain
we share a brain, though
and the pain won't ease up
without a little work
we'll fight
no longer

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from return of the foul beast, released May 24, 2023

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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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