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Matthew McCann
- Lakeville and S...
- Last Record: 2011-11-06 05:00:40 -1000
- Joined: Jan 07, 2010
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no mercy even if you're listening i'll never stop recording everything their sayings sounds so familiar, it feels like i wrote its sewing machine technology into a stone or something i hit myself in the forehead until the words were embedded, but they faded i'm sorry if it hurts i apologize, i didn't realize you felt it too i'll be a little more gently sipping tipping toeing arounding the butterflies wings are many colors but this time i only see yellow she wasn't scared sis, did you see how close i got did you know i was there? i could feel something, i thought maybe you had something to show me but somone's things are not necesarily carrying mine and the words getting scrambled, so i think maybe ill stop moving my fingers, at least for a little while they're doing all thge talking tickling the tendrils, every time it feels the tune i tuned the strings jsut right, at least to my standards the e is twice as deep as the next one. he play the--{ sam e-notes into a trumpet or maybe not maybe i like the saxaphone today i cut my head off, can you lead me to the water? wheres your head? i lost mine too well were gonna have to find someone with eyes to get us there
cuz i cant see [can] you? oh wait yeah, just take your mask off. everythings cool. we can see, but dont tell them itll be fun see if they notice anything maybe we'll run away like i said we'll go camping every day, pitching tents in new locations when the wind blows we wont mind the vibrations of the her curtains, they're protecting us from the worst of it be thankful believe that everything painful is worth it and if you take it with the even more worse curses in these verses i won't use em though i'll let you fill in the blanks for yourself, is this pleasant? enough already i know you'r elistening i don't need to be bashful anymore and the top top tip top losers make thir mouths drop to the floor vaccum suction get every last piece of dust off the floor. is this cool, i'm just gonna describe exactly how i cleaned my room, you will see, nothing's hidden it's all out in the open, everythign where i need it everythign exactly where you can see it, can you see anything suspicious,yeah i thougth maybe, i'm pretty sure you've always known and I don't need to say anything It's cool I've stopped smoking I know you were worried, all that smoke drawing attention, but what do you think I've been doing, I get scared sometimes, when I think about fire, but
because i've seen what they can do with it, that's enough it woke me up but i personally won't be flying in any plains unless i'm walking with my own feeling the grass between my toes it's always been greener over here by the mountain the sleeping bear snoring a little louder than i can bare skin and hunched backs the cracks whithin collecting dirt it's breaking now. the dirrt fills it in the water soaks the dirt turning to mud sealing the crack no one will ever know you were there except for the mud in your hair it give you away take a bath, get the dirt out i bought you a gift card, you know where to go.
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We made our sand castles by the lake,
connected by streams and rivers, spilling into our private cove. Then she said to me, quite plainly, "I wish there were no bad things in the world," with all the wisdom of a seven-year-old. |
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Dreaming in the digital
Abstracted pixilated dream image
Colored pixels across the face correspond with notes in a music matrix
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CUT OUT YOUR F[or]KING TONGUE
maybe he’s lost the language maybe he’s just stuck repeating maybe the words don't sound right in his mouth anymore
or maybe I’m a million miles high and by the time they fall on your ears, baby they've traveled too far and their meaning's obscured in the flaming debris of their tail and the crater left behind only wreckage a reminder of every time I’ve ever failed
and the charred remains will be a wonderful raw material to work from saves time and money cleaning up your own mess but I need to express some things meanings that can't be accessed through the beating of drums and twiddling thumbs
how do you get through the doldrums? can I get a raw sum? can you quantify the value of every second I’ve spent hoping you would hear what I’m trying to tell you
but most likely I’m speaking nonsense and I’m just a step behind[or more[most likely more]]
and I just missed the last train out of here and I don't even know where it's going but I needed to get on it, and now
again
I don't know about now
now
and to tell the truth I don't think you do either
I’m gonna take a wild guess that neither of us by the end of this whole thing will even remember what it was I was talking about
comforting huh?
it’s suddenly not such a big deal anymore when you lose the key then lock the door
that’s why I create my own folklore because then maybe you’ll picture something more than the images they’re putting in your heads and have you squirming late at night in your beds
what’s the thread count of your sheets? oh 1,000? yeah me too, I’ve a thousand more that I adore more than my kids or this whore I married yeah all those kids she carried I’m in their heads long after I’m buried and yeah that should make you worried now the lines are getting blurry I think it’s time we started purging
ourselves of everything that they’ve been bringing to the table I’ve been pealing back the labels aren’t you sick of eating the same old shit it makes me sick that’s why I’m so quick to the point of vomiting out everything through my finger tips now gushing out from behind no longer pursing lips
I put my hand upon your hip and when I sip you sip
I slip inside your mind and gently rip what I can find that has been limiting your perception of time
DNA was made to be rewritten. Have you not heard of evolution. Rewrite your story. take control I’m gonna be there when you let go.
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(spot light on)
(clears throat) Consider this: (pause) A bi-polar bear... (pause) Now consider this: (pause) A bi polar bear... (steps away from microphone, out of the spotlight) |
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There lived a tiny man
in a tiny house, but not a lone, with a tiny mouse. Had tiny feet with tiny socks that he kept in a tiny box. The tiny box, had tiny locks so tiny socks could not be lost. The tiny mouse ate tiny cheese, but not the tiny man, it made him tiny sneeze. The tiny leaves in the tiny trees rustled in the tiny breeze... caused by tiny mice... cutting tiny cheese. |
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I live in a world where joy comes in electric boxes
where everything is stinky garbage where we speak in one line catchphrases and everyone is convinced that the spotlight should be glued to their ass hole
where no one knows how to live properly and we are constantly finding new ways to distract ourselves from our fears
i live in a world where culture is spread through electric boxes
where everyone is a potential suspect where danger lurks around every corner and every public space has been sprayed with hand sanitizer
where everything is an advertisement for itself we're a parrot in front of a funhouse mirror crying about how fat we are, stuffing ourselves with crackers
i live in a world where children are raised by electric boxes
where everyone is special where god eventually replaces santa and no one can ever really be sure what to believe
where everyone's a winner but no one realizes we're all losing sight of what's real
i live in an electric box where nothing is mine
i may have pissed all over everything in here but the claim i stake and the things that i make
with my hands and in my mind i will someday leave behind
perhaps i'll store them all in electric boxes
and THEY will live forever
and I will live forever
and WE will live forever
in electric boxes.
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