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brass ego low: March 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Monday, March 28, 2016. The Company Dime (lyrics). They found a cure for what you're feeling,. Racing thoughts and non-believing;. A way of life to keep the poor from feeling poor-. A drug to keep the masses half-asleep,. And the dealers aren't hustlers on the corners anymore. They're selling white fences and SUVS. In superstores, and on TV,. You'll never have to wake from the American Dream. Well I'm not buying! They found a cure for politicians.
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brass ego low: June 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Tuesday, June 7, 2016. Gaslit ignition of a tender spark. Now a flame to tease poetry's wheel aspin-. The ballad flickers like one of. Projected white and dizzying. On the mind's big screen,. No current to coast. Reaching for the buoy of a theme. And a phrase turns over. A phrase turns over. A phrase turns over. Waveless like a moon starved sea. Pale pages to pale light and. A curse of the tongue. Or a slave to editing's defeat?
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brass ego low: July 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Saturday, July 23, 2016. The Bad One (lyrics). Been awake for miles,. Got a few more hours to go. Can't see the sights. Only thing I'm sure of is the moon,. And even that's too far. Replaced all the stars with satellites. Ignore all the signs. Close my eyes, I'm dreaming like a dog. Have I lost my mind. And what do I do when I'm alone? The walls pulse,. There's a shortage in the circuitry. While cast out to an ivory tower. I wanna go home.
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brass ego low: Pussy Grabs Back (lyrics)
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Thursday, December 1, 2016. Pussy Grabs Back (lyrics). Girls to the front. Don't stand so close to me. Loaded knuckles spiked with keys. I never asked for enemies. But choice still aint an option. No time for saying sorry. It's time to take back the night. It's not a threat to take up space. It's not our interest to divide. When you're asking us to die. Or to give up what is mine. We're not settling for less,. Take back the night.
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brass ego low: The Bad One (lyrics)
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Saturday, July 23, 2016. The Bad One (lyrics). Been awake for miles,. Got a few more hours to go. Can't see the sights. Only thing I'm sure of is the moon,. And even that's too far. Replaced all the stars with satellites. Ignore all the signs. Close my eyes, I'm dreaming like a dog. Have I lost my mind. And what do I do when I'm alone? The walls pulse,. There's a shortage in the circuitry. While cast out to an ivory tower. I wanna go home.
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brass ego low: On Nihilism
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Thursday, August 25, 2016. I won't yet mention. Forging 'semblances of face,. That old stranger god,. Head of the court dance,. And too fond of threes. The curse of caught,. Confined me with bones. Til first I returned. To earth naked as a worm. As the dark water of oceans. Cracked from bug husk. And stood from crook'd knee,. Free from a before. Placid on an after. Perhaps another time,. All that's beneath me. I precipitate into cloud.
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brass ego low: January 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Sunday, January 24, 2016. But what of the stars. And the thumb nail moon. When we've bottled light,. Trademarked and sold it. In America's big cities. Disguised by the alphabetic. Sigils of daytime TV. And other houses of lords. Who wish to control the. Ways in which we glow-? The Magnetic Purity of Before. All in yellow went my moon waning. On waxen downs of brightness. The dark soft nightspeak. To the bright bud of morning. They turn to bourbon.
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brass ego low: February 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Monday, February 29, 2016. For he, the only to ask. The wind still bites on these. But I pedal my machine. Heavy 'gainst the blow. And swerve something keen. Mind set only on road. So close it could kill me. Remembering not my pumping. Knees or blocks to go. Hot pepper burns wreckless. And I let the dizziness. Of road lead me home. On a stream of numbing speed. Thursday, February 18, 2016. The sun runs through. Warm as golden years. Don't wanna ...
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brass ego low: August 2016
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Cleansing through projections, dreams, orgasms, and crying. Thursday, August 25, 2016. I won't yet mention. Forging 'semblances of face,. That old stranger god,. Head of the court dance,. And too fond of threes. The curse of caught,. Confined me with bones. Til first I returned. To earth naked as a worm. As the dark water of oceans. Cracked from bug husk. And stood from crook'd knee,. Free from a before. Placid on an after. Perhaps another time,. All that's beneath me. I precipitate into cloud.
