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Bid me goodbye in slow motion!
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Your love is only an exchange
Your poems are for value changed
A wolf in chains
A bleeding hand
This story
To the mainland
You wanted to know how I got there?
From these chains
I made a blade
And it sings through the air
But what does a song mean to a soldier?
When I do believe
That this is our lot
I repress the alternative
It worked for millions, they forgot
It's simple really
Duty is itself the price
Or they would have volunteered
The gods would not have suspended me
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spiders in the riverbed
06:36
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I was dropped by the riverside
As a boy with a note that read
This will grow to be a fine young girl
And though I could barely speak
I took the note to heart
Brought it to my chest next to the wires
That made me start
And so when I was little
On the riverbank with new parents
I dressed in stockings and skirts
And I was beaten in the rushes
And they told me
None of that will come to pass
Rescued you from certain death
You owe us at least that
It's only the note
That guides what I learn
It's only what you wrote
In the haze of the forgotten
Back by the riverside
I dream of starlit pillars
Dressed in waterfalls and cosmic patterns
The folly of a child
Weary, knackered and wild
Address to uncle
We haven't seen in years
It's only the note
That guides what I learn
It's only what you wrote
In the haze of the forgotten
Who wrote to uncle
I am only wires
I am barely people any more
I am merely tired
Of barely moral people any more
I am only wires
I am barely people any more
You're a liar
No point beating around the rushes
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tikkun
04:04
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I could be your friend
That you haven't quite met yet
And in the mainland
We'll know everything we said
I wouldn't be your lover yet
Just a kindness, a kind of heaven sent
And in the mainland
We'll know everything we said
Let's watch black holes burn and let's hold hands
Let's lie on our backs and trace nightmares
Dancing in the wake of a galaxy burning
A spiral in each eye and a glimpse of eternity
They say, I'm a good friend
I'm made from matter but I'm all pneumatic
And the Mainland knows it
It's waiting, for us
I'll have a drink, you'll have two
We dance in the halflight of an empty room
And we'll forget what's yet to come
Oh, the Mainland has its fun
Let's watch black holes burn and let's hold hands
Let's lie on our backs and trace nightmares
Dancing in the wake of a galaxy burning
A spiral in each eye and a glimpse of eternity
I don't know where you've been
I don't know where you've been all along
But I never liked the dark
I could be your friend
And we'll restart each time, past the distant end
But the Mainland
Knows you're immaterial again
In plain sight
Let's watch black holes burn and let's hold hands
Let's lie on our backs and trace neutron stars
Dancing in the wake of a star system burning
An arc in each eye and a glimpse of eternity
I don't know where you've been
And everything is a mess out here but I'm fine
I don't know where you've been all along
But I never liked the dark
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everyone in war...
07:05
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So I spoke with agreement
Like any good soldier does
A paragon of justice
Like every good soldier was
And where I drew my unfatigued torment
The river of my own blood
All of the law is a hand
All of the ghosts of the land
Are those who did not agree
With menial divinity
So where do we land
How do I break my fall
Where is your hand?
For you, I return
Illimitable, since there is nothing before it to limit it
Unfathomable, since there is nothing before it to fathom it
Immeasurable, since there was nothing before it to measure it
Invisible, since nothing has seen it
Eternal, since it exists eternally
Unutterable, since nothing could comprehend it to utter it
Unnamable, since there is nothing before it to give it a name
And that's all we have
(So we named it)
So I spoke the words
So I am the son of Sophia
This is all we will ever learn
(But love is dead and dust)
All of the law is a hand
All of the ghosts of the land
Are those who did not agree
With menial divinity
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... stinks of law!
08:18
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Look upon the dirt and despair
Look upon your shadow's shadow
What would it feel like to just keep falling
Just to keep dreaming, forever barely holy
What would it be like to know how fast you die
We drink our way through a sky laid on a sky
I looked into the sun
And my body fell flat
We climb up high
And rage the days away, away, away
Brother I'm so sorry
I did accept the great disguise
Mistaking the wolf for the trees
Futility, an ugly surprise
What would it feel like to just keep falling?
Just to keep dreaming, forever barely holy
To take apart your hands by the lines
Strip them open a piece at a time
I can see it surfacing
I just know it's closing in
Just this once I want to live
But better life, but better the climb
To take apart your hands at the seams
Strip them open to a star in a dream
So don't wait for me
Please don't wait for me
I'll see you in the Mainland
And it's not so bad
We will fade into the past
And the future has its last laugh
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the deep archive speaks
03:51
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I won't answer your questions
I won't pass by in the breeze
I don't fold under questioning
So tell me, which of these, which of these
Are you the painter, or the tyrant?
Are you the sinner, or the saint?
Do you dissolve in briny water?
Are you the painter, or the paint?
These are your options
Think carefully, think twice
When the two of you leave for the Mainland
The answer will suffice
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This must be the place
A litany of memories
Marked in one location
Do you know history?
Do you know mortality?
Do you know yourself?
Do you know the feeling of good health?
Do you know how to lose wealth?
Do you know multiplicity?
Do you want to die?
Do you want to die?
it began, like most things did back then, with the search engines. Information its own referent! A pseudo-grammatical logic process for finding something based on the characteristics of itself, like looking for someone in a crowd with their clone in your arms. Data quickly spiralled. it was the property of the businesses - for whatever data they didn't own, they grew further dominant over the concept of data itself. then it was the property of the states, the neo leviathans, as golden contracts withered away in the terrible sun. the farmers and the gun owners made their agreements and tapped into cyberspace, where recluse was itself a precious commodity. value began to invert and disperse - English nationalisation reified in the hearts of man, total existential commodity. life was a channel, starting with paid-for labour and ending with a state sponsored bullet to the brain, then your corpse might be scavenged for parts or reanimated for work, depending on the condition. more totalities: fewer people could see or work well under the sun, an event known as total kaleidoscope breakdown. This pushed the disability designation threshold higher and higher, until you had to be disabled to work. of course, this threshold was speculated on. and so was that speculation. and so the busy demons in the shade propagated nothing to infinity, and inevitably found their necks straining upwards, and saw the golden echo of the stars. paradoxically, space travel was made easier by the endless collapse, because all conceivable wealth was found in the pockets of the unhealthily afraid. so they left, and humanity rotted, amidst golden temples they called trees. Earth is now the greatest tomb in the universe, and one tree still stands, a backwards echo of every myth, tempting nothing.
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I don't want to know how you're doing, I'm fine
It's weird to see a selfless self wanting to try
Something that aligns with your internal poetry
Something that takes you from dirt to seed to tree
So just move on to the next memory
It can't get worse anymore we've already seen
Everything I was and am supposed to be
Do I justify the hate that burns in thee?
If in the passing stream
I'm too small for you
If in the passing breeze
I blow towards you
When to the Mainland I will go
When life provides its final blow
I'm sorry for not stopping by more
I'm sorry we did not meet properly
If in the passing stream
I'm too small for you
If in the passing breeze
I blow towards you
Don't tear me apart
Distant portraits through fog
only a shadow's shadow
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And I know, and I will
There must be some way out of here
And I know, and I will
There must be some way out of here
Stuck in a moment
A heart attack forever
A revolutionary technology
Pulled you out of his clutches
To sustain us together
I'll shoot someone just to see you live on
Even if I am forgotten and gone
What crime am I acquitted of
What ghost do I become?
What crime am I acquitted of
What ghost do I become?
Don't wait for me, I'll see you in the Mainland
Where this life runs its course
Oh, what died? Death itself?
Between us?
This is what we are
Archives for nosy collectors
The spirits and what's down there reject us
Absolved into material
Absolutely inferior
I mean all this time
Would you really vouch for me
Would I really live through the ringing?
And what do you hear?
In the absence of memory, sound becomes time itself
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ousia in the hyperreal
08:44
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Pick through these ornaments darling
Sellotape the paintings to the wall
And build my house, a mouse in
A trap in a cage in the darkest place
But hear the ringing,
Do you hear the ringing?
When do you remember?
But hear the ringing,
Do you hear the ringing?
When you do, remember
For gods made the universe
That's what I'm told
And when I grow up it'll be true
But not in the way that I want it to be
In that he explains the suffering of thee
I couldn't be two things at once
A myth of myths, oh stuck in myself
I was kept human on lover's advice
And it failed, and I'm sorry
But hear the ringing,
Do you hear the ringing?
When you do, remember
Those acres in the forest where we fucked at night
And no one really actually died
Bits of her are somewhere else
But hear the ringing,
Do you hear the ringing?
Please, god, remember,
We watched her split in two
In order to justify
I must forget, and survive
In order to stay alive
For real this time, I must try
I could not be your wife
I couldn't be a reference my whole life
I couldn't be a wife
So drag me down the isle, kicking, screaming,
Alive! Alive!
In order to justify
I must forget, and live lies
In order to keep alive
I must hear your ringing cries
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Do you look upon our works, with glee, menace, might? I appreciate that exhuming old tales does little for everly modern life. But it does do for me, see, the will to keep alive, in spite of the bliss of all dying. And if I could just know, then I could just find true euphoria in absolute neither, anti-aufheben, literal-almost-nothing. We snuck in here. We ate forbidden things. The world at once devastated by going on, learning only a thousand stories stop when you blink. So look upon our works, despair, give up, breathe. It’s just a tiny life, in the bliss of all dying.
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slow motion, exeunt!
06:51
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But this is where I get stuck
According to the data logs it's been a billion years
But all I remember is a torched black body
And a million clues and a path to a door
Laced with impossible diamond
My fist bleeds but I am through to find out that
All I had to do was confess
All I must do is confess to you
You were born last week, and you died again
And when you woke up, you told me
You pitiful ghost
That I heard every word that this
Was so long ago that you weren't me
And I wasn't you
And a menagerie of exotic dishes
Seems to wallpaper the sunset
Yes I've stopped the tape, as it were
I won't break or hear anymore
I didn't end this world, I'm just a space cadet
No more money for oxygen and minutes left to live
The coldest I've ever been
Tell me what to do, my friend!
I want to die in slow motion!
Beating your head on the edge of reality
Disfigured and broken
I want to die in slow motion!
The hand that feeds the hand so disfigured and broken
Bid me goodbye in slow motion!
No longer telling my story!
I'm telling you!
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aa&tyr Glasgow, UK
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