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The Many
03:38
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I can see fear in your eyeballs. I think you are thinking too much. You won’t know if it’s cotton or something evil that can cut. You can’t look, but you can touch. Last chance, don’t sleep on it. Don’t sleep on it, we want your children. Don’t sleep on it, he said to me. Never had to walk this far before. Mental circuitry has rotted the whole body to the core. Dry verses are making you pout. You’ll get used to it when you hang out. Don’t try to scurry on by me. You know that there are many others like me. Last chance, don’t sleep on it. Don’t sleep on it, you turned on me. Don’t sleep on it, I’m not crazy. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is. I want you to know what love is.
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Bought To Be Destroyed
03:29
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Light cancer creeping cross my digitized frame. Blockhead, I can’t stop you from doing you in. Fingers trembling, the same movie over again. Don’t want one thing to do with you, settle in. Your elephant’s foot so disturbing yet I want to learn its properties for the good of humanity. Studying your movements and actions so closely. I can replay it through my own body. Well, I can do it for you only if nobody’s watching. You’re sat back in the chair, so aware yet so accepting. How many times have you gone through the same repeating motion this week because of my remote controlling? Click what don’t click, throw it out, take it out back now. I don’t want this kind of power, another human being. Five to one crystal clear destruction. Scratch up your face until your family can’t identify you.
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Spit In The Eye
03:31
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It’s a sad evil. It’s all I can perceive. Don’t even have to lift a finger. Spit in the eye to see. Experience to the side what’s it like to the side, and feel the blight to cross lines. I know what it’s like to see blind. You do that thing. Why? When the whole world's watching, why try? So you can let your love radiate. Hey, thought you were supposed to keep quiet, thought you’d be ashamed. Holed up inside little room bit lip chewing fingernails, hug the pillow. Knotted mess, let me unfurl it. Walk away, cry to send over the eyelids. Invade a nation state just once, it won’t hurt a bit. This is what I see: Taking it back, your superficiality moves, they kill me every time you sue me. Knocked back, subtle smile. But I’m still counting tiles while your mind gaze screw me over. Thought you’d try. Why? When the whole world's watching, why try? So you can let your love radiate. In the countryside where the widest skies go, that’s where we will be, congested with marrow. Let your love radiate, let seep into the soil.
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I Don't Like Mondays
04:13
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[Look 'em up]
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Sophia Swengel Kent, Ohio
The girl of your dreams.
Official webpage: personal.kent.edu/~sswengel
Blog: transmissionsfromthebattlefield.com
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