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Fat Harvester
01:51
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As the Neo Radical drifted into the Dreamospere darkness came upon them. One by one they accepted truth from the infinity surround. And from the darkness came a silence. A silence akin to light.
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Umpqua Valley Room
02:07
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It's only friendly when it makes me sad. It's better than you and it talks about... what's light blue and makes you cooler than cools? It talks about what separates it from the... Horsehair in a pile of brown rice. Like a needle in a stack of sharper needles. Trying hard not to pop the balloon I made for your daughters birthday. Dry Sandpaper hands, they scratch and tear at my skin. Sensitive as it is, you're a fake fuck, you're a toothy grin. It's no creature of a god of creatures. It's a solo Jones. It's a Lydia Teacher. It's a gnawed down ingrown hangnail rimmed with blood and shaking hands. It's only friendly when it makes me sad.
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Sutherlin
02:58
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You're never alone. You're with yourself always. Sometimes afraid that they might stop and ask me
Where are you going?
Well I've been away. Why are we still here?
Where are you going?
Well I've been away. Away from here.
And I know where you go. You're waiting for Sir Santa. Take your weight in gold. And I know where you go, you're waiting for...
Validation
Validate me. Act like I don't
Validate me like a toy
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Peter Parker
02:25
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I underestimate everything in my life. All my stories end so callously. Nest. Root and rest. All my stories end so...
I hope that you feel better with him inside. I hope that you don't think of me at night the way I do. I think about.... I hope that you don't touch yourself the way I do. Aggressively in spite of me and you. I crave attention. Another portrait of my life. The I don't try and I complain about my temperament. I've carried torches from the bottom of my mind. Held on to tomes that I don't crack because it satisfies me.
I underestimate everyone in my life. All my stories end so callously.
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No New Friends
02:27
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And then a ghost stepped into the picture. It deformed right before my eyes. Why are they hiding?
And when it spoke it's whisper went straight through me. And from my bones awoke the beast that lies inside. Why are they hiding?
No New Friends.
No New Friends.
No New Friends.
No New Friends.
NO NEW FRIENDS.
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Storm Joseph Angone Bloomington, Illinois
Music by Storm Joseph Angone.Nap House Studios, Bloomington Illinois. Love and Positivity. Protect the Realm. Long Live Shinzon & Wet Tail.
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