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DEAD MEN TALK TOO MUCH
Texture / a bastard born of polyphonic sorcery/ Self-absorbed polymath / black clouds follow me / and no I'm not sorry because a mind is a terrible thing to taste / Skyscraper / villain caper / mind control telemetry / Bump these fractal tapes and peep our Panther Modern poetry / Dermasoft / dermabrasion / cleft enclave abuser / Who's the dopest horrorshow / who's the prettiest loser / Fusion mindmeld compensate for jetpacks / fuck a rocketship / Spinner in an arc ascension / hotwire your floating whip / Phantasmagoric infographics and slasher Venn diagrams / Evaporate like nanotech GPS packages tracking packaged grams Infected entheogen / vomit on your nossphere / remain numinous / Luminous like unsigned GIFs / my thoughts enlarge the datamesh / Sing a song of Gilgamesh / pre-flood population control / Swollen like a member gets on porous border patrol / Self-appointed propagandists / high-explosive languages I'm in the cloud like anthrax / imminent like Al-Qaeda packages / Auto-add all code compiled from xenographic matrixes / I need to balance the equation / because I stink like dead waitresses / p.WRECKS and Texture flip the scripture for the liberation / All your base belong to us so submit / accept invasion / p.WRECKS - panoptic wrecks / something like a head on collision involving two 18 wheelers weighed down with the by-products of nuclear fission / with so much Surplus Substance at critical mass / anything within' hearing distance damaged by the radio active emissions of the elements / NAW i just press play to get through things I usually couldn't / without the talking too much truth on dead tapes I'd just pace around the single wide I occupy / Generation Y / Generation House flys with dilated pupils and vibrant minds just trying to scrape by / Students of the exhausted scribe / passing water pipes and distorted perceptions / Cuz the reality is most this shit / redundant / no need to read up on it to make that kind of educated guess / Don't you feel enlightened? (i guess) / Detonate Expressions / Frustrated in the realm of desolate experimentation / Where innovation goes to lie it's tired broken mind / when it becomes over whelmed by the all the lines laced into a single joint / Sanity becomes a crumbling shanty / home is where the art hangs / you should hear the shit the walls talk abouot you when you're away / for the missed companions who've fell out from the waylay before the sand filled their bass / bass / spilling a bucket of paint on a brand new canvas / "that can just be the vanishing point of the landscape, can't it?" x2 / Pack a cannon cuz fine details are usually makes the biggest mess of things / Lately try to keep the final composition as organic as possible / recipes from scratch by memory / get out the fine plastic look like we're having company / (I hope they're hungry)
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The sound of being incinerated by a heatwave. Feels like a concentrated beam of sand hits you in the chest, splattering grains like shrapnel. Amazing record. Fuck you, Adam Lehrer. I bet your podcast blows. phoebe}}}}}}}}}}}}