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mysterious stew
01:22
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Start the sound
Sound it out
Can’t recall how to pronounce
Sticky as a metronome
Ants bringing picnics home
The witch’s accountant
Has a cauldron too
A bit less scary but still a mysterious stew
Never forget
Never forget
Never forget, even unicorns need a vet
There’s a function for every function
From the grass to the judge’s pen
The judge’s pen writes what the judge meant
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primetime
01:46
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I keep thinking that there’s some other time
Blu-ray, VHS, DVD rewind
Keep it in a warm pile of acorns
Do squirrels hibernate or just do chores?
I keep thinking that there’s more
Because maybe there is…
I keep thinking that there’s some other time
Counting all the numbers that are feeling super prime
2,3,5,7,11,13, 29
Divisible only by 1 and itself
Frame it and hang it on a cozy shelf
Parachute through the roof and unwind
I keep thinking that there’s some other time
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The house is company when it feels
All alone
Flush the toilet
To hear the septic’s soft drone
Mice in the vents
Scurry to and fro
Perhaps it’s just water
Someday I will or won’t know
Will the glass ever be out of the bed?
Scattered shards from the ex-overhead
Vacuumed about 23 times
Always more pieces to find
Perhaps it will be clear
Someday I will or won’t know
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box
01:33
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Don’t wanna get there, prefer to be nowhere
Just wanna be in the car
Wanna stop moving, what’s that proving?
Yawns in kinetic jars
Headlights are brighter than they once were
Blinds on the windshield for miles
Angry at plastic, blame’s fantastic
Value what is too small
Covered in salt
No one’s at fault
Drink more water to solve
Atlantic’s gigantic
Solace enhancing
A bigger pretzel than ever dissolved
Drink more water to solve
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just today's luck
01:39
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tonenail
01:21
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Could just capture a laugh
Make it last and last and last
Mirth turns north through cheeks and brows
A comfy chair and some good old pals
Treasure within the toenail crud
Beneath the gunk perhaps it was
Percentages recalibrate from time to time
But skipping along
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enlarged to show texture
01:18
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Enlarged to show texture
Convincing to those who aren’t so sure
Perhaps a deterrent to some discerning eyes
That granulated sugar looks too square on that rectangular box of Life
The ultimate transparency
The brush of the wizard
Can see the taste like smelling Lynyrd Skynyrd
A bird likes this and a dog likes that
Cats consult the suggested serving of the nutrition facts
I’ll eat my seven chips
I don’t care what goes with it
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apple
01:44
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Supernatural asshole
I don’t mind
Running from a hassle
Takes up time
Cocoons can be tombs
Air can smell like fumes
Pins and moments can be spare
Sometimes you mean it, sometimes you swear
Cross out a few words from a page
It’s still hard to make the meaning change
Clutching on to the vaguest of hymns
Forgetting what God forbids
Between the clouds and the river we live
Between the clouds and the river we sing
Is it really so damn loud?
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here's where we ended up
01:19
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Stuffed with clues
Speaking of the moon orbits don’t feel like moves
But we can hardly choose
All the clichés that felt like light years away
Have skipped across the top of every canopy blaze
Don’t believe in predestination per say
But there are only so many outcomes at the end of the day
Might as well decide with pride
Sometimes living
Sometimes alive
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L'boar
00:58
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Dayquil for the basement’s cold
Sneezing into the hallway’s nostrils
I know it’s gross
Was the last time it spoke or the time before?
Is a carpet a floor or just the fur of some foundational lore?
I swear my feet glide across like an invasive boar where there were once buffalo
Smoothly a bore to live devoid of anything before
Or to hang on so tight and fast
Where today is a yawn in a tornado
And yesterday was a vast gasp
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4/3 pi r cubed
01:51
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Unsteady hands
Can’t help but glance
Demon doesn’t laugh
Looks past the toilet seat
With the fervor of a wind scorched tree
No more pride
Eagles still fly
One time they nearly died
Now alive but under watchful eyes
Miracles and caveats in disguise
Flat feels though reality is spherical
4/3 pi r cubed
The core to the spiritual
4/3 pi r cubed
The hopes to the nopes and every type of folks
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voice apart
01:09
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Keep missing the nail
Is there space to go over?
Will it schism itself all the way...
To the Cliffs of Dover?
Always dim lights will change your life
A mellow hunger in an unsatiated world
Clutter more when under duress
Once afraid of the shed
The ghosts of mystery have been made more dead
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reuse, recital
00:57
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I take the garbage off of my garbage that holds my hummus
And put it in the garbage
Then I take out the garbage and bring it to the garbage
Then the garbage truck comes and takes the garbage from my garbage to a bigger garbage
I finish eating my hummus and soak water on the garbage to remove the remaining food bits
Then I put it in a different, more optimistic garbage
Where the glasses are half full
But actually they shouldn’t be… or they’ll go to the other garbage
Then this garbage will probably go to the garbage of earlier
But maybe, due to some of its naturally advantageous traits
As well as luck
Survives and makes it to the slightly more optimistic garbage
Natural selection towards a more evolved garbage
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sixty degrees in january
02:08
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Sixty degrees in January
Thought that we were supposed to freeze
Wish that I were a greenhouse gas
I’d feel the warmth expand and last
The rocks and the worms will have the last laugh
Buried with a flag, some bags of oily cash
I thought I saw the snow turn to rain
Not gonna stop when there’s a new terrain
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