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Stuff Stuff is in our blood, a stain on Slugging around, these sad star so Stuff is a stuffy word that’s emba ... Stuff is what saves us - but stuff 1
New-vital Are we conducting a robot? To write off our life slosh, As we detach to explore... Are you scared of the person behin The sweetness of them, supple, sin
Black screen wake Wake up to a black screen... A smooth spectrum of feeling. An idea of life. In dream dungeon decay... Wake up again...
Soul Trespasser Soul trespasser... You long for splendour... You are one of those who yearns fo You’re remembering someone’s secre A child that partied all night, be
Drift Dots We’re drift dots... Our bodies are bulletins behaving With nowhere to hide, we’re learni With half our child’s eye missing, Here, these humble bumble bees, cl
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Our Turn Cut the flesh upwards, Bend your bone cot. Be aware of everything, Soul scissors don’t stop... Our oceans stay so iron sweet,
Lichen Crystal You work in strange buildings that A smelly half smile, with capsule You keep the divide well, healthy, For those who see straight through All of you is lizard leather, shoo
Hail Weather If matador is both macho and adore Where are we in this chapter? If peace is both picador and savio Stepping stone and tablet... Why can’t we capture?...
Space Grey Migraines Space grey minds – made complicate These hotel mind-mansion muddled m Bouquet of the fitting brain, these silverfishes, odd souls, und forge their separate ways -
The master’s Weakness Nails of the master’s reach... No way out, no returning to innoce The bullied beat, the bullied beat Knife of the master’s heart we twi Nails scrape for us... but it’s us