1. |
Little Girls; Preparing
03:29
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Little girls preparing for their tests, I suppose
An awful effort, misdirected.
But maybe that's not fair.
The world adopts new tones and hues
where thoroughfares collide -
Why do I care - I need to get moving - why do I care?
Motion is key.
Little ropes serve to secure the boats
I guess.
Their grips often seem tenable.
... Or maybe I meant... tenuous?
I shift my diet more toward fruits
and note
that my nausea subsides.
Why do you care if I eat like a man or what man could be?
...That's not what I mean.
Little. Emitters. De-tect what I’m doing
and even know when I’m done.
Give me a week in a satellite - that would be...
Fascinating.
(And yes, it would also be, “Fun,”
But you knew that.)
Why do you care? I need to get moving.
Why do I care? I don’t mean to be flippant?
Why do I care?
Why do I care?
Motion is key.
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2. |
Commands As Courtesy
04:37
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Anticipation is a beautiful thing.
What will the first one be like?
Have you been thinking about it?
Describe to me your feelings, if you can.
I understand, it’s early;
You can’t articulate yet.
And:
Oh. If pillows. Could talk.
They would gargle.
The gallons.
Of yearly perspiration. (per spear ration) (purse peer ration)
And:
The super.
imposition.
of color.
upon.
Clean surfaces!
Is absolutely baffling.
[Offer commands as courtesy.
Offer the courtesy we demand.
The courtesy we demand.]
And it’s easy to say when you don’t know the stakes.
Ohhh, among them place ecstatic nights
Confusion
And a co-old breeze.
And it’s easy to say when you don’t know the stakes!
Avoid meaningful contact
Don’t
Look in this direction
Please.
And:
May your first be your worst
and your
Second be your new worst
and may every
Subsequent set a record that no one wants.
This I pray.
And may your first be your worst!
And your second be your new worst!
And may every subsequent set a record that
no one wants:
This I pray.
Ooh.
[Offer commands as courtesy.
Offer the courtesy we demand.
Offer commands as courtesy.
Offer the courtesy we demand.
The courtesy we demand.]
The courtesy we
Demand.
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3. |
Now, Lady
03:48
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Now, lady, do I need this?
Does your air -perforce- need to be mine?
I’m bent on hashing this out.
Are you with?
Now, lady, do I need this?
And are you sure?
You like the jokes, and I like the looks,
and on “th -ings”
We’re bound.
To agree.
The sudden integration of another into one’s life certainly belies initial reasons and reveals how desperate we are,
That in the presence of a stranger, we would give up what we know for what we hope.
!
Now, lady.
What do you think of the natural pattern of pairs?
Have I fought the filter tree to find I am wrong?
Now lady, bear me through
the keycard door!
I don’t want to walk!
And you look like you need a task.
[?????
Sing:
“Mine for gold. Mine for gold.”]
You will do now.
Lady, forgive me.
You know!
(But surely, you do not!)
Pull through now, lady, and give me:
at least a seventh of what you’ve got.
Abandoning the “all” err for the sacramental daze.
Peruse the magazines and shun the photos.
The internet will tell you how to replicate their feats
and strip the Greats
of all their dignity.
What for?
Hope.
Hope??
Doorway noise is amplified and thrown across the room.
Keys strike metal floor-frame, and we all jump. Even outside.
The viscous hits the hand;
Curves, settles.
Queries what I’m doing here,
And I hope
That I’m not
Settling...
Any more than I think I am. Any more than I think I am.
Any more than I think I am, anymore.
Any more? Anymore.
Any mo - ore?
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4. |
My Focus
04:10
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If made sacred through exception,
then further breaks
All the more
Sacrosanct.
May I request that you not dwell on this for too long?
A step or two at most
from where
I started is
The most in which you could deal.
Light -
Dee - light
The green deck end: the others, too obvious.
If I am made considerate toward reading lists, then
I shall not recount my own.
I shall not condescend.
If I do not recount my own,
how can I recommend?
I shall not recount my own. No, I shall not condescend.
If I do not recount my own, then how can I recommend?
Oo-ooh, my focus, mm mm.
Mm mm, my focus, oo-ooh ooh.
Mm mm. My focus. Ooh, ooh ooh.
Mm mm, my focus, oo-ooh ooh.
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5. |
More Value (Prechog)
01:12
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"There's more value in a glance."
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6. |
Equipment!
04:22
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A tone shift’s no good for my image.
Not now.
I separate from my source.
Can the source be discovered as faulty?
And implications of the “one true,”
have been too haste-
Too hasty.
And we applied our very best minds to the task.
The initial results aren’t looking good.
No, the initial results aren’t looking good.
No...
If everything else is being
Recontextualized (apologies for the absolutes, I’m allways misusing these)
Could not I be in need
of a
Recontextualizing?
There’s a feeling I’ll be better off...
[Reiteration.]
Ah.
Ooh, Equipment!
- if you’re able -
Return to arms!
Ooh, Equipment, if you’re able, return to my arms.
We laughed a lot in child ???,
- blistered maturations burst -
- so soon do those I dance with die -
- never had another animal for which I cared -
- so soon do those I dance with die -
So soon do those I dance with
Pass
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7. |
If You Insist, We'll
02:04
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(dance)
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8. |
Run It On Repeat
02:16
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This is the press.
One’s recognition that the cables
stretched
Are whining, throbbing, generating
Energy.
In a form, before avowed, but never known.
This is the pressing.
This is the merge.
Two acquiescing to the
“rather not”
that’s sinking,
now insinuating
dominance.
Two spots remain of a polka-patterned life.
This is the sinking!
This is the doubt!
This is the
Greater Worth Through Aspiration™
Too much trust in ‘terpolating
Digits!
When only numerals belong here.
...Erh?
When the skin goes slack, the texture is revealed.
And when the skin
goes...
slack
The texture is revealed.
and When the disc spins up,
We’ll see the solar energy
Go to waste upon her skin...
(euuugh)
As two, in tongues,
proffer and yawn,
There need be no conclusion.
This could end right here!
and I would run it on repeat.
Run it on repeat!
Run it on repeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAH
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9. |
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Here come the reactions, just as soon as it’s begun
The rustle, reposition, and disregard for passers.
Having just met, must project upon each other certain preset
Agéd with’ring triggers, and agreements to agree.
Agéd with’ring, to agree.
And that’s two very deep breaths.
(??)
If lace, dangling, interferes,
Forge onward.
Get it open.
Settling, bar distractions, let breathing supplant speech;
The flip and tawny racket take the joyfully decried
Synchronous new heartbeats, work to stifle the reply,
Locate blooming triggers and affirmance, loud and free.
Locate, blooming, loud and free.
The perch and gleeful playstrikes lead the way to purer tones
and Tensions than this family gen’rally knows.
Is the Dee-light fading? Let me see it, let me see that look.
Couldn’t help but crack and let the press persuade.
and That’s two very deep breaths.
(silence)
If lace, dangling, inter feres
Forge onward.
Get it open.
And that’s true, merry freeforms.
Don’t now get too close.
No more lace to enter... <fear>...
Press onward!
And there is more value in a glance
Than circumstance allows.
Oh, now look upon me.
Don’t release yet.
[the plucking, and the snap.]
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10. |
Brilliant This.
03:36
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Simple contrast makes you sound, oh, so clever,
I know.
A reversal kills two lines.
Playing with phrase?
Don’t play around anymore.
Stick to your wits, contrive not to be so
Subtle, again, is not your strongest point.
I want to make myself really clear.
You’ve said enough.
Now, say it all.
You’ve said “enough;”
Now say it all.
Over-reiterate
(oh)
to the point, oh, Oh!
It’s obscene!
Over the shoulder,
unable to...
unable to
Stop! Stop! Stop!
And
Untrained I,
Convinced by the page
Am taking this scripture to heart.
Untrained I,
Seduced by the Page,
Am taking this fiction apart.
Awake, awake, awake.
Awake, awake, awake.
Awake, awake, awake!
Preservation is the loftiest of goals.
Why should preservation be so...?
Preservation is the lo-fi-est of goals.
Why should preservation be so
Overrated.
More to the point, oh, oh, it’s obscene.
Over the shoulder, unable to -
Unable to stop, stop, stop!
And untrained I,
Seduced by the page,
am taking this scripture to heart.
Untrained I,
Seduced by the Page
Am taking
This fiction...
I’m taking...
This Fiction...
Untrained I, seduced by the page, am taking this Fiction to heart.
Untrained I, seduced by the Page, am taking this scripture
to heart.
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11. |
Permanentangles
03:53
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To further explain:
You have to really hold it.
This time “it” refers to:
Any fragment of airy, detached n stance when we put down our clocks and mannerisms and simply enjoy the presence any body could provide.
Provide.
And mired in the finalmente.
Soothing... closer.
We produced these sounds,
without the tune.
Without reserve.
And “Don’t rush away!
We fit so well!
We’ll press and cover up what
Ruined everything,
(What we should wash off)!”
Of course, you wonder
Why ‘we fit so well.’
Lest I forget the notes on my hand,
You repeat. You repeat.
The martyr, instruct. Don’t let me simplify. Shouldn’t the title, “Certainty,” make sense more of the time?
We’re parallel to other pairs acquainted.
Together, we’ve evaded permanentangles.
Or!
The wind hadn’t changed yet.
...Or the wind hadn’t changed yet.
Mired in the finalmente.
Soothing.
Closer.
Mired in the [???], soothing closer, we produced these sounds without the tune, without reserve.
And “Don’t rush away! We fit so well!
... We’ll press and cover up what ruened everything, what we [should] wash off!”
Of course, you wonder
Why ‘we fit so well.’
Lest I forget the notes on my hand.
You repeat. You repeat...
Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.
RepeeeeaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHH!
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