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by Bad Chapter

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and when I'm slow forever, i'll die slow; I think you might be hiding from that in your greenhouse, no ? Wrap me in glass that hasn't broken yet, i'm living, growing fast— up and out I wrote a few leaves that have yet to touch the glass little rustles can't be heard looking outside in, even with ears pressed fast— Oh god, I was one space ahead of all my other lines V-I you've got me fucked and chained to one way to write I'm not joking around; this is a way to make a living see Fighting what everyone else does just cause it's done differently skill set pulled back for another failed grade raise my hand through a puppet mouth and finally say it's a living joke -- don't even know someone half broke swimming in the spit of my peers; finally open my eyes I see the drowning folks Im laughing at the gist that this isn't a pool so much as a cleverly masked pit, my heart picks up the recently boarded bro scent prowling boys with real estate affairs and concurrent school events save me 10 grand on my almost executed city-shack cookie-cutter investment oh my god! after you pick up, call me, here's my number, let's talk easy rent. I think I'll have to crank up the jams, for my little heart skips a beat at the thought - rubbing gum in your hair no stomach for it, no the saliva to part maybe take my peeling finger nails; I'll find some to spare peeling back myself in half and laugh and listen all the way home you're mouth and your money kissing keep my tired head turning slow maybe I'm the enemy with you guys though, maybe I haven't thought this through i'll make you coffee when we wake up in the morning, trouble free, did you say? you bring the pepper to a life of soupy post-evolution pre extinction stew yesteryear feels old, but a fortnight or a moon is nothing to living day to day boo.
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Surfacing 02:30
Toll road, oriole, im rising from the swamp tonight my best friends might be buried in snow, alive doubt they said much, even the whisper of a husk of words received as reprimand, saying almost something to Nick the boss and with his shovel already in hand, backyard snowy and ready for some fucked up plans it's saturday and my boss is burying me alive I've got plans for tomorrow -- living and trying to rise smell the water a little like dead leaves go to charlie's party got told it was the best for me i don't know what's best for me, clearly, maybe i should be coughing up last year's leaves or dropping my head and drinking from your clogged up eaves I guess I could steal a car for you and then make a plea spend that never got pension just for lawyer's nod and an incomprehensible muttered mention So now I get used to the idea of afternoons at home outfitters putting the corners of towels in my mouth walking aisle to aisle getting lost in premium grade faucets, and gold rimmed shitters charlie's party was a fucking wreck i'm waiting now to get picked up while someone pukes up some fucked up red stuff, guess it could be blood or that shrimp sauce I saw him drink before the fight god my frozen friends are always right their voices sound like the sound of cracking ice,
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Stuffed 03:25
hey lost train waiting on station lines I've got the presence for you and a card to boot When a western sky lights up and then drops outright We don't really know what to do Hey cat, you don't know whats going on, in the living room I'm surrounded by last nights dinner sliding down a glass roof Most people are hungry but don't know a hunger's tooth Fill a cavity with soft light, memory and morning blues Im digging around for something to say, or at least I think I am --- hot shit's tailights looking angry tonight two slice's of pie - crisp lines, crust to the night two melted clocks passing dali into the left lane I'll ride in silence; arrive on time, unraveled wreathes in vain drivers distraction left, right, we'll move forward to the gaseous sights stick shift, for big shit, your riddles miss more than mine hit back; forth sealed up in tight lip kisses, another joke fizzes cut the wheel, direct your feels; splish splash better now and better real Forgot my swim trunks, living like a soft monk never ever moving like I give a motherfucking funk big buzz fading like a super soaker water mark who would ever call for someone swimming in the wet dark trim off the slack, surface tension brings me back gasping for air in a arid desert trap. Utter propaganda crap. i'll hold my breath for a lackluster or misjudged misfit I remember water, dripping off, swallowed by a sand pit.
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Brewhaha 02:48
missed mouth and very little money or maybe drink if you pull back your lips and bare your teeth nightmare in the light gets brighter if you think tall strangers in the woods at dusk shimmer till they freeze You know the sun behind the park, the one that runs with the runners? yeah it's been nice but I'm afraid we're all gonna die next summer Donut hole key holder bathroom stalls cafe brothers Pissing into the sump pump pit, stench on me, lit When you cook dinner your worries bring me down so fast I've got my shoulders as tree stumps and you're a broken branch my rings are split down the middle, I'm born and age in half Your pasta is boiling, the sauce is simmering, where are the kitchen staff oh yeah they are choking on their own spit, trying to drink it, or more specifically, sip it, with little left, and it's a bitter bet more likely than an optimistic guess; parched throat doesn't get better a bit kitchen knives pull back, we remember the stomach of sous chef Kit. brewhaha the drip is likely dribbled over the lips of some rich shit Step out of the story, yeah I'm a fucker for trying to understand, k let's get back to it casey is hallucinating and james's lips are cracked but not bleeding menlo's got a case of windshield fluid and is considering conceding. no one's got the drive to be bitter no one's going to get any better prophelysizing doom has never been so hot the pit in your stomach hurts eh? sorry dog.
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Busser 02:10
I've got 50 people here raising a glass retract your neck and let your drink slip back To good health or better yet, pull your arm down fast over your head, outta the party over your own smashed glass when i've got bloody feet and i'm feeling my whole self I'm the wingspan of fresh breath and a moment of good health Most trails of blood lead in bleeding and lead out black When I trail off I'll be saying something light let's recap, i was better than this but not better than that In a moment of repose I could probably compose a song saying where I best feel at home or better yet, I'm quiet now, a wash wipes the writhing me, reminding me: get back to sleep, tees. In my dreams I'm a twisted tongue with intentions frequently incomplete someone's got me wasted over a stone cut basin bird bath bad rest my face in the water and sing songs back to me into depths of stone that haven't whet an appetite worth craving let's recap, I was a bubbling fizz on a blasted flat In a dream of ambition I would probably forgo a poem for a moment alone or better yet, I'm laughing now, a stand still stops my running feet, reminding me, wake up tees, you're asleep on the couch and the kettle's screaming, take care of me, sit up, maybe breathe some steam
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Propagate 02:06
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Boroughs 02:46
little mirrors above me, 80k to the hour horns are the signal of my wind blasted face cold burned by some broken wind shield shard rocks face across the lake thunderous split and showers down in a cascade oh my god becky you've broken down the last natural landscape With a chisel in my aorta, i'm coming up bleeding and awake I was riding a wave across the lake to your house to make out Now i'm face down in the mud slinking my way round town. trying to hide from the better part of myself i let down. You've got me stacked at the bottom floor caving in i'd rather put my face in the chimney and breathe your cigarettes when I'm a stretched thin like my shingle shin skin it feels so damn good to avoid your self recruited tiger cub kin When the hills bring me back to a mirror bound city I remember the chill spine you slid into my memory I lost my nerve when you kissed my chest; i was cowardly I was spitting out words where they had no place to be spectacularly illustrated and so succinctly replicated the host inside your home has been explicit beyond reproach Oh wait shit, I'm still in the lake, now i'm dripping on your floor Never was a guest, learn my thank yous and the rest, something in store for the people who know me best It's kind of funny when your mouth shapes like a dictionary or test, fuck i'm out of breath ya definitions for me range from rough to regret synonyms look dope but often lack or get left behind or get caught up in a lexical mesh of lost love or a poorly estimated guess
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Greylake 01:54
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High notes 02:38
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released March 15, 2017

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