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1. LABYRINTH [PROD. SAE]

  • Published: 2017-05-25T02:20:18Z
  • By ytYEET
LABYRINTH [PROD. SAE]

production by @saeglass cover art by @epi4a https://www.facebook.com/epiphoraart/ https://www.facebook.com/lean4sale/ Oui, Prince, je languis, je brûle pour Thésée Je l'aime, non point tel que l'on vu les enfers Volage adorateur de mille objets divers Qui va du dieu des morts déshonorer la couche Mais fidèle, mais fier, et même un peu farouche Charmant, jeune, traînant tous les coeurs après soi Tel qu'on dépeint nos dieux, ou tel que je vous voi Il avait votre port, vos yeux, votre langage Cette noble pudeur colorait son visage Je languis je brule Fidget spin in naked vapor on a prince Hide a body labyrinth Goat headed baphomet Peg a Minotaurus Shawty say she beside herself Sobbing Fountains in ecstasy Bumping B sides with him by my side check the DSM five See my king geedorah smile Tatted up with solve and coagula Suckle baby Jesus on my lap Follow the golden wire to the hidden meaning At the center Cuz my memory is shit Often I attempt to plumb the depths of origin but all that's left is scraps of trash floating in the murky waters of memory and dream Have I been here before? Did I dream this? Hewey Louis come a play me Bateman ask me questions Debate me like graeber With a blogger Maybe heisman was right About the punchline sniffing glue is not like sainthood In my mind Shoutout to https://samzdat.com Tell me where to go from here But Speak with images alone Half sentences Flurry of thought Riddled with quotes drain the swamp of mind And put the scraps and shreds of thought onto blankness Je languis Je languis Je brûle Cuz I love a prince But I can't have him Je languis Je brûle Je languis Je brûle

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2. CRIMEACID [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-05-07T04:30:59Z
  • By ytYEET
CRIMEACID [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? prod. @jamesgorczyca1

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3. SIDEWAYS [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-07-02T20:41:04Z
  • By ytYEET
SIDEWAYS [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod @jamesgorczyca1 cover @epi4a /4$ - @lean4sale Fear is the mind killer Dreams so loud my wife can hear it through my skull Is this all you can do? Kill yourself? Is a moment of happiness worth a lifetime of misery? I've been to your funeral I've laid flowers on your grave Tryptamines I've known and loved Show up on scene like bluebear flirting with the spider witch Fuck a married couple Got STDs in these jeans Call harmony korine Fetish for artificial craneal elongation But these paul krane paintings are feeble fodder for masturbation I'm just going outside I'll be some time Mrs. Murphy said here yesterday she thought she'd commence on eating Milton but I don’t think she’s done it yet it’s so distressing No truly original artist gets the credit Stigler's law of eponymy Red carpet with my boyfriend All the reporters watching He took viagra beforehand So he's good and ready for it Whips it out and I kneel down Pose withit by my face Then throat to the base Nose to tummy Lick the balls most extreme Animal planet But each time It’s me bustin nuts farther and farther I have a thing for ponytails Don't know what it is But I'd probably fight a war for em Watching X factor compilations like a sucker Gettin weepy kids singing nessun dorma Met pavorati in '94 after that recorded performance We got drunk at the bar together he told me a story for another track She like my lake house on Walden pond Pull up in my PJs and fluffy slippers Split your lip need the blistex xenosystems.net What.cd You've stumbled upon a door Where your mind is the key Buy the ticket Take the ride Determination Discipline got locked in solitary for some shit I did can't remember So I occupy myself Popping boils and eating pus Tender young blondes boys With lobotomy eyes thats my fucking favorite If they give you lined paper Write sideways on it If they give you lined paper Write sideways on it what

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4. GETHSEMANE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-05-07T04:31:00Z
  • By ytYEET
GETHSEMANE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? prod. @jamesgorczyca1

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5. WEREWOLF [PROD EPIPHORA]

  • Published: 2017-07-06T01:07:26Z
  • By ytYEET
WEREWOLF [PROD EPIPHORA]

prod @epi4a mastering @jamesgorczyca1 cover @epi4a /4$ or die @lean4sale Machiavelli in exile After that heroic plot To overthrow the monarchy Who can make sense of Zion The last poem of Tinajero It's a joke Amadeo I need another glass of Los Suicidas New York I love you But all plots lead to death A city of infinite jest I stand before the most photographed barn in the world Tourism is a religious experience In some perverted way Werewolf means manwolf Were meaning man From wereld Old English for world I wonder if anyone Read the libation bearers After Rowling quoted it At the beginning of the seventh I have a portrait in my room Of myself that I drew Blind folded on mushrooms The smell of a penis after sex Is an odd thing to savor werewolf The sound of a sad voice out the window That you can't quite decipher I used to follow my parole officer home And watch through his window While he slept I'd try to imagine what his dreams were One night I got a little ahead of myself And opened the window and stood over him Sleep well my sweet captor Sleep well Dream of vast fields of poor people gentle snoring bliss Identity politics is pathetic And it makes sad that to today's people it's synonymous with revolution That's a lie I'd like to kill someone With an air embolism I imagine the pain is excruciating We are not defined by identity But action Kill your captor don't tweet about Tell someone they are garbage every day You become their enemy But don't be surprised when They crawl on your knees to you Because they think that's virtue Flame thrower to my face Just for a moment I want to see only fire I'd feel real trapped right now If I didn't know I could end it in a moment If I wanted The big red exit sign on either Side of the neck Oh ignorant youth The world is not a joyous place The world is not a joyous place

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6. BODYBAG [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2018-01-05T22:03:34Z
  • By ytYEET
BODYBAG [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

@lean4sale @jamesgorczyca1 "...and on and on, until he was unconscious and bleeding from every orifice in the head, except the eyes." -- Roberto Bolaño, 2666

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7. IKEAWEDDINGRING [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2018-04-05T02:39:54Z
  • By ytYEET
IKEAWEDDINGRING [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

@lean4sale prod @jamesgorczyca1 bless

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8. NOTSAFE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-05-07T04:30:57Z
  • By ytYEET
NOTSAFE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? prod. @jamesgorczyca1

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9. Delirium [prod. yungbert]

  • Published: 2017-06-30T03:43:07Z
  • By ytYEET
Delirium [prod. yungbert]

prod. @yungbertonthebeat mastering @jamesgorczyca1 cover @epi4a withdrawal DTs hallucinations hallucinations tremurs delirium Kinda sucks I love my new bathtub so much Just wanna fuck Its beautiful porcelain curves And sleep inside it The cold smooth mother's womb Withdrawal in a bathroom stall Diarrhea keeps coming Muffled whimpers With the panties round my ankles Never felt so unattractive Never thought I'd be an addict My roomba like the smoke w me freebase crack habit Then he gets real OCD Just cruise around the room Cleaning everything Dab on the bed no sleep Dab on the bed no sleep She call me up Say she wanna vape my fucking nut Light headed off this ready whip Steady cookin in the stu Ms frizzle and the magic nut bus Abraham with the knife above his son Spanish flu riverrun Prescription bottles strewn about I want out Cut into a different world Subtle knife I got that green pussy in my taint An alien hermaphrodite How many licks Until debt free livin Sellin bodies for tuition You're the hero of your own story to me you're just an acolyte Watching Nolan's doodlebug Drinking blended afterbirth at the pub Got a portrait of a figure on my wall Knife at his throat A mirror in the place of his face A set up footprints that suddenly stop No sign of a body No tracks heading back Chewing on human muscle Blowing bubbles with the blood Double barrel shotgun sawed off in my coat Cut your cheek open And lick your face like a dog Lapping up the blood Had to kill my boss at the chop shop Fruit juice masked the taste of the poison I went to the masquerade to murder your brother wearing the dried skin mask of your mother Press against me you can feel the cold weight of a .38 try it saw my fate in a stainless steel window I looked like a lost and stupefied child I hold at your neck the gom jabar can see the tears rolling down my face why hast thou forsaken me why

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10. MURDERPARTY [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-06-22T12:25:26Z
  • By ytYEET
MURDERPARTY [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod. @jamesgorczyca1 cover art @epi4a @lean4sale www.facebook.com/lean4sale/ www.facebook.com/epiphoraart/

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11. ALIVE MYSELF

  • Published: 2017-12-10T23:57:00Z
  • By ytYEET
ALIVE MYSELF

@lean4sale prod by @epi4a mastered by @jamesgorczyca1 cover by @epi4a You call yourselves the friends of the poor, the soldiers of the meek, and the brothers of the powerless. Let me introduce ourselves. We are the poor. We are the castaways marooned amidst the tempest of civilization. And lost at sea as we may be, we know of you, we have walked in your Ivey tower and shook your hand. This address is our message in a bottle, may it find you. You can barely stand, now, battered by winds even inside your castle walls, but our very existence is a momentary lapse of reason. do not marvel too long at this secular miracle, for we have a message. And that message is that we send back your royal gift of good will. We will not bend the knee. We have looked into your black box pupils and seen that we are not like you, we are not the kin of shared womb. But we have found other men, marooned like ourselves, and we have named them our brothers. So we say to you that we are our brothers keeper, and if your epistemic ship lands on our rock we will shoot it down For you are not welcome here. We are not powerless, we are posthumous. You suckle at the necrotic tit of an ugly beast that you malign with speech, but you need this beast and despite all your taunts seek only to perfect it and bandage it. You are a parasite on a corpse, hoping to siphon its powerful essence so that you may live and flourish from it. But we do not need that curdled milk, we seek not to feast on your lecher god. We found our own power, out here in the wilderness. We may be snuffed out by the waves tomorrow, we know this. We are posthumous but not immortal. The end of time is always immediately at hand. We know this. At first we were angry with our lot, and railed against the heavens for our place as forgotten children. But now we have chosen our fate. We looked at the gates of the castle and turned back. Now we say, death may find us tomorrow, so be it. I’m so barren fields cultivating dust storms sun set I’m so mud miles deep no solid ground you sink and drown I’m so spiderweb paranoia where every eyes an ambulance siren with the javeline stuck unground socket knee brace internal bleeding I’m so rapid fire image film distilled in a single fucking pixel I’m no sound of crickets while you die no ones around warm summer night I’m so tragic drum set snare drum tightened surface tension off the tear drop in the beaker bent and heated hiss and whimper I’m so territory piss in cul-de-sac better watch your back I’m there I feel it Can’t stop screaming I’m so voices dropping cracking pre pubescent ancient mural finger paint the crumbling rock it’s so me I’m in it Can’t shake this feeling blizzard feeling tear off the frozen skin I’m in you Better watch your soul I’m stealing Don’t need your tongue I taste your mouth I’m so electric fences barbed with glass contact mic against I’m hearing Planted two feet no three feet no six feet no sunlight can’t reach I’m peaking can’t see I’m so sight I’m upside down can’t flip I’m righted underground I’m so blind hydra eating unknown colors molting lizards smelling raw meat fresh killed concrete microtonal telegram Morse blank white all white all white all white loose sleeves on my belt i’m so divinity of crying that tears recede into your eyes i’m so blank wall painted white theres a mandala in your mind i’m so apriori that you know me as a facet of the self i’m so human you can’t understand how i’m alive myself

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12. SET AND SETTING

  • Published: 2017-09-06T15:05:37Z
  • By ytYEET
SET AND SETTING

prod by @epi4a mastering by @jamesgorczyca1 cover by @epi4a Two books by @karhlyle are quoted 1234: https://www.amazon.com/1234-Carlyle/dp/1545226261/ Portrait of the Rat: https://www.amazon.com/Portrait-Rat-As-We-Sleep/dp/154253299X/ Hungry strung out a 4 hour drive starting at 4 in the morning I hadn’t slept on a long stretch of east coast highway I fell asleep just for a second my eyes closed in that moment I had a dream in that dream there was music Nina oh ninati my dream The year is twenty forty three my daughter is grown and i’m ten years gone dead rotted body found surrounded by flies in a kitchen methane heated from centuries of coal and gasoline she was young then too young to understand the set and setting the dying she crawled and screamed into out of gaping hole in pelvis hot water womb hot water world the year is who knows when no more calendar on kitchen wall roasted squirrel over trash makes dinner for hungry Nina lonely is this solid block of heat climb the hill look over top back pack over tank top whose down there smoke rises up from dusty dusk set and setting panic sweat salt dissolution forty to seventy percent species die off at 3.5 degrees rise they said and it’s up to 5.5 above the line by now Set and Setting panic sweat salt dissolution is it worth the risk to meet another face so lonely haven’t spoken to another person just herself dear Nina niña ninati my wonderful beautiful brilliant girl doomed to misery without my help set and setting panic sweat salt dissolution not worth it not yet not tonight she can be alone for another night tattered copy of dead daddy’s deleuze is company again maybe tomorrow set and setting panic sweat salt dissolution all major cities have become militarized zones There may still be a government No one seems sure There are posters that line the highways They say "WORK EAT LOVE" With a picture of a smiling interracial couple In a warm embrace Under an apple tree Someone covered the ones on route 101 they now read "WHERE IS HOPE IN ASH LAND” set and setting panic sweat salt dissolution There are rumors that in California Deep underground Away from the weather Thousands of people have traded supplies To be sedated Their bodies are fed through tubes And there minds float on hard drives That run a virtual world They say you can really feel the virtual breeze They say the ones who run it are mormons They say god is in the ones and zeroes The poor inherited this earth The rich are out at sea set and setting panic sweat salt dissolution

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13. GERMAPHOBIA FT. JAMES GORCZYCA [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-06-22T12:25:25Z
  • By ytYEET
GERMAPHOBIA FT. JAMES GORCZYCA [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod. @jamesgorczyca1 cover art @epi4a www.facebook.com/lean4sale/ www.facebook.com/epiphoraart/

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14. HUNGER

  • Published: 2017-09-06T15:05:36Z
  • By ytYEET
HUNGER

prod by @epi4a mastering by @jamesgorczyca1 cover by @epi4a Two books by @karhlyle are quoted 1234: https://www.amazon.com/1234-Carlyle/dp/1545226261/ Portrait of the Rat: https://www.amazon.com/Portrait-Rat-As-We-Sleep/dp/154253299X/ the days they follow one after another always light headed daze always edge of always mind teetering into a pit i’d eat the dirt if it make me stop feeling like this who knew mouths could get this dry again again walk over hill and down again again theres smoke wait who is out there maybe someone maybe a few someones with something hot and civilized and smiles that extend up to their eyes she remembers that oh she remembers that softly step taking care to let out no sound on edge of where the others are she stands behind a tree and looks there are two men there are two men there warming something already cooked on fire and the smell of it is too much to bare its a meat unlike any she’s ever cooked and her mouth isn’t dry no more and she can’t help but move toward it a man crouched with knife in hand cuts off a generous flank of meat and she barely feels the drool slide down her chin and takes another step toward this little patch of home and the shape of the carcass tied on the spit begins to look a little strange theres something wrong with how the mouth is gagged and how burned empty sockets glare she remembers that even empty stomachs can still heave and they turn she sees their face but they're only almost men for they stand stooped like beasts and their faces are warped in the snarl’s grin for HUNGER MAKES A BEAST OF MEN HUNGER MAKES A BEAST OF MEN HUNGER MAKES A BEAST OF MEN we are beyond the world in forests now in Ash Land the stomach reigns god of hunger god of death for hunger makes a beast of men

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15. NOT YET [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2018-02-12T21:45:17Z
  • By ytYEET
NOT YET [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod. @jamesgorczyca1 cover @epi4a @lean4sale Call come Trouble breathing O2 bag we go in Careful on the front step It snowing Cop hold the door open little dog yap yapping see a woman in the hallway Are you who we’re hear for Yes it’s me I hear her say I don’t feel right Somethings wrong She actin erratic waving her arms heading off into the dark i try to follow but I cannot fit past the cop walls closing in mail piled up Stuff piled up Kitchen full of who knows what Paper ads for different shit House hold items for the cheap let’s get her to the ambulance for she loses consciousness Wait I gotta show you somethin Wait I gotta show you somethin Wait I gotta show you somethin Wait I gotta show you somethin That don’t sound good to me Partners where he shouldn’t be she saying follow me Hope she don’t shootem what she finna showem sounds of throwing up sounds of throwing up sounds of throwing up sounds of throwing up sounds of throwing up I don’t see a bucket she’s just spilling out her face on the carpet The cop mutters something She’s ODing off it she smoked it all at once charred pipe onner desk empty plastic warp residue vomit on the jacket thats the whole fucking package thats the whole fucking package thats the whole fucking package thats the whole fucking package Asking if she’s dying am I dead she says no miss not yet no miss not yet no miss not yet no miss not yet she choking on her vomit I say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet I’m applying suction I say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet her pulse is weak and threaded i say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet she see him coming for her i say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet i say no not yet

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16. STOMALOVE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-05-07T04:30:58Z
  • By ytYEET
STOMALOVE [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

Alas! and did my Savior bleed And did my Sov’reign die? Would He devote that sacred head For such a worm as I? prod. @jamesgorczyca1

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17. MSPUMPKIN [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2017-06-22T12:25:23Z
  • By ytYEET
MSPUMPKIN [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod. @jamesgorczyca1 cover art @epi4a www.facebook.com/lean4sale/ www.facebook.com/epiphoraart/

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18. LITTLE SKIN INTERLINKED [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

  • Published: 2018-01-31T21:33:04Z
  • By ytYEET
LITTLE SKIN INTERLINKED [PROD. JAMES GORCZYCA]

prod. @jamesgorczyca1 cover @epi4a @lean4sale stepping over frozen cloud whisp at a time break the ice crush it up pain in your palm open bathroom door rush of the crowd they speak in tongues can’t understand don’t matter now next room shiny surfaces covered in dirt and grease the line cooks constructing cities sit on counter rise up above its a bottom step someone’s coming up they hand you a bowl holding papers written prayers ruffled pages whispered sayings whispered sayings who am i but the salt and stone kneel in desert feel the sand in your palm nobody in my body now puppet master of the sound look at your arms feel weight balance listen to your pulse cigarettes in sand walk to the pier then middle of the lake see your reflection where it meets your feet sink slowly into bare ankles ripple ripple repeat look at painting can you hear it breath check over shoulder see what I see surely this is criminal it turned me to a criminal arrest the painter do it myself arrest the painter tell nobody else her face is swimming in an ocean moved by emotion don’t believe the lies don’t believe the lies there’s a map on the wall find yourself where you at check the list need a cross maker roll your eyes save for later in the stomach is the sound of war oh no i think it’s frozen feel the ear lobe see if it’s comatose these grasses leave a mark mow em down mow em down mow em down how far here to the wall is it real can’t stand at all no movement all moving whose talking to somebody to this body? to this body? which side of the door frame? am I become body i’m in the net am I become body i’m in the net am I become body sit on the counter rise up above its a bottom step someone’s coming up hand you a bowl holding papers written prayers ruffled pages whispered sayings whispered sayings whispered sayings whispered sayings i found her in a cell she’s interlinked PALM SCAN PALM SCAN PALM SCAN don’t blink how was your day little skin where you been little skin make a deal little skin pour a drink little skin drink little skin be my face little skin faintly fingertip little skin see the snow kiss it all over see the accent each finger feels the print scan little skin i’m a man little skin you a man little skin? feel the blood fill little skin big little skin orbit bloom replace sublate orbit bloom replace sublate orbit bloom replace sublate orbit bloom replace sublate orbit bloom replace sublate orbit bloom replace sublate be my face little skin i drive the ship of you i’m the meat of you can’t feel you but i feel from you make a deal with the sun to come back very soon don’t wait on me i’ll wait on you little skin interlinked little skin interlinked sit on the counter rise up above its a bottom step someone’s coming up hand you a bowl holding papers written prayers ruffled pages whispered sayings whispered sayings whispered sayings whispered sayings i found her in a cell she’s interlinked she sits on counter she rises above she knows where i’ve been we fit like a glove she will replace me i do not know when i know that i love her i raised her i hear her i drive the ship of her i am the meat of her i drive the ship of her i am the meat of her don’t wait on me i’ll wait on you she is my little skin we are the interlinked

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19. BLACCJEWEL

  • Published: 2018-04-18T03:44:04Z
  • By ytYEET
BLACCJEWEL

prod @epi4a mastering @jamesgorczyca1 @lean4sale I am the the blacc jewel the center of the diamond the call coming from the center of the field I am the gang stalk the fucc bag big bucc blacced down and double ditched in dirt drunk finger fucced from fried up soaking hang nails on dried blood on water damage on splintered hardwood floors I am the blacc jewel the center of the diamond the call center scamming you in your sleep the unwashed untouched smoked and roll burned and destroyed area of the blocc where the street curves down you don’t go there cuz I’m there you can’t see down the curve round the corner through the walls i live in it’s not safe down into mirrorville all your faces there they know you and they look like you but they’re not like you cuz they’re all me and ive been in you the bewjewled parasite watch me floss out in your liver I’m the liver watching nerves tingle from the inside those places you can’t reach can’t touch that bump somewhere unrubbed unribbed from mud and puddles where the kids play looking up from memory lane and memory drain the pouring raining of memory came and played in puddles spilling from the brim onto curves where I am water rolls down to where I am the blacc jewel the non reflective the suspended fluid the figures standing watching them whisper to themselves they grow together like trees they grow from the dark to the dark the shadow drips from the corners of their mouths they’re drunk on me they milk the blacc jewel they milk the center of the diamond they see my heart they succ in they licc the beating slowing beating muscle but I’ve slipped out next door to outer planets looking up at raining diamonds surrounded by the the giants they reach they’re fingers in they feel the energy they tell me something somewhere in me they told my body I had to get bacc into skin the mineral me the blacc jewel where the shadows are where the water flows they think it’s somewhere somewhen where the people are they show me fabrics that we wear the world with they say into it I go see the spindle threads and the diamonds go I’m far below in beating muscle ticcets crumpled into gnawing mouths they wait they’re turn round ticcing hands and smiling teeth I see my shining self the mineral me the place beyond the curving street I’m accident and fire breath I’m the pink and purple wanting nothing every jewel but the diamonds every opal eye in mesh metal fences every jewel in the soil every night every winter beating muscle blacc jewel the heart

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