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Rendering
02:29
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I know it’s so far from necessity to feed delusion to my injuries. The nomadic infection swims down my arteries; disassociating power from the will and the need. Now my excavated purpose echoes, “waste”. Screaming down the perforation, the intonation pierces me again. The degradation and hindering of what I can think and what I can touch is tampering with the circuitry of what I can’t help but do so much. I grasp for intention and space for human error. There are intervening eyes that burrow deep inside these complicated visions of a desired way of life. Holographic and imaginary are standards placed by the ordinary introspective of those surrounding the finite space between you and me.
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Cling
01:47
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Disposing of excess obstacles that cling to the seams in-between my singularity. Leaving pieces of myself to look back and reminisce but clearing space in my skull for it’s brand new inhabitants. Submissive mindset obtained by a lifetime of relentless exposure to flashing lights and images of all the things you need to want to live another day. Living, unconscious, dragged and scabbed. Jawless beings of technological advances. A willing victim of indecision has all of nothing.
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Proto-Sincerity
01:00
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The sound of fear. The implication of conquest. The Constant bombardment of superiority. Brand new model; perplexed by silence. Deconstructing future decisions. A good example laden with bruises uses those inherent delusions to justify the disintegration of pre-death solace and general acceptance.
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Marina
00:40
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Counter
02:15
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Human emotion embodied by post human aftermath. Proven disposability confirmed by falsified importance. Downplaying it’s pain into primitive rage. Combatting the solution into self desecration. Contaminating certainty. I was a person of basic reaction. Sore from adjusting to absence. Exhausted from these self inflicting habits. Ritual marks on the face of my purpose. Bastardized will power fucked to nothing in confined time. Surfacing from under my image. There is no way to dive back into prior knowledge. Counter-intuition lives behind these eyes and what I know now will shatter the line that divides instinct from morality and who blames who is as fucking useless as you and I. Recognizing the territory with absolutely no reaction.
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Averse To
03:10
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Deserving only of paralyzing inhibitions. Locked in place and reminded of still born aspirations. Apologetic to death and averse to birth. Abused by compliance. Adhering to malpractice. Arms cascade down my surface to excuse the skin from it’s overthrown master. Unraveling myself from dignity. Kneeling before power disparity.
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Jetty
01:52
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Dormancy
03:18
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Vertical and parallel to a methane copy made in your image. We exchange glances in our periphery. Acceptance so close lies in the hand of my self proclaimed enemy. They breathe in only to speak; I inhale to accept. Disease resides within our vicinity and lies dormant in the hands of the creator and me. Seeking a host. One that can’t live without such. Shared vulnerability, compatible hurt. One in silence, both in pain. To exit myself is my wish, my only wish, it’s not. I hold on because, I too, feel. I cry out because I feel for you. Trapped in a small steel room the echoes shout back at me. Curled up in a corner, there’s no space to reach out. Stability paints a picture of familiar faces and everyday they pass me by. In my state I miss them both but very soon I’ll leave too. My sternum collapses inward. Passing consequence. Traveling forward towards aggressive remission.
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Zealous Possession
02:40
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Emaciated thoughts descend upon the depths at which I’m held captive by perpetuation. All that’s been taken lightly comes back to hold my head underwater. Reminded of the luxury of expectation. As far gone as reality is to me is as real as my role is in your exhibition. Displaying the parts of me you broke to make up for your inadequacies. Relaying the impression of assumed victory. Losing my vision to tighten my grip. We will never be closer.
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In Imminence
07:31
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Grasping a screaming perception of me. Mutating into betrayed life. Devastation to end it all and such is the same to start again. In between I sit in silence finding the beauty in imminence. Choking the blood flow. Breathing becoming more violent as the tongue retreats, clogging up my vocal chords. Crawling from contact. Still from torture and muted agony. Disappearing under humiliation. I’m fucking useless in guilty staring. Compromised worth has since been long forgotten. It’s you that made me forget. Writhing and begging for pain to silence the anticipation. Witnessing my structure separating. There is nothing left of me for you to have.
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