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Jennifer (Remix)
01:21
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semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling. the arms of boys drowning in
fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. these pills i take in the witching
hour. i imagine i am swallowing you.
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they heckle the gunshy assassin. led away in shame. the chameleon is my
favorite animal. i learned that boys in dresses are okay on the last day of
school. there was a rainbow like a halo over the world.
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Trojan Whore (Remix)
01:34
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half in darkness she stands in a dress of shrapnel, smoke and torn flags.
dragging off
cigarettes of human skin. eyes like cracked eggshells empty as life. her
index fingers drip mothers milk like hypodermic needles. she stumbles
through my veins high on ash and dry semen fiending for love.
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fingerprints on my eyes like ten tiny maps to heaven. or ten rogue angels
torching the house of god. i feel something pressing against my kidneys.
maybe a pair of wings. maybe the ghost of a bullet.
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stitched together into this beautiful monster animated by starlight. pose like
a fashion corpse and shed your denim skin my love. it is just a skull full of
chlorine in the septic tank.
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religion in the corner of the eye. a peeping tom and a hole in the sky. the
last stall on the left as our makeshift confession booth. your parents will
never know. stalked by a child’s nightmare. the promise of serpents in the
tall grass. mother i’ve been raped in the shadow of the watchtower.
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Intimate Slavery (Remix)
01:05
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happy birthday you broken child. of the barbed ribs and the poison heart. i
would show you the view of life from the floor but the knees are as far as
you go. i give you exhibit a. a country girl bludgeoned with an elephant
tusk. i give you everything i have wrapped in a shy kiss for you to use once
and then destroy
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androgynous we are. ancient statues deformed in desert winds. dead
children play in mapplethorpe grey. midnight orgies at the school for the
blind. learn to feel all over again. my name isanonymous. i taste like
everyone. medication blurs the last five percent.
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lovely body twisted into code. saying something profound i’m sure. she
went off like a living
firework. trauma is sexy.
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Naked Trees (Remix)
01:45
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once colorful dreams now swing like dead paratroops from the naked trees.
your sky lips and snow skin are sugar for the carrion perched high atop the
naked trees. a flower on a bed of brittle leaves. a mass grave of tiny angels
fallen from the heavens of the naked trees. rot beautiful creature all lifeless
and serene. a patch of scorched earth. naked beneath the naked trees.
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Sheet Metal Girl (Remix)
01:09
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i sneak a sniff of her live wire hair. it is bright red with random sparks. my
bionic sister teaches me inhumanity. parting her silver thighs and making
love obsolete.
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i dream sometimes of a brother in red. the first unborn. perhaps the son of
god aborted and tossed in a garbage bag. life is black comedy. slapstick
and vulgarity. unworthy of the name. i still remember where mine went so
wrong. my last night in sodom and my first morning in hell.
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an entire year of you in a single speck of blood. the gun smiles your smile
and the razor whispers your name. they are just frigid hands from the other
side of the world leading me into winter.
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15. |
Murder Blossom (Remix)
00:18
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dyed red hair, a forest green dress and a pair of kitchen knives. it was the
last time i ever saw a rose.
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16. |
Body Scout (Remix)
00:56
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my skin has atrophied. it has been so long since the last touch. the
maggots play their dead
instruments for me. devour in the key of e. like a symphony of throats and
piano wire. like
explosions in space and prostitutes of fire.
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this is an advertisement for the skin machine. paid for by the people that
supply the lash for these pointless acts of self-flagellation. the vultures are
made up like mockingbirds and they’re circling. it is very important that i
make for a thin chalk outline.
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Hyperviolet (Remix)
03:28
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traced in wet sand her name in perfect cursive. a love letter to the crescent
moon. by tomorrow it will be gone I told her. there is no tomorrow she said.
i can feel her in a bikini of coiled snakes dancing to the hiss of the wind.
postcards from a paradise in flames. she used to be so right. so right about
everything.
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Starbelly (Remix)
04:55
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dear everything. today i witnessed a crucifixion in pink and lavender and
gold. i’ve heard people say that beauty is in the details, but i don’t think
they have ever seen you. there were mortal wounds inflicted on the sky and
incriminating blue stains on my shirt. the shirt you bought for me. christ it
hurts. like stars in my belly going supernova. i feel like a zombie that
refuses to live. haunting the junkyards and cutting myself on scraps of you.
the other day i masturbated to pictures of you at your birthday party. they
were the only ones i still had. it felt so wrong. just like my life. i hope i’m
dead by the time you read this. i love you.
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20. |
Junkyard God (Remix)
01:59
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my knuckles are bleeding on your front door and these flowers are
wilting in the rain. they were for you and now they are for no one. they are
irrelevant as mercenaries in times of peace. they are smoke twisting off the
lips of a movie star. here is a boy with paper skin who longs to touch the girl
ofbroken glass. she loves it when he wears his skin like that. in tatters.
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i see you headless with me caressing your neck. my personal nightfall. an
eclipse
of the sunflowers. i feel so invisible. so unknown. a coffin of dust. an
illegible tombstone. they finally buried the gravedigger in the sky. i just need
to shower in your amber and bathe in your earth.
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22. |
Jennifer 2 (Remix)
05:28
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23. |
Unreleased Untitled
00:50
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