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Padded Altitude
02:30
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God will never save you, mom will never save you, nobody will save you… I will string the grave over you like a shower curtain…
Oh, heaven would hurt me, heaven would kill me, oh, oh, heaven would hate me, but heaven would love you, so you should go…
Mother tried to say the window’s open, the window’s open, the window’s open, mother tried to say the window’s open, but then I fell out and had my fun…
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Last night I had a dream in which I loved you, it was the first love I’d felt like that in years, and it was only at work this morning I recalled it, so I figured that tonight I’ll have 12 beers, when there’s only one way out it disappears…
It’s been mere a little while since I have seen you friend, but in style of long lost love I long to see you again, mere a week has left me speak in tongues as though a year, I long like love as hold you to a human as it’s here--
All I really want’s to fall asleep in your arms tonight, blockaded its rays’ I assume the moon is twice as bright, brightness bled outside I’ll assume our love is twice as blank, let joyfulness bleed a mystery with misery to thank…
It’s been mere a hundred beers since I abstained from leave, to celebrate this joyful fate good gin ‘til I can’t breathe, then to sleep alone and pleased for dreams of bells of you, but come next week I hope to speak these dreams by months eschewed--
All I really want’s to fall asleep in your arms tonight, prayer displayed and dares to stay between our bodies tight, all I really want’s to fall asleep in your arms tonight, if god dare to watch over us, he’ll go blind by human light…
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I don’t trust the heard, schooling is made for the heard, and I’ll never trust what I learned, so I don’t trust the heard…
The past never stays, but it never either really ever goes away…
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Concrete Lawn Please
01:50
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Fear of other people, that’s the whole emotion, if it had to it more than that, you would go unspoken, ‘stead you know just what to pick, imbue and imbibe and the line is so thick, but fear of pain or of your children being slain, that’s the whole aesthetic…
Cat person or dog person, when I was a kid that was the weightingest question, now I work hard and I never wanna yard…
Now I work hard and I never wanna yard…
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Wand and a Number
01:42
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Pasture’s little indent, milking up the ground, past the bell’s ring stuck out, passing it around, note the budding circle, we’ve awakened to, no respect, no respect… breakling…
Like a rusting cricket, that forgot to stay, open those, open those, open those who’ve passed away… like a little trinket, mother won’t display, open those, open those, open those who’ve passed away…
Like a distant cousin, play the crust and clay, open those, open those, open those who’ve passed away, like a little prayer, god won’t let you pray, open those, open those, open those who’ve passed away…
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No styling, I work so down anymore, but I took a break and came home for a few days… took my month long nail polish off, changed my week-old socks, did a little bit of sewing while away… I’d sewn my friends’ and my halloween costumes, it felt good to do it again, like returning to an old friend having forgotten we’d let ourselves down, but we were young and we were sick and not really lettin’ anybody down, the house just felt the same without her…
I’ve been living off relapses, and I’m more stuck on them than any substance, I’ve got a hat from when I’m young to give away if any youngster wants it…
How much of your cool stuff died, mine too, mine too, how much of your boyfriend died, mine too, mine too, how much is your old hat gone, mine too, mine too, do you bore the funeral, I do, I do, how in sense do tissues drown, mine do, mine do, how much of your toy is rust, mine too, mine too, do you remember your second kiss, mine too, mine too, and do you bore the funeral, I do, I do…
I’m gonna come clean with you… there’s a lotta people out there I wanna see get hurt, ‘cuz they ain’t worth dirt… you say you wanna get clean with me, I’d say jump in this river, but you’d be appalled, ‘cuz it runs to a wall… it’s a constant state of recovery, a part of me is lonely, and no socializing ever sets it free… they like me in the song, but they hate me in the world, how can me and you see this space anew… ‘cuz I wanna be seen with you…
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The Convincing Actor Roselle Park, New Jersey
SHE/HER
TRANS WOMAN
ROSELLE PARK, NEW
JERSEY
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THANK YOU
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