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Opening Resolution
01:34
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For now I’m kindergarten churchyard, in due time maybe months mere moments ago will come clear, what I wait for you heard was my syrup exceeds even viscousest memories, some nights while blanketed up and watching Lucy, I imagine myself accidentally hurting my friends’ feelings when I come too clean, then to figure what I’ll really say work backwards from there, I’m alive because I care, and even in those hell dogs leashed to resurrected traumas in which I sit and stare, I’m alive because I care…
I need to spend some time with people for whom, life goes on, I need to spend some time with people for whom, life goes on…
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Morning Friend Canopy
04:07
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As soon as you add cream there’s no coffee in the cup, maybe you try for me but I won’t let it be enough, your boyfriend opened the closet where my philosophy is hid, and what’s unleashed will screech his conscience like an ornery kid--
And my city’s running out, and the beach is running out, and language running out and patience running out I promise you, take me at face value and I’ll mean what you hear, I spent a hundred anxious nights learning to be clear…
As soon as you add sitcoms everybody’s on my mind, I am untethered hours reclining waiting to be kind, your best friend said the simplest thing they thought they could relate, and I couldn’t keep my yap shut made them regret the whole day--
And my hometown’s running out, the library’s running out, and the card game’s running out and the fresh food’s running out I promise you, let me make you coffee and I’ll suck off your tears, I spent a hundred anxious nights yearning to be here…
When I say I wanna be with you I mean it, I’ve unwound a hundred anxious webs that hid it, I don’t play games and if they play me first, I like to think I’ve most unlearned my worst, my teeth sometimes feel hard against each other, my flesh sometimes feels hard against my bed, my thoughts sometimes feel concrete in my head, I’m physical and I go where I’m led…
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I’m still haunted by the time that I almost lost my mind, I became so without verbiage couldn’t even use the phone, all my thoughts were meaningless, thought I was becoming less, and the ghost with me won’t rhyme from the time I lost my mind…
I thought that I was gone for good, couldn’t even taste my food, figured I was going blind, and no sunlight changed my mind, thought I hated all I loved, and no pleasure was enough, I no longer fear the worst, but my pain was never cured--
I’m still haunted by the time that I almost lost my mind, I became so without pattern couldn’t even sit or stand, nothing loved in me was still, and for life I’d lost my will, but there’s much I’ve come to find since the time I lost my mind…
Couldn’t decipher if a sound was from inside me or out, couldn’t even hear my breath, thought that I was going deaf, and my sense of melody it was all but lost to me, I am doing better now, but small flashbacks are allowed--
I’m still haunted by the time that I almost lost my mind, I became so without verbiage couldn’t even call for help, and I did reach out for help, and I came to help myself, but there’s pain that won’t subside from the time I lost my mind, from the time I lost my mind, from the time I lost my mind…
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I thought I could have a brand new experience every day, ended up with a girth of beauty with no memories attached, and pains in my tongue and pains in my back, apparently the body’s complicated like that…
I thought I could drink a gallon of coffee every day, ended up addicted to the narrowest of paths, pains in my tongue, pains in my back, apparently the body will mislead itself like that…
Who out there’s got instincts, I dare you raise your hand, I dare you claim that everything is going as planned, well I’m behind the screen taken for granted, a field of green extends, the weight that I planted is trod upon and bleeds, the rain gets it matted but won’t sink in…
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It's Only Food
03:37
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It’s only food, it’s only natural that I should get upset, it’s barely factual that something small went wrong, it’s not irrational that something could become so damn emotional, in another body I would’ve made the perfect date, in another time I would’ve faded away, in another dimension I’d be a flame on every tongue, or a breath to freshen any lung…
It’s only food, it’s only natural that I should cry and cry, it’s under control, I’ll walk away for miles and miles I’ll walk, forgetting everything, my pain eclipsed, it’s been a year since we spoke, I call and call but you don’t answer at all, this life’s more fragile than you think, even if wafting and sweet why do you treat me like a memory, we still have the ability, to meet up for coffee outside your dreams…
Can you tell me, if you left it behind, it’s a friendship, it has teenage sunlight wrapped up in it, though peripheral I’ve kept it safe was I working alone?
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Sittin’ on the ledge of the wrong dichotomy, dangling my feet to the stillness out of me, dishes never done so I order out, and I eat until my meal tastes like fear and doubt, but little did I know what was goin’ wrong, I had simply been away from my pleasure too long, simply been away from my pleasure too long…
Spicy food with coffee awakened memories, of what it is to feel like I like just being me, it only took a morning to tantalize, and put a month’s lost glimmer back in my eyes, I can look back and consider what was right or wrong, I had simply been away from my pleasure too long, simply been away from my pleasure too long…
There’s something I learned as I got a bit older, the physical world gets a little bit bolder, you learn to roll and you learn to learn, pull your joy from the nihilism and feel like you earned it--
And even though I think it’s an arbitrary existence, I like to watch a meaning made without too much resistance, valid or not I got the pick of my tastes, and if it’s passionate I like to think it can’t go to waste, so if you ever feel like you’re going wrong, you might simply been away from your pleasure too long, simply been away from your pleasure too long--
Simply been away from my pleasure too long…
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Embalming a Bandaid
01:49
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I may have to spend months or even years whittling away, at what took a mere few days to almost destroy me, surely some of you out there know what that feels like, if you do, send me an email, it’s lavendermccaffrey at, gmail, I’m happy to commiserate but please don’t send no hatemail, I feel so deeply alone in this world, I’ve got several conditions that can make what’s taken for granted very alien to me…
This block it smells like day old food fumes lingering in a kitchen, and cologne and air freshener and cheap leather couches, how can something so domestic hang in the early spring breeze like that, this next block smells like catacombs, subterranean winds emerging from a buried river…
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Whenever I get better I don’t recognize myself, I attack whatever part of me is making me feel well, and I’m, I’m by the scruff of my neck, I got no heuristic left, no image deftly kept to match the latest distortion with--
She said baby you’re not crazy everyone is marked with change, if you get so hyperfocused then your body will look strange, and oh, oh it’s all, it’s all, oh it’s all absolved, all I bought’s dissolved, and my panic examined--
As soon as I get help I’m gonna help myself then I remember months ago was last that I got help, what’s taking me so long, my instincts so annulled, I hold on for dear life as though I got no proof that I’m strong, when did I learn myself weak, when did I turn me that cheek, I try to trace but it grows cavernous and cold as we speak, I’m reaching out as a perception to a fact, when did you jump the mirror are you ever coming back?--
And it’s an endless confrontation ‘tween the color and light, if my favorite shirt don’t send me is the sun still shining bright, if the music’s really playing then why am I sitting still, if the movie doesn’t move me do you think that by tomorrow it will--
Medication in the morning but by night I’ve lost my pep, my composure and attention and the vigor in my step, and oh, oh it’s all, it’s all, all lit stalled and null, I’m appalled, is there no way to be live will living--
Sinking in desire, elastic to a fault, as open as a pyre, through locking like a vault, a tension passes through me but it never seems to leave, and bodypart by bodypart and week by week I’m motioned to grieve, while trying to eat with aplomb, I’m sitting biting my tongue, ‘til real in mouth and proverbial in mind become numb, I try to love but hopelessness is setting in, I’m scared the slump will end and the irreparable begin--
And in the wind I succumb, to what’s humane of its thrum, it’s only momentary but I keep a locket in my lungs, I’ll try to admit, I’ve lasted long as me, I’ve learned to be a copy the original is free--
Whenever I get better I don’t recognize myself, I attack whatever part of me is making me feel well, and I’m, I’m by the scruff of my neck, I got no heuristic left, no image deftly kept to match the latest distortion with (whenever I get better, I write myself a letter, then wrap it round a rock and break my heart and then don’t read it, and why’s the doctor involved, around the dollar revolved, why don’t you weave another myth around it?)--
She said baby you’re not crazy everyone is marked with change, if you get so hyperfocused then your body will look strange, and oh, oh it’s all, it’s all, oh it’s all absolved, all I bought’s dissolved, and my panic examined-- (and baby I’m not crazy, nor derelict or lazy, but I look out the window and the world is always hazy, and why is congress involved, we’re not a problem to solve, why don’t they wrap around a mouth and shut it)--
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Porch Bitch
06:46
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I’m not watching anyone I’m, just sad, I’m just sitting in the doorway, just sad, but why the neighbors see me that way, just sad, what they even think this world is, just sad, and I’m the first to admit howe’er it got this way, that’s bad, and when I remember that I’m living, I’m glad, but in times of sopping mental weakness, that beget these all-encompassing bouts of loneliness I’m, just sad…
I’m not changing anyone I’m, just sad, I see their face they’re just not cubist, like that, I’m afraid my love will fester, go bad, chronic pain becomes my instinct, so sad, doctors give advice and it goes, right through, but half the time they just don’t listen, to you, so if the impression of pain it is still pain, and I’m several cycles in too far to differentiate, I’m left, just sad…
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Body in the Meanwhile
02:58
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In the past few months I thought I’d found a new love, turns out I hadn’t but what we did was fun, in the same few months I worked real hard on my health, and I’d like to report these days I’m feeling pretty well, but there still remains in me a trauma deep and sneaky, I’d love a sweet date, but I’m afraid that something’s gonna--
Ruin my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I love them to pieces if I can’t feel my teeth, ruin my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I love them to pieces if I can’t bend my knees or something similar to these in the meanwhile…
I’d been walking around almost passing out in the street, whenever I was hungry I’d forget how to eat, compared to that I’m a goddess now I’m pleasant and awake, I feel like my own person now and less like god’s mistake, but there’s still a whiff in me of whirling phantoms queasy, I would love a new friend, but I’m afraid that something’s gonna--
Ruin my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I’d cuddle them to pieces if I cry in my sleep, ruin my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I love them to pieces if I’m panicked by a sneeze or something similar to these in the meanwhile…
Do I have my friends right now I certainly do, we’re finally acting our age and have respect for opportunities new, I’d love a hot kiss or for that matter any bodypart flattening my lips but, I’ll be gosh-dratted if I let anything convince me to forget the everyday contentment I’ve carved for myself, it’s almost like I knew that nothing--
Ruined my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I love them to pieces if I can’t feel my teeth, ruin my body in the meanwhile, how am I gonna show ‘em that I love them to pieces if I can’t bend my knees or something similar to these in the meanwhile…
Ruin my body in the meanwhile, ruin my body in the meanwhile, ruin my, in the…
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