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Good Relations
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Sell me on something good. I'll take the drugs you said I should, and move like the wind between the leaves. Keep up on good relations. Practice frequent meditation. Donate my money to those in need.
This was the dream I had where I'd finally reconciled with guilt and vices. It added up for me. I became a better son, brother and husband.
Sell me on something good.
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The Current
02:43
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I want to get better. To not be this walking tomb. To again derive pleasure. To again derive. To again derive pleasure from looking out of windowed rooms, because you first must feel contained before you can desire an escape.
But in my current state the current keeps the gate shut. The currency of hate is fear, and I'm afraid(to say) that its occurred to me of late that if it hurts to be awake it might be time to see someone.
The current keeps the gate shut, the current keeps the gate shut, the current keeps the gate. I'm afraid.
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I wanted You
03:56
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I don't think about you, because when I do I get miserable for days. I wanted you.
I don't think about you, and I'd assume you don't think about me. I wanted you
To be my friend, I wanted you. To be my friend.
I don't think about you. You don't think about me. I wanted you.
But how could you know, what it's like? To be this alone? I wanted you. I thought you'd love me! I wanted you. You're nowhere I could be. I wanted.
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Tax Season
04:25
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I should try and reclaim myself. Start picking up more tabs. Laying my coat over puddles. I know I swore I'd meet you half way, but I can't seem to get out of the bathtub.
I should try and reshape myself. Start up a gym routine, and keep a photo progress diary. I know I swore I'd meet you half way, but I can't seem to pull out of the driveway.
No.
Tax season is just around the corner(I couldn't be more unprepared). Haven't done my laundry in several weeks(all out of underwear). There is nothing glamorous about the state I'm in. I've been drinking Theraflu and I'm not even sick. I just don't care to stay awake for this.
I should try and reclaim myself, but I can't seem to get out of the bathtub.
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You woke from a dream where you'd been decomposing deep within the woods. So much for getting up early like you told yourself you would. Sometimes the handle to your bedroom door refuses to be turned. All your desires dissipate, and any passion seems absurd.
This prison isn't lock and key per se. It's different day to day. A funhouse mirror. There's a feeling that you brought it on yourself.
But its just a card you're dealt. The one card it could be, where the knife has found the temple of the king.
"Open up your eyes. Arise, my Son. The curse is lifted!"
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Silver Medal Portland, Oregon
Nihilist-Core Cerebro-Pop band from the new Portland.
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False Paradise, a record so atmospheric and thematically gnarly, you can't help but have some conflicting feelings about calling it beautiful(it is though). Masterful storytelling, difficult subjects.
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Luke Hogfoss's debut solo album "Island" is about as perfect as a stripped-down, bedroom slacker-pop record can be. Listen with headphones, and use as a substitute for dramamine.
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This is a concept album where you follow the journey of two brothers who are desperately trying to keep their band/dreams alive, and would really like you to stop asking them about their SBSW show.
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