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by Stockholm Syndrome

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it's such a simple connection to make but I gotta go right now I can feel you tonight we're in paradise when we touch I feel the rush but we're not at at a rave follows me where I go it's a very simple connection to make but i gotta go right now
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L8 D8 04:08
can I confess Met a girl got her number we went out she was being a bitch she was acting like she wasn't having a good time bitch that was a mistake i wasn't even bein corny or nothin i was just bein myself why was she actin like she wasn't havin' a good time?
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tell me what to do i don't know what to do. I'm still into you. I thought I'd be over all the butterflies, but I'm into you. i said i wanted to be with you i said i wanted a relationship with you you said it's just me if you were real you wouldn't have left me i'm still into you this is not good
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hon hade en sten i skon. än sen då? det är trevligt när du tar ut det. en kille som jag är svår att älska en kille som jag är svår att älska en kille som jag är svår att älska en kille som jag är svår att älska Ta ut den här killen ur din sko Ta ut den här killen ur din sko ta ut den här killen ur din sko. ta den här killen och hans kärlek ur din sko det känns bra att sluta älska honom
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Fever, stomachache, fever of 110, throwing up anything crossing my lips, fever of 120, throwing up my lungs, fever of 125, coughing up blood, my stomach has become my lung, fever 130, throwing up my stomach, throwing up one kidney then half the other, fever of 150, throwing up blood, sweating blood, fever of 156, running out of sweat, coughing with my half a kidney, fever of 157, throwing up the other half of my kidney, fever of 170, burning, burning, burning, fever of 171, losing sight and vision, sweat coming through my eyes, blood running out of my nose, throwing up my small intestine, still alive, fever of 820, sweating bile, didn’t know you could sweat bile, sweating more bile, tongue is falling inside my throat into my stomach, throwing up my tongue, coughing up ligaments, fever of 920, throwing up blood, throwing up my calf muscle, still alive, eyes sweating bile, eyes sweating mucus, fever of 921, still haven’t coughed up my heart, why haven’t I coughed up my heart? Fever of 920, coughing up bones, tearing my throat, toe bones scraping my throat, rib bones scraping my throat, fever of 989, still alive, still with a heart, coughing up urine, urine burning my throat wounds, mucus hardened around my eyes, more bile and blood trying to pour out of my eyes with nowhere to go, still alive, fever of 999, what is supporting my heart? Just get rid of it already, fever of 1000, arm ligaments and muscles broke through my eyes and all the backed up bile and blood and extra mucus came pouring out, but not my heart, dear god not my heart, just get fucking rid of it! Fever of 1001, sweating urine, sweating shit, my god what will be next? Fever 1003, throwing up my shin bone, throwing up my shit and spinal fluid, spinal fluid pouring through the wholes where my eyes use to be, sweating spinal fluid, fever 112, it’s actually not I’m just delirious and can’t read the thermometer anymore, fever of 2125, semon burst out of my fingertips and my eye wholes and I throw it up and spit it out and I throw up my throat and esophagus and the semon sweats out of my toes and seeps into my brain, fever of 1,400,825, the last thing I can register and comprehend and the only thought I’m physically capable to process is “my heart is still here”, and “why god am I still alive”, fever of 1,000,000,000, I am now burning up other people and they are burning up and throwing up too, but they are throwing up their hearts while mine jumbles around as I writhe like a marble in a tin can, other people are spared quick deaths, I am starting to burn the world, Now I really can’t be touched. What caused this sickness? Is it really just that absent space in my bed?
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I'm alone In a hole In the ground I'm alone in a hole In the ground I'm alone in a hole in the ground I'm alone in the ground I'm in a hole I'm alone I'm in the ground I'm alone..in a hole..in the ground. I'm a hole in the ground I'm a hole. I'm a#$hole. I'm Al0ne 1n @ H0l3 !n T43 Gr0und I'm #lone //n t3e gR0nd 1'm @(%$n@ $ol3 !n Th1 G#**n*
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Agony- among other things, like waiting out the smiles, Never ends - They never come, living life in reverse. future first now later- when you realize you have done nothing/ Reminiscing on happy memories that may or may not come, Because they usually don’t/ so you have to invent them in order to keep going. Because if you knew the ugly truth, You’d stop trying and lie down in the fields and move on to a place of full of platitudes and debate. To be lying in among the flowers Fading into the earth Fertilizer is your future. If my mother looking into a casket was not part of the process I’d already be lying among the daisies in a field somewhere. Let’s not be plain spoken about these things. She might read your poems one of these days. We must be discreet. And speak in euphemisms, Euphemisms are like dreams/ speaking in dreams not tongues Putting a blot on my tongue and speaking in tongues feeling as if I’m in a dream And euphemisms, like dreams, will drive you mad And I Thought about a dream too much/ Thought about reality too much/ Now I’m a mad man/ And mad men don’t really think after all Their brains just grind against themselves until their hardened mush. Mashed particulate Not potatoes, but a similar consistency Left out all night In all the elements/ Save me heroin Save me heroin marry Save me virgin marry Green but white and pure as snow Save me snow Save me green Save me with shots to the head/ By the fifth shot I’m down But an hour or so later And as my insides writhe I am no longer human/ But a living trapeze performance Contortion in all Contorting my body further to mush But my mind is no longer mad It’s just drunk Or high Or hopefully dead/ Dreams don’t inform your reality/ Yet that’s where they are based/ So like a sick body your mushed carcass of a mind is telling you something is wrong/ But your body and your mind are not doctors/ But they aren’t lawyers either/ So how must you divorce yourself from these thoughts/ Except for Mary and Snow and Nic and Heroin and Ketamine and Euphoria/ Euphoria is the absence of thought/ The only thought being had is “this is what life is” and “This is euphoria” and “This is now And not later And not then” And then you know That nothing matters And you slowly have too much euphoria/ Until you are dead/ And why would you be mad when you could be dead And you’d rather be dead then speak plainly to your mother Or anyone really
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Gotta go back... All my happiness is gone now... for the rest of my life .. All my happiness is gone... If I lose all my emotions can I still live?...well? ...at least I have this white sangria.
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How could he know what the fuck he never knew? My life... There is no meaning... So now you spend your evenings... Searching for another life.. now every muscle from here to here is doing this
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whatayou settin' out to do here? it's hard to cry I guess I'm hard
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im sorry SHUT THE FUCK UP
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This album in it's entirety is solely made out of field recordings and found videos of hospice victims, street bums, thoroughbred dogs, wild monkeys and etc. shitting their pants, shitting on the street, shitting into a toilet shitting into a chimney, a golf hole, a tin can and etc.
This entire album is quite literally shit. It is made of shit and more shit.
I love shit (heart emoji).

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released January 20, 2021

got mondo on film development again
thanks to milk; borrowed his synth for alcoholism..
freeman poem reader on kids..

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