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Like a switch flipped
The fleeting things no longer made him anxious.
The car loan, tomorrow's presentation.
Where his next fuck would or wouldn't come from.
His weight will fluctuate,
Broad bony shoulders, hairy arms.
But I'm not man enough to hit you
The way you wanted me to.
But I'm man enough to be a bastard,
And I am.
I drank from the hose and it tasted like you.
It's the same, it's the same but it's different every time,
A different kind of hurt
And I:
I'm not man enough to hit you
The way that you wanted me to.
But I'm man enough to be a bastard,
And I am.
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(In the bottom of a ravine in Ohio filled with silt and sand and rebar I lost a piece of myself that I have stuffed with metal -- metal in my arms and legs and heart. Bits and pieces found their way into my soul as well. Few people know this but bodies are built by hand and made from scratch and I continue to tinker into infinity.
A boy adds a dress to his online shopping cart.
She will never buy the dress.
It will happen every time.
I am a trap in the sense that I am pressure-sensitive, wired up to maim at any moment. I blend in with autumn Ohio leaves, buried in the silt.
I refuse to let a girl help that boy buy dresses,
only to fetishize and fantasize about stepping on him
later that night.
I will spring close.
Metal on bone,
bloody sinew wrapped tightly
between the coils of a rusty spring.
I'll open when I'm good and ready.)
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Machine Learning
04:06
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I'm a machine,
It's all machine learning.
Whenever I am learning,
The machine knows it too.
When living makes you anxious,
It's not that hard to do.
Let go of your connections,
They'll never think of you.
I don't have time for love,
I don't have time to spare.
I take in information
Like lungs will take in air.
When living makes you anxious,
It's not that hard to do.
Let go of your connections,
They'll never think of you.
I don't have time for love,
I don't have time to spare.
I take in information
Like lungs will take in air.
I'm in love with your data points,
Your algorithm thrills me.
But your blood is so absurd.
And your body is so boring.
WHEN THE MACHINE LOOKS
YOU ARE LOOKING TOO.
WHEN THE MACHINE TURNS
YOU ARE TURNING AS WELL.
WHEN THE MACHINE ENTERS THE ROOM.
YOU ARE OPENING THE DOOR.
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No-Love
03:29
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Black sky.
Red sun.
Hammer falls.
Everyone.
Underground.
Cheap sex.
Good feels.
Reflex.
No flesh.
Nothing left.
Zero sum.
Matrix.
No hope.
No heart.
No love.
No love.
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The in-car stereo is buffering
And the song you chose is loading
I can't help but feel like you're wanting something more from me
And I couldn't imagine something more obscene, or despaired
When you sat up and you told me
You were bored when you were laying there
Are you gonna wake up in the morning with the covers laying over you?
Are you gonna come behind and kill me if I promise that I want it too?
And it was then and there I realized
Nothing hurts like human bodies do.
Racing fast away from the guillotine.
A cloud of luna moths in front of me.
And you disappear
And you disappear
And you disappear.
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