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Pez Dispenser
02:59
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The pendulum swings
Between galloping greatness
And flopping failure
Oh nay
You shall not break through
Did they ever find the cure
For the utter and ultimate boredom
That rests dormant in everything?
Wishing adversity on your adversary
You are facilitating cruelty
Only short bursts of milky light
You are the Facilitator of Cruelty
Hang him by the ankles
You lunge yourself into
A gushing fountain of
Stop Being A Victim
People
Coming out of people
Coming out of people
Behold the miracle of
Whatever the hell this is
This molested
Space of dreams
Has been hijacked by
Volatile images of
Pressure cooked meat and
Viscious abuse
He was promptly turned into a Pez dispenser
And left on display for all to see
Memories of
Memories of
Dreams flow like a
River of barely coagulated
Stupid blood
Unknowingly unlearning
Where it actually belongs
Alas
Foiled again
An army assaulting you with marching drums
All the paths are leading us to
All the deaths
The daylight hit you with such force
That you're still walking funny
Your sanitary system is
Powered by worms
Stay put
Stay right where you are not
Because you cannot be
Never never ever be
Not even slightly more than nothing
Also you cannot unbecome
He will not sow
She will not bear
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2. |
Don't Cuss at Crows
03:12
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A tulip and don't look back at him
A daffodil and please don't push so hard
A poppy but not too fast
A sunflower but the money up front
A bluebell and I'll wait while you freshen up
A rose and rid yourself of embarrasment
A snowdrop while looking down at your thighs weeping
A cherry blossom but not inside
The second one forcing himself inside
Even though the first one already did
An orchid while thinking about your father's flaws
An iris and could it be that you took it too far?
A peony that is you
He plucked you from the side of the road
Geranium
Geranium
Gee-Rah-Nee-Uhmm
A water lily and again he's just a cold, refreshing beverage
A lotus but don't stop until you get there
A dandelion and you're as calculating as ever
A hyacinth and where are we going today, miss?
And the rest
Flaccidly waiting
Resting
Making sure that one does not grace the other
A daisy but don't waste it all on fun
Crocus
Crocus
Don't cuss at crows
(KAW!)
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3. |
Why I Drive Sober
05:38
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I don't know why I drive sober
But I do
She unearthed our latent urge
Of wanting to check out
Antaura
Antaura of the sea
You're shy to the touch
All I want from you is your jealousy
You ponder the meaning of
Eat Her Out, Leftovers Tomorrow
”Everything is blood and everything is death”, she ejaculated hoarsely
Listen to her
Most intently
Most earnestly
Towering above you
Acumulating
The grey bodies of everyone you couldn't save
Everything has been said a gazillion times before
This is however not why I don't talk
They celebrate the complete disintegration
Of her already shattered ego
Discombobulated
Yet takes the pain in stride
Thus do we know her
Thus do we leave her
Behold his persistent lust for licorice
Inflamed pickles
Her face is trapped in
BLACK AND WHITE
Forever there on the cover
Sticky finger prints on her forehead
On her cheek bones
Chin and neck
They do not want to listen
Just talk
Stab
Spit and tell
Horrified I observe
As you happily take them all on
One after the other
Even two and three at a time
Your ravenous body is filled up to the brim
So much so
That there is not even a millimeter
Or a particle's worth of space left
And people around are like
”Okay
Life is already difficult enough for you
No need to make it worse”
It's like death
But scarier
Come closer
You'll see
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4. |
Rug
02:59
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And I'm terribly sorry
That my heart melted like chocolate
And I'm awfully sorry
That I stained your precious rug
Uh boy
I'm sorry
That my hands are so dirty
Sister
I'm totally sorry
That I paid for you in blood
Preciousness smeared with loneliness
Loneliness marinated with smelly old oil
And I'm terribly sorry
That my heart melted like chocolate
And I'm awfully sorry
That I stained your precious rug
Uh
Ha
Sorry
That my hands are so dirty
Sister
I'm totally sorry
That I paid for you in blood
Smear it with loneliness
Loneliness marinated with smelly old oil
Smelly old oil
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5. |
Squassation
02:33
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When someone enthusiastically waves in your direction
But the wave is not meant for you
Witness a torrential downpour of
Just Forget About It And Move On
Quietly sitting by yourself
Hoping that the smoke will suffocate you
The structure of the tunnel is only insinuated
By the flashing moving lights rushing towards it
It helps to have a map
He snarked sarcastically
Afternoon delightfulness
You can save your pleasantries for the tea time, meemaw
You unbutton your finest shirt
And expose the soft meat of your tummy
Bracing for the first and last strike
No quarter given
You forgot your something borrowed
Something blue
Allow yourself to luxuriate in the misery of others
Everything is connected
Yet nothing is
Please don't deny yourself
Gracefully
You flick his wet hair away from your chest
He's just a ragdoll
A saggy, revulting one
Retching
Dry heaving
Gasping
Spluttering
If you swallow this
The child won't resemble him
Bless your wicked, dirty, wretched little heart
For it is the reason that you will go unloved
Dancing
Laughing
Frothing
Sodomized
Babies for lunch
Bones or teeth crackling
Bowels disrupting
Marks disappearing
Defrocked and strappadized
Squassation
You flasked him up with cream
Like a dumb baby kitten
You could not even give him that
Next time
Please
Kill yourself unambiguously
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6. |
Ants and Honey
05:26
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Prance
Prance
Prancing around
As if your suffering somehow makes you special
You revel in your uselessness
Dejection and despondency
Tongue as a welcome mat
Molestation
Milk and blood from the nips
Ouch that smarts
Just flip me off and call me Mary
He prays
To not be Number Six
Sloppy seconds
Roof comes down to a crush
Climax interrupted
Splintered rib bones
Vital organs punctured
I always find you too late
Already in any state of decay
Or with parts of your body
Missing or mutilated
You always act as if everything is fine regardless
As if an act of spite
And I have to experience your death
Over and over
Again and again
What is that
We sit on the hill and feel the ants crawling over our backs
They're on a set path regardless of sweaty motionless obstacles
Sudden inexplicable sadness
Caused by dripping
Golden
Honey
Grotesque is what you are
They'll always keep reminding you
Nuzzling of beards and
Tweezers removing tiny grey hairs
You're allowing those things to keep growing on your body
Because you're scared
Complacent
Apathetic
And low-key just want to die
Careful
We've got another case of
Liquid Plastic Squirting Out Of Every Orifice
Break out the cliche of being too broken to save
A smell of sulphur manifests
A rush of wind up the stairs
Why do you keep inviting him?
Why?
Why?
Why?
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7. |
Abyss
03:17
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The cold, damp walls
Of old abandoned malls
Voices
Like howling
Screeching
White glowing brake discs
She's carrying
In her purse
A conflicting fear and wanting
Of random violence
Flinging herself head-first
Into his malicious compliance
You feel a fleeting moment
Of being a child again,
Like actually having parents
Please hear her out
At your very latest convenience
Prime time
Public deflowering ritual
In front of eagerly gazing eyes
She's ”weak and feeble-minded”
Thus must they judge her
And change her course
From here on out
The bump bursts open and imaginary insects start scuttling around
They scatter before you have a chance of getting a grip
Fall
Fall
Fall
Into the abyss
Ban the word ”BABY” from all songs
You still don't know how big a role he's playing in your deterioration
He keeps playing you
Like a dusty, old, out-of-tune piano
Remember
Rules for thee
Not for me
He was always waving at you
During summer time
Through the window of the bedroom
To be gross
Or not to be anything
To have but to never want
She was a far better person than you
So why
May I ask
Are you still alive
While she's not?
You're staring
Mesmerized
Into the the center of a sun flower
Without ever knowing why
You recognise only your own face
In a vast sea of unsettled faces
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8. |
Venus Fly Trap
04:37
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The baffling pointlessness
Of replacing glued-on carpets
When people are too stupid to stop
Puking
Bleeding
Shitting
Pissing and
Cumming on them
A non-decision to set into motion
Your frail frame
Turns into an autonomous
Self-governing system
Step step step
Repeat
Four to the floor
On all fours
All force ejaculated into empty space
A space where it doesn't matter
Where there isn't matter
The space where energy unsurprisingly and
Unceremoneously simply wastes away
He overplayed his hand
Such an intriguing curiosity
Your head has been replaced by
A venus fly trap
He's too non-charismatic to even be offensive
Pigeons pecking at a
Putrid pile of puke thereby
Penetrating the petrifying wall of silence
Misfit
Mismatch
Mistake
Miscalculation
Miscarriage
Carriage
Chariot
Cherub
Carrot
Take care and beware of dear Mr. Potato Head
A bout of sudden and unstoppable violence
How dare you knock on my door?
Who even are you?
Who says this door was meant for knocking?
The embodiment of wakefulness
He is not in charge of his own wardrope
High-strung vanity gone beserk
Bullocks and rampant moronism
He's sorry that he even thought to ask
Suddenly roles are perverted back to
What they should never be
Don't you roll your eyes flamboyantly at me
Keep letting each other down
Over and over again
Up until the point
A short walk to the only fallout shelter of the city
Just fail each other
Way beyond the threshold
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9. |
Petting Zoo
06:12
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Now entering
The sparesly populated town of
Just Run and Don't Look Back
Blueberries
You're counting them all
It's something to keep you occupied
While feeling ugly and undesirable
You watch the withering skin of
His shivering fingers
Wishing
They shall never touch you again
Agaritas
”Try not to weep in the petting zoo”
She whispered in vain
Teeny tear drops falling onto
Tiny billy goats
You ache from the ego-shattering hurtfulness
Of not being introducable or presentable
Gooseberries
He was only small to medium sized
So of course she felt sour
And weak
And unwanted
He's writing down banalities on post-it notes
To not forget how to live
Baneberries
Don't mix them in quite yet
You're not a kitty quite yet
Rejoice
For this is not your final form
You used to call out his name
Now you don't even call his phone
Bearberries
Enormous paws
Scratchy claws
Unbearable pain
A resident of purgatory
Roasting
Spit fire
With one in front and one behind
Wink-wink
Split
Blackberries
What else is there to scream?
Despite the lunacy
She is considerate enough to
Lower her voice
Boysenberries
What could I have done with you
Had you lived to see 65, 66, 67 or beyond?
Rumbling
Starving tummy
Ramblingly
Deliriously
Calling out her adult infant son
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I Divorced Life Hamburg, Germany
Experimental sound artist based in Hamburg, Germany
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