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Wicker Couch
01:30
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The drive home, I can do it with my eyes close or a blind fold. That summer you had me pacing the perimeter until the morning after. When you’re not here we commemorate your absence with absinthe. You devastate just to get your way. Lying face down on a wicker couch in the fucking rain. You devastate just to get your way.
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Epi Pen Pals
03:02
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Basic cost approach, an appraisal using Marshall & Swift, real estate’s finest. Tracking metes and bounds surveyor mark down $400 later. No haven on every weekend. Hun, they siphon blood. Was too much not enough? Quit making this more difficult than it’s been and always will be. In the waiting room scanning walls until my name gets called. Waste of a co-pay. Out of square and plumb a days’ worth of work undone. Five-hour E.R wait time. Great! The histamines are rapidly spreading. A swift syringe of epinephrine. This searching turns to a recovery effort, which was preferred anyway.
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Spelling Era
03:42
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The post- it’s are color coded stuck above your monitor at work. To honor the deceased who wrote it. No throwing under hand you poorly postured young man. Plant feet in proper stance and fight the tide. Swing. Phone lines decorated. Eyes open knees weak. Below they’re celebrating they light up the street. Empty bottles turn to side walk chalk. Hollow bodies search for one moment of peace. I offer to accompany you homeward. 40oz duct taped to each hand abolish two weekends sober. Now my arms are tired but won’t stop like a boxer that didn’t hear the bell. Six minutes in a conversation is all it takes to find your tell I’m told. That red hair and red Volvo oh we cross during our separate commutes but you don’t know.
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Two Toasters
03:14
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I used to keep things. Late evenings endless repeat until depleted. I still don’t know your name. We drink from hand-me-down kitchenware. One sided arguments, I’m waking up with new cuts, another unfulfilling weekend. Casual cries for help and undertones of distress. Hold out your glass I’ll pour until you say when. The unforgiving cycle home I navigate familiar roads. Christmas lights to left and right set on timers to go off at night. Steering into parked cars setting off alarms. Witnesses on porches with extended arms aiming towards me. I’m sorry I no longer keep things. Late evenings reckless repress until deleted. What is to be gained? We toast with hand-me-down kitchenware. A lack of self-control no ounce of moderation it’s past the point to where it’s just sad. Shall we destroy ourselves with nothing less than top shelf? Hold out your glass I’ll pour until you say when. I re-read the transcript we exchanged for twenty minutes. I re-read the transcript prior to deleting it.
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Titebond IV
02:45
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A tidal wave sweeps through the living room. We don’t move an inch. You called at 5:00AM, I’ll let it slide just don’t call again. The payoff reinsures that it’s worth it. Resistance is telling me that it’s working. It sets in and present tense losing meaning. Write this down accordingly. I’m clouded again. Just blink twice to let me know that you’ll be safe, they’ll let you go. A title change takes place same rules apply just too old to chase. The payoff reinsures that it’s worth it. Resistance is telling me that it’s working. It sets in and present tense losing meaning. Write this down: date and time for posterity. Just blink twice to let me know that you’re safe.
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Abe LinkedIn
01:59
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When did your drink spill into mine? You’re too close as we step into the snow and you know that we both know. I cut the harness, killed all the climbers and taking back the summit I wanted. Avalanche covering my tracks and evidence buried underneath. The windshield is covered over. Under are two people escaping each other testing the worst addiction. How close is too close? I cut the harness, killed all the climbers and taking back the summit I wanted. Rhetoric flowing through my fingers. Cadavers thawed out in the spring.
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Misused Adrenaline
04:02
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Our primal instincts getting wasted on impulses we’ve created and now our welcome is overstayed. Misused adrenaline sets in. Everyone’s wrong and now look the sun is dimming. Kill us all off and then start a new beginning. Understand that my last steps are gonna follow you. Misused adrenaline won’t win. I was made aware of the fact that there is no turning back. Strengthen cognitive infections, start a brand new plague. Everyone questions everything you stand for. Fight then flight, left right and uppercut their mouth shut. Our central purpose seems to be buried by currency as needs. Good grief my outlook has checked out. Misused adrenaline kicks in. Maybe I’m wrong but now look the sun is falling. Most of our day to day choices are appalling. Understand that my last steps are gonna follow you. Misused adrenaline you win.
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Milo with an "H"
02:48
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You’re making me nervous only one word answers. Hands down Marina I need you. It’s that time of year you’re where I sleep. After moving away from you telling me to send it again if I tear it in two. Hands off you’re making me nervous. The dog couldn’t care less. Lose touch with significant others. While they multiply I stay inside.
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Bill Gates' Ringtone
03:23
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I am reasonable you’re intolerable. There is a backup plan in my dresser drawer telling you what you want to hear and more. I was reasonable you stayed intolerable. You’re just pointing out the problem without a solution. Withhold, If I could just get a word in maybe we’d buy some time. Another year familiar places and sounds hit me before everything else. Hit me before anything else. Recycled words from everyone. Talk through your teeth using middle names. Illness subsides as the season change. Crescent smiles widen ear to ear. Roadside gravestone wishing you were there.
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Patron Without Funds
04:33
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It’s getting difficult to wait. Lay in bed and lose the daylight while the shadows switch their windows. It’s getting difficult to watch. The frozen stones that chill the scotch glass aren’t helping. Some are melting. It’s getting difficult to pay. With yearly healthcare rates inflating things get hectic between paychecks. It’s getting difficult to cope. They beg for sips and taking gulps. You can have it, because I’ve had it. Sever all the ties, doesn’t mean much. (They sent it via mail yet how’d they get the address?) Settled overhead, second to none (Shake hands with the third rail and charge a fee due to the process). Parking ticket waiting on my windshield. The fire gets lit. Douse it, fucking burn it with the rest. Goddammit, I get that we need it. It’s just look, it’s been difficult this year. Sever all the ties, doesn’t mean much. (They sent it via mail yet how the hell they get the address?) Settled overhead, second to none (When everything else fails pass away and call it progress.)
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Ana [an-uh, an-nuh]
02:21
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It’s New Year’s Eve and I’m trying to leave but you haven’t the slightest idea. The pots and pans in the wrong hands are deadly. Count back from ten, we do it again each year. What’s your ideal outcome tonight? It isn’t this. I’d be remiss if I kept quiet. Look, don’t get me wrong. The fact we lasted this long and intact disproves the theories they had. We weren’t so bad. Losing my voice though not by choice since you and I had it out. It’s New Year’s Eve and I’d like to leave but I’m passed out on the couch.
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