1. |
não há tempo
03:15
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2. |
a moment of happiness
03:29
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3. |
older
04:28
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4. |
scream into your phone
02:34
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5. |
i want to respect you
02:49
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i want to be free
i want to respect everybody
every race, every woman
every gay person
so teach me
how to be
morally correct
this is what i want
please help me
help me
set me free
save me
stop insulting me
i just want to be free
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6. |
l'empathie / in istambul
10:33
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fourteen in istambul &
the best food he ever had
smokes firecams fill the air
lipstick-smudging party household homoerotic fetish
a drunk man crawls, fractured leg
the cigarettes help him standing on his feet
they call an ambulance, he cries himself
lies on a stretcher, now cabinet product
"i want to kill myself"
she said i'm a genius
but accolades are meaningless
and she won't remember such brilliance when the winter comes
homosexual tendencies springs eternal
i kissed a man, we laughed and sung
i kissed her next to the tobacco machine
just after she kissed me on the cracked pavement/forehead
the tension consumed us both
[OH PHILOSOPHY!]
or just me, i don't know
got a phone number, i'm a dick
my brazillian friend said it will be alright
charles manson said i hate myself too much
I CRAWL TO THE BED AND MASTURBATE AS THE ONLY ONE WHOSE STANDARDS ARE LOW ENOUGH TO FUCK ME
caught a cab with a rude, horny girl
god i hate existence & all it implies
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7. |
pessoa
05:27
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8. |
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18 & 2
sure aren't my
lucky numbers
no reply
only bleeps
bloops &
awful sound
the desire of telling you
i'm applying to college
the need to fix something
not broken but saddening
that and the gorgeous
immaculate
image
of you
the way your
quaint black hair
perfecly rests upon your shoulders
like a
new-born child
or a
pale patient
that &
sheer anxiety
fill my head paradoxically
the good of you &
the horrible of me
but i leave
so many blanks through words
more of them than
you could ever fathom &
i'd lament
and satirize myself
for being shitty
hadn't you told me
not to define myself
like the word of god
were he on your shoes
but don't feel sorry for
standing naked in nature
it's our environment &
we belong to it
if you need a
sweater i'll
give you mine &
i'd gladly give you a
smile if I had it
all I have is
tears to make
yours go away
&
waiting
until you wake up
keeps me at ease
if on the other hand
all i have is
you leaving
besides
sleeping is good &
you must be
so adorable
at it
& more than
anything
in this
crumbling
mess of a planet
it stays the same
though my mind
drifts from
station to station
i love you in earnest and not by mere occasion
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