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meat cravings
03:58
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he's alone in the restaurant, just sitting and staring into space.
he ordered a steak, so rare it still bleeds onto the plate.
in the dining room as empty as his gaze, something seems to be haunting him.
earlier that morning he watched his coworker get trapped in the factory pressed.
he thought about the way the gore pooled and he just had to taste something with blood in it.
inside his mind he hears a voice that tells him hunger is the wrong response
to the sound of his friend, thrashing and screaming, begging and pleading,
and the sight of his body - lifeless and bleeding.
but he manages to push the guilt aside and he finds the space to enjoy his meal
he replays the scene in his mind and ignores the shame that it makes him feel.
spirit and flesh
separate
behind his eyes
nothing left
a living body
is not supposed to feel like this
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dance of sharp objects
02:21
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"a man with a knife is a boxer, only he's playing for keeps. so slide those feet around! parallel to your opponent."
repulsion builds inside and takes the place of what left
when m blood sank beneath my flesh, leaving me flushed and cold.
unable to admit to myself what i just did, emotions build and seethe
an ocean of the hate within me.
all the things that made me do this leak out of you and onto the pavement
while your vacant expression leaves little to the imagination
with your torso split wide youre a gaping maw, spilling all your secrets
your body's a wound, shrieking and flowing
spirits spew forth and blot out the sun
just like your shit stains the sidewalk
and your scum turns the dirt to clay
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15 megaton sun
01:32
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flesh charred to the bone,
split like the atom that vaporized their home
the bombs that hit their land left them sick with radiation
violence breaks the lives of this displaced populations
their tumours are the ghosts of your desire for their extermination
tormented for capital and Lockheed Martin
sucking on rubble to forget hunger growing beneath ribs left bare and cancerous. the same tumours still make the Geiger counters scream
all these years after exposure to a 15 megaton sun
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4 of pentacles
01:03
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god is dead. it swallowed its tongues when it realized what it created. it's time to face it. the time and energy spent on us was fucking wasted. festering, wallowing in your own shit. swallow it. swallow it. learn to fucking forget.
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5. |
untitled 6
04:41
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