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Palm Trees Wave
05:15
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Active shooter at the shopping mall forty shopping days ‘til you know who arrives. Read the headline and hear yourself say out loud, “Now you have something too. Now you have something to cry about.” Active shooter at the shopping mall forty shopping days ‘til you know who arrives. Smell the gunpowder and push your way outside. Now you have something too. Now you have something to keep you up at night.
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Soft Pink Hands
03:33
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Here we are hitting the God Wall and it’s so far from what we know. Give it all, even your body. Your soul is the only thing you need. All is lost while I️ am found. We hide and seek meaning in every single thing. Oh my god, careless as a cold sore we both ignore soft pink hands. Photographs stealing each moment we both know that we won’t get back, and I️ tremble with each step. Your eye looks into my head. Meaning is in everything.
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Koreatown
03:37
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Paint you on the side of the liquor store when you die. The one on Catalina and 8th. Paint you into a corner. Paint you in shades of everything. Learn to feign from sedatives, as if I️ could. Learn to taste from medicine. Paint you in blue and orange, as if I️ could. Curse me out loud. Wish for death. Stick around. Mouth the words but hate the sound. Hope there’s not more to go around.
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Millennial Pink
03:05
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I’m not the first of the family to go to school. I’m not the first of the family to go to war. I’m not the first of the family to shoulder debt. I’m not the first of the family to stumble toward carcinoma. It’s been diagnosed. I️ know and ignore the cure. I’ve got the world by the throat. The bomb has been dropped, I️ control the drone. I️ am the millennial. I️ want to be. I️ want to be more than to do if I️ am to have and die so soon. I️ want to be. I️ want to be victimized for I’m far too weak. I’m far too meak to inherit the earth. Our fathers were dragged from their beds and exposed for the wolves they were. Now we pretend we weren’t fooled by sheep’s clothes, Halloween masks, and blackened robes, and I️ am the millennial.
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Heat
04:12
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Left the heat on; it’s all been burned away. Danced in silence; we all needed encouragement. Life projected for all to laugh at. The end was bitter but could’ve been shorter. Every morning I️ take what I️ am owed and count my blessings on fingers and toes. Hold it against me why don’t you? Why don’t you hold off?
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Twenty Somethings
03:06
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You either make it in your twenties or you’re reliving your past. That’s why we look back on all our wasted days and we laugh. So let’s move to sunny California. We’ll be so happy when it rains. We know that lightening is just a pin prick, harsh light, and momentary pain. You either make it in your twenties or you’re reliving your past. That’s why we look back on all our wasted days and we laugh. And I️ truly hope you’re doing well but, I’m still not happy when it rains. Someday we’re gonna float into the ocean back to back, face to face with our mistakes.
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When they expose a Human Body on an excavation of my primitive home, when they dust near the specimen to perform tests on the fossilized bone I️ hope they discover this record in a language no longer recognized. I️ hope it raises some eyebrows. I️ hope they raise it up to the light and it warps in the sun or crumbles in inquisitive hands. I hope it’s scattered by a stiff breeze poisoning the lay of the land, finding its way into the ocean as plastic in the gut of a crane. I️ hope years form it into landscape never to be heard from again. Importance promised but not maintained. An audience targeted but not engaged. A sound captured and allowed to escape as fugitive music free men have enslaved. In history’s long arc, if this all be just a game, you can play broken field runner: broken but running all the same.
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And at the site I️ approached flowers in hand. I️ lost the plot, had to reassess, and circle back again. Her eyes were vacant just like mine. You said you lost your father. I️ told you so had I️. I️ asked you why you lied. I️ was mistaken. I️ apologized. We come equipped with a taste for the profane, for “the long shot,” and for the “one that got away.” Are we destined to destroy what we create? Or are we equipped to come to terms and turn the page? I️ asked you why you lied. I️ was mistaken. I️ apologized.
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