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Mandarin
02:17
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Pain is love is closeness;
as time stops we disappear.
Haloed shadows swimming in and out of us.
My hands sticky from the mandarins in bed.
A genuine reflection of me, in you, through joyful sex.
My teeth graze your fist.
I am the golden girl through force and gentle touch;
My sex through sweat and orofice tending.
The hand that folds the fabric of time.
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I’m able to see all sides,
but I can’t make a decision.
Each with equal value,
folded like an origami octagon.
Repeating the same action
-expecting different results-
Repeating the same action
-to a fault-
Machine, Machine!
Machine, Machine!
A ritual, a habit.
A ritual, a habit.
A constellation of mold grows alongside the machine,
creating chaos in the monotony of order.
It blooms out like a collage of pressed flowers
multiplying from the epicenter - the source - the darkness.
Machine, Machine!
Machine, Machine!
Don’t bite dog, don’t bite!
Don’t bite dog, play nice.
A ritual, a habit -
Denier of possibility.
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Top Ticket
03:03
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Chevron stripes;
Five minutes on the highway.
Ohhh she’ll mark her territory,
but I’m undercover with a flash-light.
Hot tip - the girls like to tease her.
Hot tip - let me win or I just might cry.
I want the Top - Ticket;
Nothing average, nothing contrived.
None of that consumer grade shit!
Top pick, No - Game - Winner,
you wanna groove with me?
I’ll need strict compliance.
High speed. High performing.
Midnight cruising. Conventional bondage.
Beat it down with the double play.
Beat it down with the double playyy!
I want the Top - Ticket.
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4. |
Lovers' Lane
03:28
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Baby wants to sit in a parked car,
Baby wants to sit in a parked car - with me.
Turn left at lovers lane.
Turn off the engine to turn me on.
Tell your mama you’ll be late.
Tell your mama you’ll be late - late late - tonight.
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Entertainment
02:42
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6. |
Vinaigrette
01:19
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Dirty Plumage
03:36
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How does one learn to tread water in an emergency?
Try being vertical for a change instead of on your back.
Assert the common enemy
- a ritual burning -
We’ll have to slash and burn.
Who’s going to help us now?
Masculinity on exhibition.
A rare bird with dirty plumage.
Buy my book - I’ll tell you our history.
Buy my book - I’ll sell you our history.
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Expectations
02:25
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9. |
Soft Dance
03:46
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A soft dance
-Night drive alone with you-
Laughing our heads off.
Touch my face and I’ll sing you a song,
though your heart may be broken.
We dance to forget our heads,
We dance to lose our heads.
We’re just passing through...
We are just passing through.
A soft dance
-I’d rather contemplate abstract thoughts with you -
And I’m also good with color.
A soft dance
We dance to lose our heads,
We dance to forget our heads.
Ohhh and don’t forget to have a good time!
Laughing our heads off!
Tripping our heads off!
A soft dance.
The roots make shapes,
Interwoven - interwoven.
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10. |
Shimmy
01:07
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11. |
Pink Shiver
04:15
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(Physical Education)
Heaven! I’m in heaven!
Heaven! I’m in heaven!
Pink shiver, pink shiver.
Pink shiver, tongue kisser.
Explore this great American landscape,
With dumb passion!
Ohhh pillow talker,
You’re a sloppy kisser but I like it.
I just thought we came here to listen to records.
Pink shiver, pink shiver.
Pink shiver, human quiver.
I’m in heaven.
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12. |
Person
01:32
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P.E. Brooklyn, New York
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