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airplane mode
05:04
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jon
real estate pitch
scott
words; texts:
thanks for the music you sent, my friend
I think its kinda nice what you did there
if I had a credit card I'd pay for you
a $300 meal aint too much for you
I wouldn't be able to eat for another month
but I'd love to feed you
I should catch a bus outta LaCrosse and stay with you a couple nights
we could stoke the wood stove and play harmonica
I could teach you rhythms on harmonica
do you want to play harmonica?
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2. |
annie sent a bunny-gram
03:01
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for these scapes to grow
longdraw strip the curl
show these worms a home
do you wanna
radish carrot rows
seed for every hole
shoulder up that hoe
do you wanna
sweet leaf sugarbeet
chard and kale and beans
skip 3 steps lets meet
do you wanna
much to mulch it goes
all hail rain and mud
no ruminating cud
do you wanna
Take the dirt fork north til you feel the weeds rub your bottom
Get out of the car dust your boots and waddle in ostinato
In that stand of buckthorn birch with a strong whiff of cattle
Call out to the Hen o the woods primp your shaggy mane and say
I like the karl foerster there in a clump
It looks like a vase and it belongs
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
It looks like a vase and it belongs
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
It looks like a vase and it belongs
I keep wishing I were somewhere else
It looks like a vase and it belongs
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3. |
dining room
03:00
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Squirrel on the bird feeder
Spinning lights on the wall
That dog is trying to dig a hole in my couch
Whistling in the garage with car parts
Making shadow hands over a running table saw
We’re on the swings
only staring at the clouds
Re-imagine the concrete
as batiked cloth over a clothesline
Let the wind reveal the ripples in her core
we’re in the dining room
we’re in the dining room
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4. |
fireflies
01:50
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This is the untrue story of a petrified man from peru
your every breath ignites the flames inside his shoes
fireflies in ball jars phosphers and kerosene
i’m lightning in a bottle
i’m pissing vinegar i mean
he packed his henbane, thorn apple and mandrake and some joint pine for a little pick me up
bye bye doggie
and then his foot just mashed the throttle hang on tight here come the trees
bye bye doggie
your every breath ignites the flames inside his shoes
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5. |
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extra extra the porcine pests are stripping up the cattails and ravaging saskatchewan
the mayapples got choked out
garlic mustard declared the winner
every jack in the pulpit was gone
this shape fits this socket
that formation
you resemble a bone
this fish
a bowl a blueberries
and even that spoon
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6. |
joe pye weed
03:49
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I wouldn’t mind some more joe pye weed
I find the swallowtails are what I need
I wouldn’t mind some more swamp milkweed
Unfurl my curly tongue and pollinate a dream
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7. |
laugh track
03:22
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hear at the tough trough
thoroughly rough sauce
who non in a hot pot
long pole casters
what got the who
see her at the laugh track
heroine
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8. |
polliwog
04:42
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we could yell but i’d rather play hide the zuchinni that we found in the garden left there for dead
take it in your hands and knead it and squeeze it
powder it with sugars
turn it into a bread
She was a proxy server for a remote connection.He was a blob, with a large-tree optimized, backend
They met one night in a flex grid muxponder
A preliminarily defined stage, her optical carrier, was.His dual polarized quadrature phase shift keys, never unlocked anything, anyhow.Yet together, their hot swappable synchronization module supported an orthogonal backplane, that provided robust header compression.
Afterwards, she modified him with large blunt, amusing adjectives, and cack-handed invectives, demonstrating the awesome power of 53 entangled qubits. Mind altered, seeming grey loaf matters, anti-matters, annihilated doesn’t matters, looped perpetuity and spinning flame vectors hotboxing helical smoke trails and cinder sparked tendril figments, cooled, disappearing, reappearing, hot, over there.
Deeply, slowly, he inhaled. Similar to a time enjoyed, manipulating transparent ocular floaters, across his field of view, as a boy.
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coffee stain a foreword
mud glyphs in silhouette
daisy cutter butterfingers
trudy underbrush lest you forget
Horse jaws met rose hips at broken deer bones station
With glints of sunspots and over wobble the car was racing
Clanking kettles snaking eskers flipping stomach drumlins chasing
why's everybody calling' me chicken
lets drive to unclear alberts junk farm
to look at the moon
on their way up
horse jaws got stuck
in the phylum zanthoxylum
ankle deep like a rebar stick man in the sands of zansibar
lets drive to unclear alberts junk farm
to look at the moon
Horse jaws met rose hips at broken deer bones station
With glints of sunspots and over wobble the car was racing
Clanking kettles snaking eskers flipping stomach drumlins chasing
I bu hebe me maybe mebe I
I bu hebe me maybe mebe I
I bu hebe me maybe mebe I
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10. |
woodpecker dust
03:06
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woodpecker dust carpenter ants termites and thrushes
that spar is done honey they got the best part
its no good to either of us now lets throw this thing over the hill
what do you want for lunch I'm dreaming toasted pine nuts on a slurry of baba ganoush
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11. |
poopy pup
05:06
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Doug Seidel & Todd Tuttle
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He was a blob with a large tree optimized back end.
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