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She'd bruised so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours
They kept it like a pet
A private joke, they told no others
They kept it like a pet
A private joke, they told no others
November 12, 2025 at 1:33 PM
She'd bruised so black they watched it fade through the full spectrum of colours
They kept it like a pet
A private joke, they told no others
They kept it like a pet
A private joke, they told no others
A decade spent nursing a fear that you might never make it?
November 12, 2025 at 12:30 PM
A decade spent nursing a fear that you might never make it?
But let's talk about you for a minute
With the vomit in your gullet
From a half bottle of vodka
That we'd stolen from the optic
With the vomit in your gullet
From a half bottle of vodka
That we'd stolen from the optic
November 12, 2025 at 11:27 AM
But let's talk about you for a minute
With the vomit in your gullet
From a half bottle of vodka
That we'd stolen from the optic
With the vomit in your gullet
From a half bottle of vodka
That we'd stolen from the optic
She says 'if you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure'
Well I prescribe me one more beer
Beyond that I am unsure
Well I prescribe me one more beer
Beyond that I am unsure
November 12, 2025 at 10:26 AM
She says 'if you're unhappy, then you gotta find the cure'
Well I prescribe me one more beer
Beyond that I am unsure
Well I prescribe me one more beer
Beyond that I am unsure
In the shower I chew the soap bar
From the plastic the morning after
From the plastic the morning after
November 12, 2025 at 9:23 AM
In the shower I chew the soap bar
From the plastic the morning after
From the plastic the morning after
I'll take your heart with such little commotion
By crippling disease or with deadly love potion
I'll bind you and gag you and all's well that ends
I suppose
By crippling disease or with deadly love potion
I'll bind you and gag you and all's well that ends
I suppose
November 12, 2025 at 8:21 AM
I'll take your heart with such little commotion
By crippling disease or with deadly love potion
I'll bind you and gag you and all's well that ends
I suppose
By crippling disease or with deadly love potion
I'll bind you and gag you and all's well that ends
I suppose
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across the sense of impending doom
To get across the sense of impending doom
November 12, 2025 at 7:16 AM
Drawing tiny little pictures of skeletons
To get across the sense of impending doom
To get across the sense of impending doom
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said 'you've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip'
But she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again
I said 'you've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip'
But she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again
November 12, 2025 at 6:10 AM
I grabbed hold of her wrist and my hand closed from tip to tip
I said 'you've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip'
But she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again
I said 'you've taken the diet too far, you have got to let it slip'
But she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again, she's not eating again
I christen all the ships that sailed on your little kisses' saliva trails
November 12, 2025 at 5:09 AM
I christen all the ships that sailed on your little kisses' saliva trails
Knees knocking and blood flowing
So I want you to know
That I want to
So I want you to know
That I want to
November 12, 2025 at 4:04 AM
Knees knocking and blood flowing
So I want you to know
That I want to
So I want you to know
That I want to
Behold the once and future me
Sad suppers for the saudaddy
Sad suppers for the saudaddy
November 12, 2025 at 2:59 AM
Behold the once and future me
Sad suppers for the saudaddy
Sad suppers for the saudaddy
Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
November 12, 2025 at 1:56 AM
Don't get me wrong I love my friends' kids, sure they'll grow to be good leftists
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
Bet they'll make their parents proud and make the best of what they're left with
But they don't buy the beers I drink, and they don't drink the beers I buy
When I hold sea shells to my ears I'm pretty sure I can hear you
November 12, 2025 at 12:57 AM
When I hold sea shells to my ears I'm pretty sure I can hear you
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
November 11, 2025 at 11:54 PM
And all you can hear is the sound of your own heart
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
And all you can feel is your lungs flood and the blood course
Undeserved last minute winner, we're into town without our dinner
Mortal joy, so close to Heaven
If I'm first punch, you're two to seven
Mortal joy, so close to Heaven
If I'm first punch, you're two to seven
November 11, 2025 at 10:51 PM
Undeserved last minute winner, we're into town without our dinner
Mortal joy, so close to Heaven
If I'm first punch, you're two to seven
Mortal joy, so close to Heaven
If I'm first punch, you're two to seven
And how the tissue repaired
And how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said 'that's not yellow,
It's golden
And how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said 'that's not yellow,
It's golden
November 11, 2025 at 9:51 PM
And how the tissue repaired
And how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said 'that's not yellow,
It's golden
And how it turned to yellow
And she found it disgusting 'cause it didn't match her clothing
He said 'that's not yellow,
It's golden
Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
November 11, 2025 at 8:49 PM
Four sweaty boys with guitars tell me nothing about my life
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers and it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers and it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
November 11, 2025 at 7:46 PM
They'll knock the garage down and build flats where I sit
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers and it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
The traffic's so persistent it barely registers and it smells like a mix between petrol and dog shit
I drifted through a month alone
As I broke up in Amarante
Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks
'Cause it's the only way to feel sane
As I broke up in Amarante
Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks
'Cause it's the only way to feel sane
November 11, 2025 at 6:39 PM
I drifted through a month alone
As I broke up in Amarante
Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks
'Cause it's the only way to feel sane
As I broke up in Amarante
Nursed a two-beer buzz four whole weeks
'Cause it's the only way to feel sane
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
Looping round and round to me
November 11, 2025 at 5:37 PM
These constant broken heartbeats sound like breakbeats
Looping round and round to me
Looping round and round to me
There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
November 11, 2025 at 4:34 PM
There is nothing here to set the scene
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
No notable geography, or pathetic fallacy
It's 7:20 Monday morning
I look to the man with no suit for a warning
I look to the man with no suit for a warning
November 11, 2025 at 3:32 PM
It's 7:20 Monday morning
I look to the man with no suit for a warning
I look to the man with no suit for a warning
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
November 11, 2025 at 2:30 PM
Hung empty, the world spins but we'll barricade the room
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
Hung empty, hang onto me, and we'll quarantine the gloom
Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores
November 11, 2025 at 1:26 PM
Your hands will remain empty when you have stopped clutching at straws
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores
Cling to bad memories, forget all the insufferable bores
My prose as purple but not as pretty as lucerne
November 11, 2025 at 12:25 PM
My prose as purple but not as pretty as lucerne