song lyrics from the callous daoboys posted at pseudorandom intervals (approx. 8 times/day)
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@ijomeli@void.rehab
(take, take, take, take)
i'm sure that you're just as pissed and world weary
but i don't think that means you're above any of us
all is fair in indifference, i wanna make that clear
everything looks so beautiful
but i can't decide which eye to gouge
watch me fall away, then drown into fame
stagnant science middle child
there's so much i wanna s-s-s-say but i just keep my fucking mouth shut
sister syzygy
don't you hate being
hike up your skirt, spill champagne on the coffin
get off her socks, spill red wine in the trash
through kick-snare rhythms
failed projects, non-descript, retreating to tropes
why aren't your friends all dead?...
"pretending to do man things, pussy"
having now seen the collection in its potential final form
we now know that these pieces weren't just created by man
but by heartbreak, anguish, frustration, infidelity, lust, addiction, divorce and suffering
one may imagine the head of a constantly changing beast
ripping open the author of these words with more and more blood
the head of a fox wearing the young writer's body to prop them up
whilst the second head of the pig snuffs out every word of regret
this is true failure, embodied and immortalized
this is embarrassment painted over the first and last name of the grave
(is the recording on?)
you knew eventually i'd write something that didn't suck
was discovered in the occupied zone of mena, arkansas
we here at the museum of failure were lucky enough to have the artifact marked as historically important
when it's been against mine for years
