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• Triumph & Tragedy - Grade
• Twenty Moons - Grade
• Vertical Transmission - Grade
• The Worst Lies Are Told In Silence - Grade
• The Tie That Binds - Grade
• The Tension Between Stillness And Motion - Grade
• The Joy Of Stupidity - Grade
• The Inefficiency Of Emotion - Grade
• The Empress - Grade
• The Adaptation Of Means - Grade
• Termites Hollow - Grade
• Tearjerk - Grade
• Symptoms Of Simplifying The Simplistic - Grade
• Stolen Bikes Ride Faster - Grade
• Sixth Chamber - Grade
• Second Chance For First Place - Grade
• Seamless - Grade
• Punk Rock Song - Grade
• Pocket Rocket - Grade
• Digga Digga Song - Grade
• Cripple - Grade
• Conceptualizing Theories In Motion - Grade
• Winds Of Hell / The Glorious Dead - Grade
• Will Bending - Grade
• When Something Goes To Your Head - Grade
• Weave - Grade
• Victims Of Mathematics - Grade
• Overthrowing Creation Itself - Grade
• Miracle Ear - Grade
• Little Satisfactions - Grade
• Life Gets In The Way Of Living - Grade
• IN THE WAKE OF POSEIDON - Grade
• In Ashes We Lie - Grade
• Impulse - Grade
• Illustrate And Design Parameters - Grade
• Hive - Grade
• Hairdie - Grade
• For The Memory Of Love - Grade
• Entangled - Grade
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• Bleeding Warm & Newly Dead - Grade
• Bedhead - Grade
• Becoming Not Being - Grade
• And Such Is Progress - Grade
• A Year In The Past Forever In The Future - Grade

All I want is the best for myself. Triumph over tragedy. The overwhelming power of death is there just to inspire. Translation, life is different ways of not dying. My Relationship with reality, it comes and goes. We rarely see eye to eye. She's disappointed when I try, and upset when I don't. Her smell lingers in my sheets, and in my shirts. It teases my memories, from time to time. And from time to time, I cradle desire into slumbering fantasies.

why are people more interested in how
a building reaches to the sky
than it touches the ground
she is always looking up
as I pull concrete from my teeth
and in exchange of complication
if I lose her where will I
be her 20 moons elude me
in my time of need
bells and hammers are rarely friends
but my promises stand tall
and are here with me
the fly's will feed on corpses
as do the frogs on them
and the mosaic of broken bottles
lodged in my neck, bleeds conveniently

with broken arms,
a nasty note and a dead rat,
I carry with me
her suspension of disbelief
why can't I be the genius
who solved the greatest
problems of his time
am I even beyond
metaphorical assistance
why must I be a paint brush
when we need a wrench
her arrival at the correct velocity
in order to perceive
has been cancelled, and filed away
this abstraction shall
repeat in sequence

Questioning the questions. What if thoughts didn't leave the thinker? I don't think my frequency is coming in. My connections aren't connecting. I'm acting real with the actors acting well. I just want to let you know that I haven't failed. Do you think of me, like I do of you? Sometimes I think I've got all the answers. You have to be inventive to keep inventing. I'm acting real with the actors acting well.

we are the workers united labouring for the fuck machine victimized but not defeated, no just think that they sustain the motion i will not pretend to have figured a way out ride them to the end orchestrate to castrate they are the workers united labouring for the fuck machine unionize

I'm at a loss for words but I keep on speaking. Apologies, I have none. I'm not ashamed of who I am or what love done. Courage cannot be approached with caution. And I'm one hundred percent certain that I'm not sure because every time you think you got it, it changes. And if I want it I'll get it, and you know what, I want it all. I'm still getting the mixture down, but I'm staying. It's the difference between what's right and doing the right thing.

lift me away if you're clever enough to distinguish yourself from the process dream not of the day we create the future no one is ever satisfied with the choices the joy of stupidity is no longer useful it's all garbage don't waste the potential it's time to grow i never thought that it needed to continue i've seen enough i leave it up to you

Of all the great inventions constructed from the unstoppable molecule, nothing can resolve it's magnetic impulse to club me into silence. You broke my heart before I had the chance to fall in love. What am I supposed to do? You say those words,they're just beyond me. Where do you start when you are already in the middle of things? Do you love me? You can not say it but you can feel it. I wish ourselves the best.

(Instrumental)

everybody wants to be beautiful to stand opposed to nature yeah, design is the power modification by skill building blocks to promote and provoke do we amuse, do we abuse you do we amuse, do we abuse you there's no coincidence to the absence of the important we rule the world not the officials we are the beauty three cheers for me hip, hip, hooray [x4] we are the ugly redecorating for the ... destruction

every word she said
lured me into surrounding
my fingers around her throat
now I roll along
with her severed head
her design is fit only
for a creature as foul as
every word she said
was like feeding
paint chips to an infant
her coil was comforting
with black blood and a frozen touch
hopefully the hordes of worms
will take the rest of her away
as I roll along
with her severed head

i fear the fear that stalks me an irritant which dwells and thrives upon the threshold that defines all meaning and i wait i fear the fear i that haunts me i fear the undefined my non-existence i fear it the abduction of my understanding i'm just a servant to the endurance of death i'm not dispensable but i cannot escape natures laws i'm not dispensable i'm afraid i need a reason to compensate i'm a captive of affliction.

it's not as simple as i make it out to be i keep putting in the nails and the screws and they rust i haven't fooled myself this time and i know so much i forgot to learn it's all about love

Some people like to go some of the way, but I like to go all the way. You have to claim responsibility for your own perfection. Don't be afraid of the word no. It gets in the way of progress. Just look further and do better. The blood on your lips has that lipstick touch. And Stolen bikes may ride faster, but you always get caught beneath the wheel. And it's this vibration that sets the precedent for good sensations. Jump off the rides not taking you anywhere, it's not heroic. Just break the way.

I am above from where they are reaching
and what they ask of me I am beyond
as life unfolds these
eleven lessons in chaos
I lay before you
but should forgiveness play part
in this procedure because
pebbles and sand still sink ships
and are even above
from where I am reaching
broken buttons and flawless skin
have landed me within this tender trap
just to boar through flesh
and to extract the materials
of the world from me
pay no mind of my retreat
because the other rats
can always show you the way

This is my second chance for first place. My love is secured while my fortune changes. I'm swimming in my own heart, choking on the blood. This simple flight has melting wings from burning tears. An idea is only as good as it's inspiration, (A bad idea it is) and I'll make it any way. I'll hang the rope so you can push the horse. This experimentation in magnetic's rides with the stallion while I'm left to swing.

I still remember lying on the couch, my one arm falling numb. The other with a little much to do, your breath on my neck made me lose my concentration. I don't think we even got through the movie. I don't think we even got to my room. She said "Take it Down" and from the under I would have told her she was pretty, that I loved her eyes. If I could see her face what it would tell me is moments like these never last. I wish this was seamless, that there was no pain. There is no way. Why we do, what we do. I'll still remember.

i try to realize i try to understand what every thing has become and i want to strip away the incompetence expose everything to my loveless heart i want to be loved how much longer will it torment me i'm strapped within the weakness of my uncertainty, my sexuality, my inadequacy laugh at me as i slip away in search of serenity to suture the wounds as i am swallowed within its twisted complexity it calls me the spoiled soil save me it doesn't me anything how much longer will it torment me it calls me to save me

part 1: have i failed have i become unworthy what's this unwarranted distrust in my abilities have i failed stretch in progression, kill the thirst for distrust it's an abused weapon no longer secured within stable nurturing yet i stay here.
part 2: when i was brought in into this world i wasn't abandoned i'm by myself but not alone will i do the same part 1: the children can i provide responsibility can i provide the life the love can i provide.

transform liberate navigate and regenerate reevaluate the inexcusable judgement of all those who surround us believe in the deceit you must believe in the sensory deprivation the seduction to distract induce and decay injected the virus of ignorance swallowed through medic manipulation the primal source of intoxication the intervention to infect and misdirect us from the hideous crimes of the grand deception

conscious to my surroundings the curse of birth that i am strapped to unable to i gnore life's atrocities my physical presence cripples my only means of escape and i want to escape this and it always brings me back to reality i try to lose but i always will retain it release me from my awareness the feelings strong enough to kill me i become so afraid that i want to die cast upon me the strength to survive my awareness is my true love and keeps me alive

tune in to the transmission blast off, switch on confuse inertia's state of affairs a still frame can still create motion my rest is still on the go my motion is in unrest i know for myself i am consumed by the magnitude travel and transport a grand collaboration of movement i'm caught up in the orbit there's no apparatus malfunction the signal is out i swear i just breathed napoleon in his carbon floating in the oxygen i'm revolving in the rotation i don't know where actually i'm over there

(instrumental)

when opinion is
brought on by suggestion
the anecdote
is not evidence enough
for handouts of daily anesthetic
to disguise the next disappointment
or as eating brains
can cure primitive intellect
the history of my mistakes
bases on the pretense
of being paid to
paint over spiders as important
instead of listening to the
leaves as they amplify
the beat of the rain
we take a hammer to the head

It doesn't matter if it's something, as long as it's anything. When something goes to your head, it's all just the latest craze. Then she said "You're a better fantasy, than a reality". What a way to start the week (What a whore she was). Monday was the first kiss for the second time. She's the cuts that just won't heal. What I sing today, what will it mean tomorrow. What I scream, what does it bring today ? We walk arm in arm, but I'm just an accessory, baggage to give her the polish she thrives for.

our strategies lend themselves to confusion our inhibitions spoil everything where should i begin where do i stop where do i start we don't inherit we just borrow from the future lend me the future and i'll build my social disdain is apart of an evolution to deactivate the selfinfliction of incapability lend me the future and i'll build i'll shut out from commercial intercourse but with this where i stop where do i start lend me the future and i'll build.

I'm one fourth of what I used to be and half of what I need. We're the victims of mathematics, applying fractions to modern day living is as useful as handing gasoline to an arsonist. It's a twisted science I can't add up the ones and zero's. Does arithmetic count? It just totals our mistakes and subtracts our gains and still the volume isn't any louder. I need more rock in the monitor so get your hands on the console. This mechanism is creating victims. I need more rock in the monitors

when the shadows grow long
and gravity begins to let you down
can the spacebound foetus
pilot around and our way out
because to me every moment matters
you can never move forward
while standing still
to me every moment matters
shall we just place the blame
on invention or our ability
of discovery
the temperature will drop
as the astronauts
are seduced by the twilights'
motherly appeal
and deaths arms are outward bound
as we strike upwards
towards the stars
into this god's trained hands
to me every moment matters
because death's arms are outward bound
crushing us like cars
into tiny squares
to me every moment matters

whispers of sweet thoughts into my ear from the poisonous breath of society glazed and prepared to attract and attack while i'm weakened from the aroma of what could be but which never is and i hear it calling an overwhelming warmth it subtly dances around me can you see it swallow me an imagination of idiocy can you see it crush me the cause of my disparity it's living all over me all i need is it to leave or love me it's all i need can you hear it calling? i can hear it i need it but i don't want it i disguise it and i despise it it's all over me and i need it.

all of my thoughts and wishes
were for her
to smash her head
through the windshield
and let the shattered glass
drop to the pavement in song
some of the best times I had
were when I was missing her
apparently
I don't mind desperation
if it bows in my favor
so it seams
without you
I have little satisfactions

hey, hey let's get over this i'm crushed by the push and when i listen i still don't hear kiss me and it will be fine my lips are well its my heart that's recovering your sweet saliva i prescribe life gets in the way of living i'm a teacher and the student a significant insignificance but still as everything changes kisses and hugs are all i want to

the bodies were still warm
as we awoke
time took past away
we dragged what was left
to the shores
all just to see death
burn holes through the black depths
in deliverance of the ocean nymphs
all just to see death
burn holes through the black depths
and past saturn's' rings
such beautiful things
these screaming voices
of bloodless corpses
time will take that away
come to me
with the tales and travels
of the true living dead
come to me
legends, gods and mystery
as my brothers in rock send
secret whispers to thee
legends, gods, and mystery

are we here to understand
or to survive
we are building mountains
the blueprints are being drawn
as breathless words
pour from these eyes
mounds lay like bodies in the morgue
side by side, in ashes we lie
are we here to understand
or to survive
smoke screens and bandages
cannot hide the icons in
architecture that stand as archives
of colossal structure
assembled to destruction
layer in degrees of grey scale coating
so travel broken rivers
across manufactured landscapes
and along the rebuilt
curve of the planet
as breathless words
pour from these eyes

surging carnal confusion mechanisms submerged within replicate multiply charge blindly into planetary supremacy expand encroach taste the pungent taint on your tongue hypnotized desensitized minimized realize recognize the mutation the infestation devastation of the world around us its fragility is torn from our insensitivity its torn away taste the pungent taint on your tongue the halitosis of human industry

i'm a student of the obvious i've the equipment to magnify i've got the angle to focus on the scope can you visualize are you mesmerized by the conclusion of molecule composite performance i've got the angle to focus on the scope round them up and build empireÅ’ from compound to component

as sperm pools in the palm of your hand attempt to solve national affairs with only the understanding that lysol can give you a buzz if you sip it slowly view the innocent and the guilty dying before us the apathetic hive of uncertainty only to dismiss and decline it the only way political agendas affect us is that the evening news is more colourful or the price of toilet bowl cleaner inflates twenty percent sink back into the hive.

try to justify tradition justify it try to justify the millions that have fallen justify the billions that will follow justify teaching the crimes embrace the collision nurse us back from the confusion which cradles us into submission cry for me 'cause i'm never coming back disrupt the rituals collapse the virus that humanity incubates it exhausts our awareness we can't afford the loss cry for me cry for humanity cry for me

The last time I saw her, I stood tall and played the role. The great architects' post and lintel has fallen. It ended in Chicago on the phone, and it took two years for my contempt to turn to compassion. And with mascara tears, she cried "I will not survive without you". I would like to think that everything is OK, that it's not just broken wings beneath my heels. She needs more to survive this memory of love. I need more to forget this memory of love. Will it ever end? In life you have to choose your own pain, especially when it comes to the memory of love.

in mystery of how they could let us become one step closer of living eternally in misery the answer lays right before me its simplicity is engorged by what's taught in the past they say nothing can be obtained that easy attaining things that way is just not meant to be it's denial of what we are facing we are the brainwashed generation implanted the denial of what we are facing we are not incapable of halting this desecration don錿 give in to their violations believe

classified to defend the security of a deviant country unproving answers to withhold and mislead us from the truth never to be acknowledge the existence of an alien species the knowledge that we seek has been repressed by government cover-ups and religious faculties and the lie they keep on believing their own lies confirmation is shielded by a veil conspiracies hidden is the contact of alien species their chariots of fire have been mistaken for your gods religious interpretation have failed to explain creation the answer lies in the mysteries classified to defend the security of the jason society of mj-12 their ability to deceive will not penetrate my mind why is it classified entangled a visible trace is left before us forged by our elders naiveity their self conceived narcicism now leaves us drowning in agony we are left pleading down on our knee's deeply

captivation and attraction lend themselves to desire furnishing the awakened dreams with exotic thoughts of eroticism and creativity (and i dream) the inspiration of human advancement immobilized by the idoclasts narrow vision of sacramental absolution masturbation and intimacy awaken motivation yet it's openly defamed without rational thinking gratification is not a meaningless emotion it does not deserve ridicule or the extremes of genital mutilation recognize the feeling it's not a toy.

if bound by complication
the ratio of my exaggeration
is all mixed up
between meters and miles
the measurement of the situation
is a diagram of a useless
escape plan
the defeat is bleeding warm
and newly dead
and even if I drilled enough
holes in your head
the diameter would not let
enough oxygen in (to activate
the compounds in) your
brain to think

merge and absorb the splendor welcome to the next step welcome to the new world wake up and enjoy the isolation guide yourself from the delusion that it will be so easy the eleganceof stability as disappeared wha t is the next excuse when is the big discovery when will it all come together.

how the rapier speaks to flesh
is not unlike the serpents' tongue
enlightenment of understanding
through confrontation
I'm using my perspective
as an excuse
adversaries as gravity and momentum
step through apologies
for the right time to kill
and if concrete holds me below
I will marvel at the sun
until I stop breathing
decay and return, and as apparitions
I will move amongst you
as hopes and dreams
place the pillow over your face

we are living in a world of unconsciousness and in this world we are devoid of all sensibility, a gross self interest of undefined proportions, education eliminates itself diluting the path which leads beyond the curriculum of uniformity and the actuality of thinking, expanding, defying and redefining. a nd propose that we depart from the duties that we have been conditioned to serve, a civil disobedience of sorts in order to reroute the political authorities which control the execution of law and order that service the few. i defy what capitalism has become and i defy what it has done to me. and living in this world the solutions that are so desperately needed are provided yet ignored. an intellectual insurgence awaits as we educate each other and learn from those who have gone beyond the perimeters of mindlessness. ... and such is progress.

This is a time in my life where everything is falling apart, and at the same time it's all coming together. Those summer days that I longed for never really were what I wanted them to be. Just like when beautiful people drive ugly cars. I'm hitting the road again with five of my best friends. We always seem to disagree, but I still enjoy their company. And when I leave I'll make you another mixed tape. Those singers always know just what to say. My throat's already hurting, and it isn't even the first day. The record sounds great, but for some reason I can't pull it off from day to day.