1. |
Tower 13
03:55
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Sun, sea and palm leaf teepees
Waves erode our remains into grain
Now our way one out is to reach the radio of TOWER 13
"STATION ZEHNNER, do you read me?
We are dying one by one"
When they arrived
We were unprepared
To pave our roads with bones
"STATION ZEHNNER, do you read me?
Eye to eye, his hand in mine,
As my only son drowned in the mud.
Now I'm drowning too,
In my tears,
Can't hold on
I give up......."
"TOWER 13, do you read me?
Hang on
Help is on the way"
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2. |
Paywall
04:15
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Is this a joke?
Or are you blowing smoke?
Are you out to launch?
At least that is my hunch.
You must be dreaming
Reams of carbon facsimiles
When you get to Hell
Come and say, "Hello"
Thought I'd hit jackpot
I don't know jack squat
Thought I'd made the grade
My best bets misplayed
Thought I'd drown in gold
When I oversold my soul
Thought I'd strike it rich
Fucked up my sales pitch
Thought I was on the ball
Now I'm up against the wall
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3. |
Honeycomb
03:53
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Crowd:
heat the alloy, hum along
bellows transpose screams to song
split the mold of brazen bull
Founder's bio-roasted jewels
Phalaris:
must be something
to know he can carry a tune
way down in the abomasum
Founder:
Whoo,
Is it ever hot in here!
I think I've made a grave mistake
Bad enough I dreamt this up
But now, here it is,
Another cruel invention in a
Land humming with cruel inventions
Enough horror to make
The whole thing mundane…mundane
...mundane...mundane…
mundane...
Crowd & (Phalaris):
heat the alloy, hum along
(way down in the abomasum)
bellows transpose screams to song
(way down in the honeycomb)
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4. |
Chantoosie
03:12
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Chantoosie, shoot low
one more round in the colt
make peace, aim slow
Dealer won't knock twice
or ask nice to enter
scratches in heartwood floor tell why
Chantoosie your range
boasts formidable strength
but fame's an octave below....
Change won't come never
despite our best efforts
Fate's faint construct
swings on the memory of want
scratches in oak tell why we're bound and hanged
Stray shot and ammo
your round rebounds
scratches in oak tell why
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5. |
Slasher
02:52
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Active shooter in the voting booth
shelter-in-place as he hacks at root
choosing own civility
moral code is the way to be
tasting with tongue at parts far away
people flinch
(but he don't interface)
"I reach out my hand
to block the knife
from piercing my chest
and breaking my heart"
Slasher flickers in the ballot box
executioner looks dumb as rocks
his XOR green thumb permutates
as Moore's law doubles down on unknown graves
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6. |
Meng Po
02:40
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Cut the ribbon
at Lethe's border
in between fangs of oblivion and grief
Wander Gehenna
in your pajama bottoms
you lucky duck, that ain't no via dolorosa
Your tongue
boiling in salvation
forgets the fire it forged
spills over and scalds another
...blank, cruel and tame
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7. |
The Acronym Egg
02:43
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8. |
Endpoint
03:54
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the fear of missing out
when looking down
from endpoint
the risk of losing it
when moving toward
the endpoint
chevron in the sky
traceroutes
168
blue notes
the single aisle splits them into 84
halftones
as shrapnel twists then
chips the glass flight deck
air-o-mantic mas-
querade
occupies the spoliated carousel
the thrill of fanning out
unmade road
markup code
& fallstreak holes
in green sky
the loss of ROI
when making up your mind
for endpoint.
vertical wind shear
trishula pierces torquemada's body camera feed
of chevron tumble lining streaks of sky
jitter rattles IPsec
bridge line
gee-o-matics
offset the broken nose
chevron's tumble line
offlines
169
client / server sides
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9. |
Ruderal Spine
03:42
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10. |
Cauldron of Mercy
03:50
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