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Celtics vs Knicks
05:48
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Celtics played the Knicks
It was the game where Nate Robinson almost broke his neck
By acting like an idiot.
But earlier that day I experienced black magic
Whatever that is.
As the game was going on I loaded myself in a cannon and pulled.
I guess the magic rubbed off on me
And now seven years later I’m finally bold.
Bold enough to finally kill this whirl.
Bold enough to leave the pearl in the ocean.
A seven year nap heard around the world.
And I can’t even tell if I’ve awoken yet.
I’m never gonna get my hopes up again.
Just kidding.
I’m gonna forever.
I’ve gotta get my shit together today.
Why can’t we just start tomorrow?
I’ve gotta get my shit together tomorrow.
Why can’t we just start on Wednesday?
Fine.
Start on Wednesday.
Alright, cool!
We’re gonna start eleven months from now!
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I’m doomed as doomed can get.
School papers getting wet.
Some guy eating hamburgers named Brett.
Or were they cheeseburgers?
I’m happy as can be.
A kid with much candy.
A politician that has enough money
To make his scandals go away quickly.
I can’t even sing well.
I am a monotone.
I am a robot back pedaling when I’m alone.
Writing notes on Super Balls
And dropping them off the Empire State Building
I wanna see if white beard writes back.
At least I’d say that is my plan
I never claimed to know how physics work
Come to think of it I’m probably wrong.
Come to think of it, I’m probably wrong.
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Rocks
05:03
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Bored at home
Googling different types of rocks
It’s bringing back all these bad memories I thought I blocked off.
Sitting in geology
I’m the only one that’s working hard
On a group project with a bunch of fucking potheads.
I’m nervous so I don’t speak.
As if I needed one more reason that day to be sad
As if they needed one more way to rebel against their dads
Shitty grades galore.
As if I wasn’t already mad.
Because I can’t be the only one that thinks that pot smells bad.
Not that I’m judging or saying I’m above
If I was a bug I would have been squashed years ago
If I was a car I would have been repo’d years ago
If I was those years I’d be long forgotten by now.
Call me the Ottoman Empire without a pulse.
Thinking about all this made me think about my past more
And all the second guessing that I really should have ignored
And all the gut instincts that I really should have payed more attention to
At the time and in the moment itself.
I alienate myself over the dumbest things.
If I’m not alone forever
I’ll be alone for the foreseeable future.
Not that I’m complaining
But I’m tired of being soulmates with myself.
Actually, what the hell am I talking about?
That’s totally complaining.
I’m really sorry about that.
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The Sherpa
03:47
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One more poison cupcake land mine
That all the baby boomers are leaving for us to clean up
After they all die.
Revel in the digs like a bat out of hell.
Career in making a living.
Buy or sell?
Locked into a mindset
And I was told to throw away the key.
Told myself that I’d be fine
Instead I’m not sure who to be.
Does anybody have a spare key?
This is fucking useless.
I see myself holding little bags for someone in the future
That makes more money than me.
Just because I was told just to do fucking something
Anything.
By people whose advice ain’t free.
This body I’m carrying
I think it’s dead.
It’s dead.
Can I get you to say it again?
This body I’m carrying
I think I’m dead.
You’re dead.
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Costco and Hockey
06:40
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Costco trips are my only form of social time right now.
Not that I’m blaming anyone but me.
Babies keep staring at me every time that I walk by.
Do they see something I don’t?
Should I laugh at the racist logo on the Asian rice?
Or should I be outraged?
I’ll probably laugh so those babies think I’m nice.
Because babies like smiles.
Don’t they?
Because babies like smiles
I think.
Right?
Lately I’ve been wanting to get into hockey.
But my tongue can’t keep up with Europe.
Maybe if I smile more that’s exercise.
Or is it a frown that uses more muscles?
I can’t remember.
Walking in this sprawling warehouse
What if the apocalypse happened now?
Am I agile enough to climb up stacks of toilet paper?
And am I willing to do so just to stay alive?
And am I willing to live up in the rafters
Just because I’m terrified of falling more than I am terrified of heights?
Maybe if worse just comes to worse
The sample lady’s beehive hair is soft enough to break my fall.
My legs are shaking just thinking about it all.
However I die, I just hope I don’t drown or fall or burn.
But we can’t always get what we want.
We were never asked for our opinions by our urns.
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Guerrilla Death
03:26
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Had a dream I was blackmailed.
It wasn’t scary
Just annoying more than anything.
Hid in some girl’s bathroom.
The tiles hurt my knees
And I could still see the guy chasing me.
And then I woke up.
I hear the spray of wind and rain
My window is praying for mercy.
Praying never worked for me
But my window never kept me from learning.
So why wouldn’t I extend the same?
I’m the driver of an 18 wheeler hauling history.
I’m concerned with hoping that it doesn’t repeat itself
Because if it does I’ll surely crash.
And I haven’t had my flash in the pan yet.
I don’t have any skeletons left chilling in my closet
I just pull the red flag up
And stick them in the mail.
Just like if I were rich I’d go and be a dick in Vail.
Kind of like how Dan Quayle couldn’t spell potato.
Have I pulled up enough red flags yet?
If not, I guess I’ll tell you that I’m filming my own death
Through the windows in the front of my head.
Everyone is their own protagonist till they’re dead.
I guess I’m not all that much different after all.
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