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Looming
02:55
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Spring has come. Nature is blooming. Eager now, change has been looming in me. All the seeds in the soil have been waiting months to break, but once they root in the ground there is just one course to take. And in some odd way, sometimes I wish I were them, the gift of choice can sometimes bear an awful weight. All the dandelion seed pods drift across the land, and although they seem nomadic they are at the wind’s command. So maybe we shouldn’t worry. Maybe something else controls our destiny.
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Planet of Nothing
05:46
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The workers toiled in silence, never saw their neighbors’ face. Nor did they ounce look up to see the vastness of the place they worked
in their entire dull lives, they knew that there was no point to try. ‘Cause they were each inside of a formless enclosure which obstructed all communication and exposure to their limitless surroundings outside the shapeless forms where they were confined. Stranded in a mindless progression, altogether void of expression. We are stranded in a cycle so senseless, boxed inside invisible fences. We are stranded on a planet of nothing. The workers weren’t abundant there were only just a few and they were all alone in this place, though
it was so huge. They virtually sat side by side, and back to back stacked countless times high. They used to wonder how they had come to exist and why they had to be so close together and stacked up so high. They looked just like a rickety building; a high rise on a planet of nothing. Stretching toward the sky, hopeless and contrived, broken but alive, they smile.
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Guntown Mountain
06:05
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Guntown Mountain, a freckle on the country side. Parking lots are littered with amusement rides. Well, this ain’t no suburbia. A tattered past-time hernia. Guntown Mountain, a riddle to all passers by. In Guntown Mountain, we all look so sane, we all look so plain. Guntown Mountain, a chairlift to oblivion. Sunlight shining, the old reptiles are glimmering. Well this ain’t no grand getaway, but still I just can’t look away. Guntown Mountain, oh what a world we’re living in. The only thing that makes sense is that nothing makes sense at all.
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Black Crow
05:11
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Black Crow! Hovering over. Black Crow! You’ll never keep what you own. Black Crow! No competition. Black Crow! Oh while you wither he grows. Black, Black, Black, Black Crow, no pity on a dead man’s soul. Black Crow! Perched on your gravestone. Black Crow! Mocking your body below. Black Crow! There’s nothing left now. Black Crow! He’s taken all that you owned. When it’s time, it’s time. No choice but to hope mankind leaves you with some peace of mind. But they hung you out to dry. ‘Till that crow falls from the sky we’re all subject to his spite. Black, Black, Black, Black Crow, no pity on a dead man’s soul. No fear of what remains unknown. But we’ll all have to reap what we sow.
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Two Frames
06:22
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Two frames on a film roll. Light through a pin-hole. Too much speculation, no information. This is just a chapter, what’s coming after? Too many projections, no real direction. Oh my, how we theorize, with giant eyes, how it will go. End times, or the death of light, a thrilling fright I’d die to know. And who will die to know? The idealistic is unrealistic. Two frames spliced together can’t loop forever.
The motor’s bound to burn out. No other turnout seems more optimistic. Oh, so sadistic.
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How Unkind
03:34
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Sunlight. Go time. No time. Show time. You’re starting a race that’s all downhill, but you’re picking up speed against your will. Oh, how unkind. Parent’s basement. Payment statements. You’re finding it hard to make amends with a cycle that snowballs till it ends. Oh how unkind. Long lines. Wrong lines. Flood lines. Bloodlines. You’re waving a flag that says “Surrender,” but deep down you know you will defend every time. Sunlight. Go time. No time. Show time. Still running that race that’s all downhill but you’re nearing the end against your will. Oh how unkind, but Oh, what a ride...
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