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Sold Your Boy
03:42
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Soldier boy, he's caught up in a crazy dream. It's not his fault. Don't blame it on him. Do you want to ignore it? Go right ahead. Sold your boy
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Mrs. Met
04:40
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Her porous Teflon underbelly retracted
As she was, at this point, lewdly exposed to the entire softball team, she quickly attempted to right herself, at first flailing her truncated stumps around, and then wiggling her thorax
As this did little to remedy the situation, she resorted to whining in a childish fashion, which invoked piteous sympathy among her witnesses.
Eventually one of the onlooking players extended a firm gloved hand
She began squeaking in anxiousness as she thankfully extended a limb
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Go Home Now
08:57
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Flawless procreation. Presumed innocuous.
All the way at the end of that hedge maze of horse blinders, it will be roughly 4 by 4 inches wide, and it will bear the inscription, “burn the travelogues.”
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4. |
Disappointed
03:35
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5. |
Stockroom Glory
04:03
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6. |
Global Groove
05:48
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He’s still attempting to diffuse the tension mounting along the parameters of the fair
Idyllic dialysis notwithstanding, our portentous notions are soon corroborated
Yet there he is, still playing the game with the rest of them. Still trying to keep up. Still attempting to get the gist of it despite his bankrupt functional capacity. But I think I know what he’s running on
He knows that somewhere across that big unarmed wedge of bullion, there’s a stagnant smell involving several more maternal figures, either one of them praying admirably
Out of the corner of his eye he can still see that public bath-house as it emerges from a bouquet of estates, their voices visibly hollow
He takes a moment to look back at me, and I’m turning my head in disgust: “the plan waits for no man. Yeah! It uses an acknowledged place in history to supplement the harvest. Tradition, of course. Nothing more"
And what of the jockey? Still fundamentally true to the mold if not the manifestation of its precursory model, and all the more ignorant of this binding resemblance due to a heightened excess of debilitating environmental factors
It in physical maturity is now an eagerly-awaiting fissure, with recollections aborted
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Instructions
02:41
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What to do if your automobile is no longer capable of housing your rapidly growing family: apply a light pressure the axis of your cranium using the concave side of the plastic disk located at the hull of your vehicle
Do this for several hours and then lie down
(As he presses his digit against the outer wall of the tomb, he accidentally befriends an incorrigible bundle of royal dock workers.)
A consecutive string of cancellations, saliently highlighted in neon across the panoramic diorama of our youths, pops up
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8. |
Requiem for Dee Dee
01:35
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Dee Dee, why?
I want to know
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9. |
Colonies
05:52
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Scramble, preamble
Manifest, I.Q. test
Overseas policies
Civilized, advertised
Sanitized
Colonies
Diffusion, exclusion
Disaffect, re-elect
Performative
Your right to live
Colonies
Nuclear wire-transfer
Surveillance, bigger fence
Globalized, ill-advised
Super-sized, sensationalized
Colonies
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Cave of the Unknown Baby
05:56
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Female, I didn't do it
Why'd you gotta get out of me?
Please let me touch your hole, you're leaving me today
Even though I asked you nicely, it's still mandatory
Please let me touch your hole, yes thank you very much
All the while, your inner child's been lusting for that touch
I'm not illiterate, I'm just illegitimate
There's a cave—who let the child out? Who?
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11. |
I'm Okay
00:35
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