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Slow Burn
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Pour the gas. Strike the match. Feed the flames. Bless this inferno. Let the glow flicker slowly and grow. Bask in the all-consuming mass of ash, flash and fast-burning cascade of erasure. Let it go until there’s no way of showing there was anything here. Summon rain and hurricane-force winds to change the soot to a soup-like, slurry-swamp which was tailor made to drain and wash away every last inch of tangible and tactile remnant. We know deep down in our hearts that there’s wanton destruction waiting for the ok-go command; the destruct instruction. We burn deep down in our hearts. We are wanton destruction. We sound the ok-go command. We insight destruction. Once the fire ignites there is no turning back.
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Mark these words as gospel truth: The things you love are killing you. Every perfect moment is conspiring to eviscerate you. Savour each sensual second...its texture. It's coming to an end, my friend, and nothing's going to stop it. Brace yourself. Time is racing toward an end, my friend, and nothing's going to stop it. Take in its flavour, kick back and let go. Know you're barreling toward the end, my friend, and nothing's going to stop it. Settle in. We're just killing time until it ends, my friend, and nothing is going to change that. Breathe deep. Exhale. Expel every cherished memory until your lungs collapse. Mark my words.
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Infinite Teeth
03:23
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bullshit and "oh, no...I fucked up and now I'm paying for my weakness with false hope." Fuck you, your fucking soft shell, and your worthless pleadings for a fair trial while you're tied up, crying and kneeling. There are things your faith cannot repair. This world is built on laws that do not care at all if your sense of what is fair stems from words writ by your saviours laissez faire attitude toward truths that aren't there. If I go, then we all go bleeding. If I fall, then we all fall freely. My curse is a lack of feeling. This black hole is bias-free. It feeds with an undiscerning appetite toward anything. These jaws are all-consuming and built of infinite rows of teeth. All pre sharpened and gnashing blindly at the heart of your core beliefs. You will not be spared. Get it?
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Don't Die
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The time is coming…you can taste it. Vibrant faces have been replaced with pallid, shapeless, warped and weightless organ cases. You can taste it. Run and lock your doors up tight and bar the basement windows. Block the sunlights awful rays from penetrating any inch of this most sacred, hallowed ground. With lungs screaming for mercy, yell hopelessly. Your personal possessions hold no worth as your body reverts to earth. Oh, that vain and vanished beauty which once defined your youth means fuck all. Each second, so self-centred, shall ever be remembered by the brave and cherished few who tried to find the best in you through every awful, noxious truth. Do unto others that which benefits you. Don’t die.
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