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Beyond The Gates
01:10
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Spire
02:25
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SPIRE
The snow cannot melt, if there’s no
spring to take its place!!!!
Layers into the sun, blisters into the
Sea. Toxic black snakes digging into
the reef. There is no profound and
there can be no serene, if my body is
Hitting the ground, breaking against
the rocks-- Im no adorno frankenstein,
i just like the tall breeze,
I feel the pessimism sinking in,
growing fond, and it’s grasping onto me
Ptsd gripping intestines, ptsd with fangs,
The church i built in the mountains,
without you, without towers!! The church
i built in the mountains, without you,
without towers!! I’ll climb another
tree and i’ll break another flag, fried
wire sparklers interplay
With terrified pink flowers--
Pretentious, precious, well fed.
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Killing Cops
00:40
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KILLING COPS
ill set a police station on fire, ill set your car on fire, ill set that blue life on fire and hang it from telephone wires!!
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Scythe/杀
03:48
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SCYTHE/杀
血红的你
牡丹花儿,告诉我远离你
二月的春风裁剪了我的耐心
我的忧郁在街头荡秋千
来来去去,寻寻觅觅
一片烦云,遮住我的东阳
以为是一个教授,其实是一只蜘蛛,
以为爱国,爱幼,其实只爱自己
可贵,我讨厌你
我只会讨厌你
(blood-red you, the peonies tell me to avoid you. February’s spring wind cut down my patience. My woes play on the swingset at the end of the street. To and fro, in a fog of contemplation. Annoying clouds, obscuring my eastern sun. you think you’re a professor, you’re actually a spider. You think you love your country and the young, you only love yourself. Thank goodness, i hate you. My only option is to hate you. )
明月几时有?把酒问青天。不知天上宫阙,今夕是何年?我欲乘风归去,又恐琼楼玉宇,高处不胜寒。起舞弄清影,何似在人间?
转朱阁,低绮户,照无眠。不应有恨,何事长向别时圆?人有悲欢离合,月有阴晴圆缺,此事古难全。但愿人长久,千里共婵娟
(宋)苏轼 1076
(“how often, a full moon? Wine in hand i ask the sky. I do not know what time of year, it is tonight in the palace there. Riding the wind, there I fly, fearing the crystalline palace to cold and distant. I rise and dance, with my shadow i play, humanity far and unheard of. The moon goes round the mansions red, through gauze draped windows soft to shed, her light upon the sleepless bed. Why then, when people part, is it oft full and bright? Sorrow or joy, they part and meet again. The moon, bright or dim, wax and wane, nothing has ever historically been perfect. Let us wish that man lives as long as he can! Thousands of miles apart, her beauty ricochets.” written by Su-shi in the Song dynasty, 1076)
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