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Lilly
03:54
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Your voice was taken before I could remember. Left to breathless affirmations and declines. Your long goodbye began before my life. If all the leaves on all the trees fell at your feet, where would you be? Way up above, or buried deep? I wonder what you wish you could’ve said to me.
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BFA
04:13
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Been waking up at noon. Well, that’s what happens when you’re up ‘til 4 and you’ve got nothing to do and I’m in no mood to force myself to eat or shower, so I’ll waste away the hours, sitting; soaking in my privilege and sweat. Controllers on the table try to convince me I’ll accomplish something by advancing storylines on screen and gaining EXP. But there’s real heartless ones outside and I can’t find myself a great, big, shiny key; that I could try to use, to seal away the great big darkness lurking in our aunts and uncles, and our parents, and next-door neighbors, driving pickup trucks with stickers for the NRA and “Keeping Christ In Christmas.” After hours on the couch, I’ll head back to my room, where my computer’s always on so I don’t have to wait for it to boot. I’ll ignore the mess around me, kneel beside my laundry chair. I’ll resign myself from trying if I’m so afraid to fail. Now that I finally have the time, all I seem to do is let it die. Another night scrolled down the drain. I think tomorrow’s forecast calls for me to change. Next morning I’ll get up on time and I will get to work. Put use to my degree for so much less than it is worth. Try to make something that someone on an off-chance might call art. Yeah, it’s been a real long while, but when’s a better time to start? Think I’ll go ahead and start... Maybe tomorrow I can start... Set four alarms across the room, make sure this is a promise I can keep. Got up for every single one, and I just went right back to sleep.
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Grumpy
02:07
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How long you think you’ll last without her? Have you figured out why everyone is here? A family of strangers fills your unfamiliar house, but will the absence bring you horror when the crowd finally clears? So hum along on your easy chair. They’ve got a good one for you today. Our underdog, now our last man standing in a race no one wanted to win. Hum along from your easy chair, the one she died on. And she’s not taking calls. That number’s not quite right. We spoke to her before, told her that you were safe and fine. Wander out again, see your car’s not there to drive. And we can’t take you home, it looks like you’ll have to stay the night. And when we’d go, your crying eyes would beg to have us back soon. But it’s your blissful, unaware smile, that has us wet-eyed, leaving you.
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Gumby
04:30
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A light went out in our house last week; now we gather ‘round the dim of the TV, and try to make a conversation bend and twist its way around the glaring silence. And it hurts to see younger faces, and no wall is safe so we stare at our phones. Play words with friends as family, to try forgetting why we’re all here in the first place. I wasn’t gonna make it. So this is how you drag me down to sunny, death-filled Florida; waiting room of God. That night before you left, you saw the future of your family cooking dinner in the town from which it started. And the last time you were in this house, you didn’t get to meet. And the man that now outlives you, kept you planted in the place that I can’t separate from you; you’re now forever missing from. And what’s a family without its head? Yeah forget the sun, we’ll stay inside instead. And what’s a family without its head? Yeah forget the pool, we’ll stay inside instead. And what’s a family without its head? Yeah forget the sun, we’ll stay inside instead. And what’s a family without its head? Yeah forget the flight, I’ll stay up north instead. I’ll be staying home instead.
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Crossover Episode
02:44
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I don’t wanna get dependent on your presence, ‘cause I know what happens next: you’ll have a full-grown child on your hands that never leaves the house. See it looming generations away. Addictive personality came down the line and right to me. It’s why I never swore off angsty adolescent vows to abstain, fear what might happen next if something sweet should hit my brain. Where the constant conversation’s on repeat. Constant want consuming every single free space I can see. If a little is good, more is better. So I’ll ride to my death on a giant wave of excess. More records than my shelves can hold, my Lonely Mountain’s mounds of plastic gold. Nature and Nurture stay in the ring with me, at odds over my fate, and I dread the day they take that belt away. So I’ll ride to my death on a half-pipe of indifference. If I’m losing in the end then I’ll just skate away the days I’ve left to spend. Now that the rug is out from under me, what can I offer next? Because, I never learned to push myself, and I never dreamed outside of rest. So I’ll ride to my death on the coattails of my friends’ success. Nature. Nurture. And Me.
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dorks. New York
long island. NY
four friends.
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