1. |
So-n-So
05:58
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i got no critical faculties
i don't condone amenities
my feelings ain't emotional
i got no hermetical history
my bling's bioconversity
my outsides ain't peripheral
cuz i've slept in spirals
that shoot from the dint of my swoon
wen my icy eye falls
on the sprung as it struggles to spume
n it puddles my dreams
wer the justling beams
can puzzle my genes
just enuf that i noe
i'm so-n-so
scuse me, is this yr microfone?
i found it down my baritone
such methods ain't methodical
looks like yr mouth’s ben missin it
i'd luv to hear u blissin it
sum blushes ain't cosmetical
n i sense the second
u soak thru the dam in yr voice
yr stunted sediment
will roll in the river's rejoice
n the life u let go
will fill u with roe
n u'll noe by the tow
that yr to is yr fro
cuz yr so-n-so
im worried i'll unwind
im scared i'll find my mind
im nervous ill obsess
im still in talks with yes
i detach wen i attach
im a latch without a hatch
ill have to tell my dad that it's over
im boring wen i heal
im appalled wen i appeal
i flourish in a rut
im lost unless im stuck
i need wut i don't need
im a deprecated feed
im better wen im bad to my lover
hey, catchy, wont u cum with me
free from this wrecknicality
wer the genera ain't generical
we'll be the source of the amazon
we'll get our twatty scatter on
our litter'll be so littoral
as they spawn hard-gyred
with the will of the natural whirl
n they never expire
cuz they liv in the mutual purl
of our wide-open home
with the moon and the foam
as we ramble n roam
singin loud as we go
we're so-n-so
i got no seat in certitude
but i noe our solicitude
is how we get primordial
for life
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2. |
Infyousiasm
05:58
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the staff is sampling me into a warfarin gel
but I just want one more second with you
they’re drizzling murine thru the port in my bad smell
so where’s my second second with you?
call SARForce One
tell em get here right away
and pull me from this place
O fuck I hate this place
now it’s in my abdomen
wanna chase your tail
pow wow in vail
like we used to do
all the babies i ain’t had are waiting round for me
high up in the tree
of infertility
all the babies i ain’t hard are waiting round for me
to help them do the be
but chances are
that chances are
or maybe
my chances are
their chances and
we’ll safely
land the ship on the lover
yr gonna lose yr life
downwire from the splice
it’s gonna send yr life
down the hobo arc of lookin
for where you lost yr life
so many dead end flights
so you could lose yr life
in the hero snark of brooklyn
J’vonte,
would you plz move my head into my hands?
i died today
and it seems only proper I look sad
with a little hint of struggle in the shrug
and wen they blame
all the onco-frisbees in their scans
say nah, he had some legend in the blood
and i failed to let it set my body free
but now i’m sunk i’ll tell you what i see
we had it all
we had it all
we had it all
we had it all
and it was all that we cd do to have it all
we had it all
we had rose gold walkie talkies made from fake remnants of the wailing wall
we had it all
we had our house get scouted for that docudrama on the death of rock-n-roll
we had it all
we had the apache plans for destroying phoenix with a great lakes waterfall
we got naked, we cd sing
we ate ramen on a swing
we had it all
yeah we were born to rumble up the hill
downers on the grill
i can see it now
you and me somehow
chimeric monoclonal antibo…
just one more seco…
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3. |
Maybe Shaky
05:48
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when i love, you love to fight my love
when i hate, you hate i hate too much
when i fear, you fear i don’t fear enough
but nuthin can take me from you
is the one thing i know just ain’t true
cuz when i touch down i fall thru
when i dream, you dream my dreams won’t play
when i wake, you wake behind a day
when i rise, you rise to go astray
but sumthin keeps you next to me
when darkness is all there’s to see
like happiness loves misery
maybe i need psychiatry
maybe i need perversity
maybe i need fertility
or maybe you need me
when i steal, you steal from your own cage
when i heal, you heal to spread the pain
when i breathe, you take my breath away
but you’ll never see what i see
cuz you’re always lookin at me
i’m yours cuz our love sets me free
maybe i need stability
maybe i need adultery
maybe i need some privacy
or maybe you need me
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4. |
Alone on the River
05:52
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i’m standin in the vortical square
waitin for my non-dramatic energy
cuz i never really sleep wen i’m
readin all the meters that are talkin for me
how’m i s’posta quit this original
paranoia lift-off scream?
i’m not yr map, u dreamy social boy
so cool it with the dyin for the camera already
i wanna put my girlfriend in yr mouth
so you’ll finally understand why i’m black
my vision was to stray from my vision
but i’m stuck makin a stink over the liking I lack
the streets are risin up in my face
i’m up against an irresistible wall
i’ll never be forgiven for the peace
that i worship in the carestream cuz everything’s political
wrong thinking, right answer
don’t worry, there’s a roof over yr disaster
all those canny tyrant dolls got legs
so they can chase the shit I left behind
sorry’s just a walk away away
so don’t stick yr needle in my camel’s eye
why’s it every time i make you cum
u gotta make it all bout eatin the rich?
luv don’t speak til it’s spoke in two
so punch me out when yr ready to kiss
ain’t no truth in tryin to act in touch
wen yr a free-fallin profundity
stickin with yr people for thr fire tusks
is braggin how there’s avocado in yr guacamole
i love the wind in my never too young
i love how i tell the toilet
i love how shooshi eats the beautiful kids
i love u stupid so now go and spoil it
if yr position in traffic makes u feel important
may i recommend a retroactive abortion?
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5. |
Sly Over
04:38
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when she shy
she shy supersize
when she pry
she so justified
and wen she cry
she use ur eyes
ain’t she sly?
when she spry
she so intertwined
when she fly
she the sky awhile
and wen she ly
she tell u y
ain’t she sly?
befor u can rest
ya gota bang with the best
and she duz
go where you’re loved
or do time for their drugs
and she duz
when she try
she sum easy-pie
when she spy
she go undisguised
and wen she mine
she otherwise
ain’t she sly?
to find what ya lost
ya gota pay wut it cost
and she duz
unless you relate
you become what you hate
and she duz
when she nigh
she so bye bye bye
when she wry
she like the morning-tide
and wen she dy
she so alive
ain’t she sly?
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6. |
Weeping Ritual
04:54
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girl’s got the fear of a gem on I-10
thrown round her borders like hate that won’t send
dabbing the news with the split rose she nah’d
to stream one more scared sexless song
karalotta
drop that doom rock
a sky isle’s calling yr cue
get off the feed lot
and on my free squash
it’ll titrate the soon in yr soon
the 33rd month of the day is coming
you hear the drumming
it’s just those journo hippies for war fair
you ordered yourself and they sent you their share
but why let broken windows paint yr room?
you die when you say
yr dying’s in the way
of taking the tremor for the tone
so back to first grade
to find yr stage name
beneath all those demons made of dough
and then let’s go
past the headline
showtime’s no time
dreams ain’t done to code
anxious just pranks us with calls from ourselves
i don’t know shit but i know when it smells
they claim yr soul is to blame for the slums
just to munition yr love
karalotta
the karankawa
are weeping at the rise of you
they know that fraught’s
a persona grata
ready for her baby shoes
there ain’t nothin out there but what’s in there
where yr nowhere
or maybe i just talk straight tequila
cuz when yr maui wowie’d i can steal ya
or also maybe that’s what yr in too
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
don’t matter if yr livin in the steel or the sticks, it’s so
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
don’t matter if yr runnin with the pussies or the pricks, i know
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
sumthin gets fuckt when sumthin gets fixt
so let’s nekkid up and check ourselves for politics, uh oh
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7. |
Aggressive Subtype
03:27
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maybe run my mouth for a while
then it’ll shit
try to keep my corrosion in style
and pretty the pit
aggressive subtype
aggressive subtype
repressive insight
such a dumb bunny
aggressive subtype
impressive head blight
aggressive subtype
so god-damn stuffy
come on down to the biowar
it’s you against an open door
that leads into the exposome
where graves are grown
where jocular suppositories
metastasize memento moris
into hooters cancer milking stalls
on endless silent retreat conference calls
i luv wutever bloom narcotizes
the sweet commune clutter buzz
i even luv it for wut it wuz
befor it wuz wut it just duz just cuz
today we kill, tomorrow we cake
so take what’s given then give your take
but to farm the swayed’s to spill your fill
and yr cake today is tomorrow’s kill
here comes death with his nite sweat stiffy
rubbin love all on me like a knife of jiffy
and i can’t remember if I
askt him over or he’s me on iffy
lookin for a native guide
thru the knees
wide to me in their ardent hour
loving me like a sopor power
with the oncolysis of bad keys
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8. |
Stage 5
04:04
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like a wolf in a stable
oscillating stealthily
round impending atrophy
he so frantic so lymphatic
gets it wrong again
innate playpen, what made you
reappear with needles
groovy daughter cell yields
eatin him away?
where’s the wild we knew?
it’s the no return
in the price we pay
just a dad on a table
autonomic necropsy
molting anaerobically
no more shoulders no talk-overs
til yr good to go
germinal biome, gimme somethin
rugged for my kickback
can i get that implant
from yr patency?
seeds all try’n to spin
yet there he lies
like the west of me
over the end
over the end
over the endogenous
transcript bottom-up
keepin animate
fecund embodiment
of the struggle to subdue the dust
like a fern blooming hazel
remedium andrologon
pasturage for mastodon
notochordal surely a portal
to the neocene
set in a scream, still we gotta
live in every muscle
supple in the hustle
til we feel him
out behind the awe
bearing us
to the unruly rim
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9. |
Banal Sex
05:06
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candles blind the censored bed
sweetened stench disdained
fr'out the brazing figureheds
sapience is drained
fracture swets the straining spred
slaps elicit squeals
gutted, guilty quadrupeds
innocence congeal
it ain't kind
but it's on my mind
i've broken with yr past
u'll pay for wut i did,
i'm dumping on yr fig
to fertilize my dad
epicure, unwean
n suk my missing thumb
u'll learn by losing me
to be my diagram
the landmarks of forgetting
r squatting on yr grave
tedious forbidden tastes
succor taunts disgust
nuzzling in the fecund waste
inequities entrust
longing for defunct release
vicious tenders bliss
O evanescent masterpiece
O hylic interstice
it ain't mine
but it's in my spine
yr wish is my remand
extol me with yr snub
the lytic demimonde
bootlicks our scissel's quab
j'demande ton abattoir
s'ouvrir ses portes gras
'fin que je voie pourquoi
mon scie cloche zozota
the great shakes of grisetting
r sporing in yr cave
wanting u misgivingly converts
the drive to have into the drive to hurt
for luv most luvs the luv that luv averts
they say we split at birth
wich means they got there first
so who can stop my hand
from doing their command?
only u can be it
if only u make me it
we'll know it wen we free it
pride reveals a latent space
sumptuous in its shame
wence the jiggered bouillabaise
egests a feted blame
i was wrong to crave my life
but it wuz rong to hide
allayer fake beneath the knife
how temptingly u chide
it just died
but i want inside
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10. |
Slow May You Run
06:50
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do you founder at the glee that roars
thru open doors, broken, stiff, and brittle?
do you lurch in corners taunted by
the gyring mass whose rhythm stomps your riddle?
do you shrink from the sensuous invitation
to share some synderetic transmutation
lockt as the laws
gnaw’n off your paws
cataloguin flaws
you’re so dead certain all see but none admire?
slow may you run thru the fire
are you draggled in the dissonance
tween perfect thought and speech that mocks the speaker?
are you crusht by quick encroaching walls
as panic screams, “Lo, the babbling cheater”
are you froze in dysphasic indecision
before your eager, open-eared ambition
lame to your love
hungry for the dust
head-buttin at the hush
you cannot conquer for all that you desire?
slow may you run thru the fire
shy the seed that surges from the stud
shy the child who’s crownin thru the blood
shy all raucous being unbegun
you can speak your mind thru me
and all your words will be
pure as providant lust
i’m gonna throw my voice thru you
and stage a d’etat coup
that the shusher shall be shusht
so you hunch in postures scrutinized
to proffer you the least excessive presence
so you stifle every impetus
that threatens to decrease your obsolescence
so you heave in the darkness desperate seekin
the reason that the daylight leaves you weepin
blind by their stares
wishin you weren’t theirs
ever unprepared
to face the judgment your innocence inspires
slow may you run thru the fires
shy the snow that settles on the tongue
shy the breeze that blusters to the lung
shy the four the three the two the one
you can roam freeform thru me
and from captivity
you’ll burst like the first surprise
i’m gonna scrunch up tight to you
and loosen every screw
that binds you paralyzed
you can live your life thru me
and my obscurity
will hide you when you shine
i'm gonna give my life to you
and all you’re dyin to do
we're gonna rush it right on time
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11. |
Dog in a Play
05:14
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yr home brew
yr rainbow bridge
yr all nite where’s thoreau?
yr sperm banks
yr messy maid
yr homestead on the go
yr scenic root
yr changing booth
yr play by maybe play
yr formative mull
yr mystery bag
yr blowhard every day
yr rebel tad pole
yr vinyl warmth
yr tantric uppercut
yr snowed-in fire
yr lingo herb
yr votive luteal pump
yr casket talks
yr morir sonando
yr entangling therapies
yr mystic hot spring
yr chizz throwring
yr damn well do as u please
we broke as fuck but the fuck ain’t broke
i’m quittin music, pawn my fallalery throat
rent our riddim cuz we’re clean quiet folk
shit’s legal so let’s move some soft soap
my hope it flickers like a skate country strobe
gonna fry our sopapillas in the friction of their hell no
in the kitchen of just
in the matutinal past
in critical condition
in the recliner of choosy
in vanguard ruins
in a sketchy direction
in genetic debt
in reciprocal frenzy
in the didn’t place
in a worship of pseuds
in yr outside voice
in a half rest
in love
and in lieu of love
if u want me to
i take u
yes, i do
to work yr farm til the feast is on
to wait for u wen u get withdrawn
to spin my wheel that yr fluted bowl be thrown
wen the tease turns true
yes, i do
i take u
hope u take me too
mom and dad
said i had
the killer nads
then i got it bad
in the neuropath
from mom and dad
stan for yr mama
flan her jicama
wetland her fauna
fab her madrasa
sideman her tablah
hand on her kama
gameplan her bama
clad in her virga
rain away
i take u weirder than a rubberband
shot from the wagging finger of fracas
i take u snorkeling round the teeming wrecks
off the isle of the lucrative pariah
i take u like a nursery rhyme
thru the stages of prodigious orchestration
i take u to my place so u can feel up
my exotic eureka complication
i take u tag along down the everybody
sideways ethno-disintegration logo drift
i take u back so far you’ll relentlessly relive
that moment wen yr empty hed wuz an expectant gift
doctor says ppl on repoch feel bout 75% themselves
but i can’t feel wut i feel wen i feel bout 75% myself
so here’s to the stuck in cement i’ll never get
cuz i’m way too flexy sexy in my everything’s my element
like a dog in a play
all alleles on foreign aid
moqui steps to the milky way
my opinionette sunday’d
of or for us afraid
moqui steps to the milky way
75% deplaned
into you
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12. |
O Bring Me Down
06:03
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i tried, my bride
to build us a better life inside
and u tried too
but there ain’t nuthin two nuthins can’t do
we have such a démodé, lovely way to drown
let’s go play the crazy stray til the top dogs put us down
O bring me down
O bring me down
no one’s clappin so let’s take a bow
O bring me down
ain’t it great to be so unrenowned?
O bring me down
it’s deep, this heap, but i can’t find a thing i’d keep
let’s snap in crap til the apes rise up n shoot us for that
y go on midst all the cheers that all yr tears r brown?
life is for the winning, dear, but this one doesn’t count
O bring me down
O bring me down
to a town that’s always outta town
O bring me down
wer my stupid songs don’t make a sound
O bring me down
it seems only yesterday
gets to hold the snake
probly cuz that handler man
can only handle fakes
O bring me down
O bring me down
ya I luv it wen we’re in the ground
O bring me down
neath the lekkin of the prairie grouse
O bring me down
ya i luv it when i’m not around
we’re free to be not free to not be not u and me
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13. |
Hesitation Dance
01:25
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i never wuz that good
at figrin out
wer i hid my kid
bangin on a can
to call the birds
i crash so i can skid
and just wen i think i’ve found the rite
tongue-lashin to lick my wounds
i get taken for my lover
by my tailspin to resolution
and i feel my boner
commandeer my wut infusion?
wen i bot artnigger.com
it felt true to me
but i tickt private registration
cuz i’m too good to be true
i never noe if i
shd keep yr qualms
on my mind or my machine
yr hesitation dance
is up in me
wen i fite for the wolverine
congratulations to all the actors
from body language is a dead language
many thousand mighty buffalo
jump off cliff wen tiny man
in buffalo hed jump up
and down at edge of cliff
i may be in yr space
but at least i’m askin for sum fuckin help here
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14. |
To the Great OK
01:53
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round and round
the meomle go
the meomle go
all day
round and round
the meomle glow
like a twinned rainbow
tryn to win the grey
round and round
the meomle crow
like a nursing home
on a youth crusade
round and round
the meomle blow
like a beauty show
in a man-made hurricane
here’s to the great ok
where it’s indemendence day
every time you don’t dismay
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15. |
Drippy Pole
03:02
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plug me in deep, drippy, smut my veins up, drip it down
down the slippy pole, drippy, ship your flippy grit sole to crown
shit yr trippy scrip in me, grip me in yr rippy run-around
got it awful bad now in me, drippy
lift the mother grub love high in me
scorch the paraquat zebra mussel titty
but spare my sweet aplenty mississippi
crash my rash no-hit obit in it smit me pretty drippy with yr amniotic peril feral city til I’m free
she the baby in my body, whirlwind of jumpy groggy, me and drippy pole
fascicles reformatory, my better gettin glory story drippin out her hole
paranatal tributary, fresh blood flash flood, drip, drip, you soily casserole
rub the dirty money out my placid alloruckus
lovers baking hammers into flippers send em dolphing thru the serostratus
nuzzle with the fossorial nectar flyin off the cavalcade of sympathovivetic flutter truckers
rushin to the scene where every hugger ever felt like they were doing zactly what enough is
me and drippy pole entangled in some brutal dioecious wreckage but alive and blooming indestructible
complete remission from the hemosepsis threw us under microscopic thinking’s least beloved bus
shining all your love-lit life in the shadow of an inmost bullet
shot at you by you so you can tether you in a stranger’s orbit
round the roving chasmal sun that is the senseless endless moment
of the only thing you ever meant screaming fire
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16. |
Chance of Dirt
03:59
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all my life seems I stumbled round the funny gold
slur’n to the guard, “ya gotta get me in yr friend”
while an old dead hand motioned to me from a junky throne
n the sandstone sang, “we’re gonna get you in the end”
any damn day it just crawls thru yr window
yr fast asleep cuz you were slow as a kid so
it takes a bit to get a grip on its mo
which is humpin yr leg til yr nothin but a pillow
n that’s when you wake like the spark in a widow
but it’s way too late cuz yr mind’s his mic, it go
“you thought what you don’t know can hurt you
so now what hurts you’s all you know”
far’s I feel I made love with everyone I met
but my friends still gripe I’m a color that won’t blend
n it’s maybe cuz I’m too fixed on an idle threat
from the dark house coo’n, “I’m a get you in the end”
faces pass by sellin smiles that keep you
from bookin a room at the hotel adieu
but when everybody turnt nobody a turn-to
if all yr lookin for’s the turn-off; would you
have come to life if you’d seen the preview
n realized yr gonna drown in yr canoe
‘fore you get it thru the rain
one long haul from that beautiful outta-here bayou?
O for sure it’s a bangin party
banged my head on a girl named risky
got to hear lord sir mccartney
do coming up after eleanor rigby
raced round town like a low tech taxi
found a couple a grown-up kids in my whiskey
pretty much just said “why ask me?”
best time was when that one guy
bust into the store n threw hot marshmallows
at us and we come out lookin like
a psa on the dangers of excessive hickies
once it come
you ain’t shake it for all yr worth
cuz all yr worth is all you can’t defend
like yr close as quail
stompin hard on the honest earth
for a little twine that’s a whole lot less on trend
yeah you twist and shout
but yr revolution’s run
and we’re walkin out cuz yr outta tune, my friend
so yr all alone
cept yr not, shit, he’s on yr gun
whisprin low and mean, “got you in the end”
where ya think yr goin with that fast refresh?
you the rabble in the castle, you the sad address
think the hot that is can’t touch the cool that wuz?
scuze me while i piss your dust
yeah you can call me shitkicker with a chance of dirt
but when the dirt get kickt you the shit I learnt
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17. |
Snow on Buds
06:11
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when the winds warmly
waft away the wintry
bright pink buds alight
eager for delight
then all the world starts making love
why don’t we?
then new winds coldly
gnash away the glory
and silent snow adorns
bright pink buds newborn
and all the world stops making love
why must we?
we all know the story
some buds die early
but in their demise
bright pink buds new rise
and all the world starts making love
which are we, love?
which are we?
i went to turn the grass once...
and then he flew as far as eye could see...
from sheer morning gladness at the brim...
and feel a spirit kindred to my own...
‘men work together,’ i told him from the heart,
‘whether they work together or apart.’
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18. |
N.E.D.
00:50
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deplatformed, I lay in your lane
and you tied me on
sister wife, with your man koozie fame
you got me in to god
no evidence of
chew toy brain disease
livin low and lux
in the valiant sleaze between the balance beams
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