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The Basemint

Cactus Kingdom

AFH (Adventure From Home)

Boss Rush Blues

Bones of birds
Like words
Are hollow
Because to fill them
Would clip their wings

Hollow Bones

Horn-heavy theme to the graduation folx deserve

A Graduation Theme For Better Days

A Lavender town remix for kids who believed the creepypasta about the song

A Ghastly Ordeal (Lavender Town Redux)

Waste not, want more
Than a room with a bed
 And a floor to a door
And these thoughts in my head

And a walk is without cost
The chronic pain, free
To wander, wonder, lost
the fractal tendrils of a tree

Searching for soles
 to bare the weight of waiting
On a brain full of holes
To shut up and make things

Sole Searcher

Did you know LA is a big fire
Helium giants aspire to burn so bright
Did you know LA is just a pyre
Sleeplessly the creeping heat seeks to ignite

And so we escape via freeway
Hoping that the concrete will protect our cars
But the global burn gives no leeway
Tongues of flame play their game,
 leave the place a frying shame

How can stars shine so bright
In a sea of smoke

Minutes past midnight
It’s not a joke

Indifferent idols
Beautiful distractions

While we lie idly
With no plan of action

Pyre to the
 silver screen 
Don’t know what
 I mean?
Compromises made
In a world worth saving 
Exhausted or afraid 
What are we waiting for?

It’s the California effigy 
Do the existential dread with me
Cough on every breath with me
Party to the death with me

t’s the California effigy 
Do the existential dread with me
Cough on every breath with me
Party to the death with me

Because It’s alllll we know
It’s allll we ever need 
Nothing to show but
Ashes and some old movies

Lightning Cracks like static under thunder
Weather that we weather for our blunders
Don’t you ever stop and stare and wonder
Why doesn’t somebody do something?

But the data shows that its companies towing
 us under for the money, knowing 
Full well the problem they made is growing
What are we supposed to do?

And so maybe if someone with some power
Would seize the moment, knowing the hour
Otherwise our future looks pretty dour
Nothing else will help us now

Because 
while we protest protest the murders
Oil tycoons eat burgers
Utterly unperturbed by
Their dooming us all

I don’t know what but violent means
Will help them see just what we mean 
And so it may seem obscene But 
This ends with those fuckers fleeing


How can stars shine so bright
In a sea of smoke

Minutes past midnight
It’s not a joke

Indifferent idols
Beautiful distractions

While we lie idly
With no plan of action

Pyre to the
 silver screen 
Don’t know what
 I mean?
Compromises made
In a world worth saving 
Exhausted or afraid 
What are we waiting for?

It’s the California effigy 
Do the existential dread with me
Cough on every breath with me
Party to the death with me

t’s the California effigy 
Do the existential dread with me
Cough on every breath with me
Party to the death with me

Because It’s alllll we know
It’s allll we ever need 
Nothing to show but
Ashes and some old movies

California Effigy

Peanut Butter, Baby

The harvest moon hangs, an orange harbinger 
impinging at the margins of our reality, 
fraying fringes with the force
 of stranger things than this, 
infringing upon the dawn’s orange glow, doubly so 
now in the refracted fire that hangs between us, 
a corpse on a noose, 
though truthfully the smoke is more 
the rope that chokes,
First us, then the moon
Because no more lunar-viewing life 
to muse upon her primal beauty 
as if it was their duty,
To croon her tune 
to woo a wounded love 
to view her light and wonder who
 imbues her with her wanton defiance
 Of the darkness 
that ever harkens to something insidious at her edges,
Without those who track the tides 
to ride inside aquatic curls 
that rise in ribbons 
or unfurl to the rhythm
 of her fickle will
Without some personifying mind 
to find meaning,
 refine divine gleanings 
from her pale gleaming,
Interpret earthly flickers 
through the clouds 
like whispers through a shroud,
Without humans
 her silent musings
 lose the life imbued in her by apprehension
she turns, tied taut to earth in turning tension,
Lifeless, yearning for a word like blue

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David Jones-Krause