prompt was "bad examples"

the last time i saw you casting spells in the school parking lot
37 days before you left for that space station
trading smoke between our hands like mother birds and chewed up worms
touched my cheek and said to me girl curb your expectation

i'm not one of the good ones

now you're gone and winter's come and i am comfortably numb
trying to remember where you said that lucky star was
learned to smoke no-handed while commuting in chicago snow
guess that's probably it for me i'll see you in the next one

i'm not one of the good ones

one of the good ones

prompt was "she was a force of nature"

caught stumbling through a field that's flat and wide
she appears to me a circle in the sky
oh man oh god oh man oh god

a tremendous cloud the air turns like a tide
she calls out to me low frequency cry
"did you think that you would get away ?
who are you to make a break ?
all the crap that you find beautiful is there for me to take"
oh man oh god oh man oh god

spacious barn vs the vortex or, oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god oh man oh god

Prompt: "She was a force of nature."
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Standing tall and waving like a flag in the wind
A flag that wouldn't fall
A will that wouldn't bend

She's a force of nature on the dance floor
And everyone who tried to keep her down
Can't do a thing about it now

She was a force of nature, baby
Twisting left and right
And I don't think I'll ever forget the sight

So gnash your teeth and clutch your pearls
Beat your chest and curse the world
She's slipped beyond your grasp
And broke the curse at last

She's a force of nature on the dance floor
And everyone who tried to keep her down
Can't do a thing about it now

She was a force of nature, baby
Twisting left and right
And I don't think I'll ever forget the sight

She was a force of nature, baby
Twisting left and right
And I don't think I'll ever forget the sight

Force Of Nature

i think i need reminders
it's good to go outside
i just got out the door
and it's a brand new nite

walk through the city carcass
wrapped up in the seclusion
sounds from an open window
saxophone-forward fusion

today's Tom Sawyer
she's a real hot rod
plays Hang-On a lot

the nightlife owns
standing on this platform alone
i don't want to die
i just want to waste my time
the train arrives

the nightlife owns
standing on this platform alone
i can't feel alive
if i can't waste my time

tom sawyer

branches (GOLF cover)

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hidden in winter's weight
forgotten in summer's rays
buried in fall's deep shame
every spring renamed
over & over again

I'm embedded in 
my bed again
the clown's broken
starved for attention
I keep repeating myself
over & over again
all the time

every day I change
reconcile
estrange 
I wait
and I wait
the results are intangible
they're intangible
I keep repeating myself
over & over again
all the time
I keep repeating myself
over & over
all the time

over & over

I've been a lot of things in life.
Never been beautiful.
I've got a lung hole in my side.
I shit out of it.
My brother Mike was born from the same breast,
Or so they say.
And I am starting to believe them.
Haven't seen him in a while.
He's already changing.
Mom says where is your cocoon?
It's coming, mom.

You are gonna like me.
You are gonna like me soon.

The rumors, they don't bother me.
It's all in time.
We are mostly water and silk.
But I am more.

Water and Silk

my baby is sweet to me
the boy's got a fetish for commodity
we go riding in his shiny car
he brings me love and my favorite brand of candy bar

my baby's got the sugarcane
he's got the cacao tree
he sails to lands far away
so he can bring me back a treat
five minute vacations
i'm stuck to my man
an emulsification
soy lecithin

my labor is such a bore
but even when i'm stuck at home my life feels like a chore
the only thing i do happily
is put delicious shit inside me

wrapped in polypropylene
red, white, and blue
firecrackers of dopamine
when i bite in and chew
i love the sensation
i'm stuck to my man
an emulsification
soy lecithin

my baby is sweet to me
the boy's got a fetish for commodity
every day with him is pretty much the same
but i've come to hate my body in a brand new way

soy lecithin

Imagine there was a guy called Grügen... this is his theme.

Trouble In The Rectory (Grügen's Theme)

Three Virtuosos Of The Shyr-Knuckle Style

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over & over

GOLF (Conor James O'Brien)

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