[from: the Loss lieder]
sluice rage
i really don’t wanna do this
ghastly
murky
spun too much to demolish
anger’d hates the wakenings
milled right out of the lifesickle
odium
supposedly, they’re
waiting for the word made from sulfur
undo
green slips pay no time to laff escape
freak
stupid of life has a fried grate urn
unknot
asphyxiate
rats are sinking where
almost time
frown
got pretty hangmen now for bosses
scowl
anchor down found in request letter
anger has peas in a pod
kill time
then i’ll hold yer horses
amble at the gate crash sempre
the proof is in the plodding
the catalog begets those slow clapped hangings!
lash maker!
antagonism has the pea green sky
overall a hurricane from yonder wall
noncommunicational aspects
slovenly holdout or hold down
rile
but there
virginiac highlandedly
i remain a good fog from hooping
infuriate is the solo played
and unplayed and replayed and
lab in the labyrinth
hear-trending the lives in the sluice
a rash of red thread
calls the party over in my glasses poured out
night here d’ya
want some nite?
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