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Contour
02:40
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Rocket shuttle launcher. Bottle rocket Fourth of July. Plastic Santa Christmas Eve. Chocolate bunny Easter Day. Don Quixote Fifth of May. All of these symbols I can't keep track. Are you Jimmy Z or am I Panama Jack? Adore hues of heat. Rocket shuttle launcher.
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Uncle
03:02
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Dirty fingers working in the garage. Working for a living supporting his family. Smiles so seldom. Heart worked dead. You twist my arm and I yell uncle. Indian burns. Where is my uncle? Louisville Slugger. He is a Scorpio. What is a Scorpio? I am a Leo. We don't get along.
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Waits and Measures
03:04
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That horn you honk. Those brakes don't work. You scare me away more than keep me alert. We raced our bikes to first red light. I would have won but she flashed her brights. Green. Yellow. Red. I just caught freedom with hands sewn shut. I'd love to feel your face but I can't touch. These weights and measures they burn my eyes but it could be miles per hour or ounces per pint. Green. Yellow. Red. So we fail. So we failed. Sitting in his room he puts words to notes. Excited by lack of interest decided by know nothing. No scale to fit his key. No key to fit her lock. Weights and measures fail because we forgot to learn. Since we failed we all lose.
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6W6ST
03:06
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All roads west we go.
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Lockness
04:03
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Loch Ness gone. Loch Ness lost. Whisper spring. Summer's gone. Autumn coming. Winter long. Telescopic. Chasing light. Lost star. Anxious swelling. Broken heart. Love kiss love. Love is gone. Keep good timing. The guns are loaded. Loch Ness lost. Loch Ness gone. I just wanna be myself. I just wanna swim to shore. I'm not a dragon. I'm not a serpent.
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I am a hang glider and I play the part. Staring down, looking down at you. I’ll sue the wind for burning my face burnt. Over here we cherish the summer breeze. I’ll give you a reason to strap on a harness. Plead for good wind. Jump. I look at the sky. I think of the night. I think of you. Gone. Shot. Explode. My voice is like badges. I was a hang glider and now I'm a tongue twister. Staring out, looking out your eyes. I was a hang glider and now I'm a tongue twister. Staring out, looking out those eyes. Shot.
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7. |
Abstract Gold (Demo)
03:35
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In the center of this system and there’s a library. With books and names, books and games. Go ahead check out that record. It tells the truth. It tells the hundred percent. 1 • 6 • 8. In the center of his library and there’s a map. Abstract paintings, printed abstracts. California. 1 • 6 • 8. It’s not lead. It’s not slate. It’s not brass It’s pure gold.
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My girlfriends think I’m lost. I keep asking for direction. My boyfriends don’t know me. I keep lying for attention. Love 40, my loss. We’re always playing games. My serve, it’s deuce. Cats. I turn my back and you’re looking at the sky. Our minds don’t match. Well, I’m attracted to trouble.
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Capsella Love
04:06
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They kiss. They take off. Soaring through the air she makes a wish. Her knuckles not bleeding his fists are not clenched. I'm not cool enough. I'm not smart enough. I'm not strong enough. I'm not tall enough. I'm not found enough. I'm not lost enough. I'm not sound enough. I'm not cool enough for you. The landing gear is set. The final fit is made. No more screaming tongues. They think but don't know why. In the forestry there's no trees. In their rings there's no heart.
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Cat screams from the porch. Honey would you get some milk. The meaning of meow. An attempt to care. The bicycles are riding slow but the pedals are moving fast. Like running all night. Search but still hungry. Dogs chainged to a post. Get a glimps of his life. Chain a rope to your neck tie. Act like you're roaming free. The pistol theif has got his gun. You sacrifice the slaugher house. Shot for pure game. Speechless have no souls.
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Supporting Actress Normal, Illinois
Neil Sandler
Aaron McCann
Steven T. Zydek
1995-1997
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