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Kansas
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Baby maybe you're ready baby maybe you're really ready baby or maybe you'll never be ready. Maybe baby maybe you're ready or maybe you'll never be ready baby maybe you'll never be ready. Krystal was an 18 year-old stripper in small-town suburban Kansas. She had never tasted entactogens. A natural rebel with longstanding disregard for small-town suburban Kansas, she one evening takes refuge in the arms of a 36 year-old male customer let's call him Oscar. Oscar has many fawning friends, suspiciously boundless disposable income, and a gloriously exploratory chemical laboratory concealed within a palace suspended within a mountain on the Nebraska border. Krystal registers a tiny tablet fingered through her teeth and onto her tongue during her first evening in Oscar's white leather boudoir, ecstatically supine in a five-soul shower she thinks to herself that nothing will ever feel appropriate. In July she is struck without warning on one of those five o'clock in the moment mornings by a suddenly endless sense that there is only one possible condition, and that that condition - is Perfect, and as anyone open-mindedly examining the available evidence would surely reach the same confusion the only ambistically realicious option open is simply to decide to aspire to inspire in every observation a sense of Perfect Perfection, to see the universe always in all its Perfectiously relentless Perfectity, to pierce the persistent misterperceptions under whose habitual misdirections she so frequently finds fault with the faultless flawlessessness of every possissuble pubotentially probable pubossibility. Three years from now she'll be strapped to the back of a plastic chair in the rear quarters of a rented van hurtling out of Pittsburgh feeling cold in her stomach and thinking as forcefully as she can muster thinking that everything is Perfect.
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Bethany
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You think you're so subversive, but what's worse is you look mean in whatever you wear, cooler than a wet brassiere removed in the rain, we must stop meeting this way, I'm finding it harder and harder and harder to laugh it away and you say it's on me, and all your friends agree, Bethany you baffle me so. Guess I get off on the thrill of the chase, chase you all over the place, and by the end of the night I might arrive at that kink in your face, and I don't pretend to ignore the biology here in front of me. It could go off at the drop of a hat, and when we're there looking back it could all be over. You can cry Bethany you can cry. Such an immaculate alibi. You can cry Bethany you can cry, but it's a pity to waste such a clean little face on these dirty old eyes. And I know Bethany I can see the kind of daddy you'd have me be, I guess it just seems a shame to be such a young girl playing such an old game.
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Bang Now
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Hello Doctor
04:12
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Press a pen upon a pad of paper pages. Lock them up in rows of inky little cages. Spent ten years learning how to think, then ten years trying not to. I'm getting pretty good with how to say but not so hot with what to. Hello doctor. Do you trust you to do what you say you will, Perfectly capable, takes you all night sometimes but you get it done, say it with me Bang Bang. There's nothing to know although there's no not trying. Life was always going to be mystifying.
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Bodie, yo Bodie, they're on your street. May as well go quietly. Heading south, as if he don't know by now. Bodie doesn't take it sitting down. Bodie doesn't take it sitting down. Well it has been said he'll be happier dead, but Bodie ain't gonna take it sitting down. Coffee with a copper in the park. Should have known to take that meeting out of town. Now he won't escape his soldier's fate, but he aint gonna take it sitting down. Bodie knows there's only so much blow any dude ever sold before the game got old. Pocket of rock from day, he must have got to see plenty hypocrisy, plenty of dues to pay, though he was not to be easily pimped away. Til he's embroiled in these tangling loyalties tumbling royalty, seeing it all these years, part of him always knew it would all end in tears. Bodie doesn't take anything in this game sitting down. Bodie doesn't take it sitting down. Though he never said it, word was bound to get around, and here they come with all their guns and he could hardly have avoided this day could he. Least he still looks like a badass in his hoodie. Though it could be said he'll be happier dead, no he won't escape his soldier's fate, now his flesh is filled with little lead pills, Bodie doesn't take it sitting down.
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Some Money
03:21
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You bring me your battles but I bet your bottom drawer, I been down that corridor before, duderino. So go get the scissors from the kitchen drawer, to cut your neckline an inch or two lower, but you mind yourself on that blade. Now she's shacked up with me because I make loads of money because I'm a commodity because I smell what's cooking. I smell what's cooking cos I got a foot in the fire, and my head is in the other oven, hell there's enough of them, said my head is in the other oven.
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Little Kitty
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Little Kitty, how do you miaow? Won't you please teach me? I don't know how. I see you there lying in the sun. It's four o'clock, your day hasn't begun. Your fuzzy little ears have practiced hearing years and years of "kitty, dinner time", so you wake up and eat some meat. Miaow.
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Fingers
04:07
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I want you up against a wall. Right here in front of all your animals. Beside the painting of another day some peasant made some other day. To feel your breath against my jaw, a rhythm heavy and irregular, you're even lighter than you said you were. Though I know it might be statistically unlikely; My lips learn faster than my fingers, say all kinds of things that never linger long. I'll talk you through the problem just fine, but my lips learn faster than my fingers.
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Bangfish
03:37
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The xanthodontic and leukodermatic, the enuretic and spasmodically torticollic, the acromegallic and hyperkeratosistic, the hydrocephalic and tabescent and cachetic. The radically ectomied, the papuled and albinic, the endocrinologically malodorous. The phrenologically malformed, the teratoidal and peronic, all these distorted orbits, come in from the spectral rain. The parkinsonionally tremulous, the stunted and gnarled, the twisted and hunched and humped and snaggletoothed. The convulsively touretic the generally teratoid, the excessively and even lycanthropically hirsute, the hated and dateless and shunned, who keep to the shadows, those who undress only in front of their pets, pain is pain, progress not Perfection, the tragically pulchritudinous - welcome.
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Any way you work it, there is only Perfect.
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