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Someone spoke to me last night,
told me the truth. Just a few words,
but I recognized it.
I knew I should make myself get up,
write it down, but it was late,
and I was exhausted from working
all day in the garden, moving rocks.
Now, I remember only the flavor —
not like food, sweet or sharp.
More like a fine powder, like dust.
And I wasn’t elated or frightened,
but simply rapt, aware.
That’s how it is sometimes —
God comes to your window,
all bright light and black wings,
and you’re just too tired to open it.

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We (BRAIN F≠) return with EMPTY SET this summer on Sorry State & Grave Mistake. here is “Sailor Swim”, the first of many “legitimate bangers”.

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BRAIN F≠ “empty set” out may-ish on Grave Mistake/Sorry State. Layin out now. Rub me on, babe. Yolo 69 etc

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DF≠TSDF≠TS

don’t flannel the struggle, don’t flannel the streets

IM INTO C.B.

IM INTO C.B.

just found this haha

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