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AM 580 - Radio PKD
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Trash Panda!
Eat the garbage!
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When in the course of human events,
It becomes necessary to throw in the towel,
Be sure, by all means available,
To make it as painful as possible.
We hold these truths to be self-evident:
That all women are created inferior
That they have been denied all rights for centuries
And that we would rather die than cede any ground to them or their kind.
Their ills and evils are far too numerous to enumerate
But clearly we are in the right, a God-given gift to rule and regulate.
And in the event that we can’t control the future, we will take our balls and go home.
Swing low, bittersweet chariot.
Take me to where I belong,
To a house of my own ruin.
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When we had the chance we didn’t take the chance
Now chance has taken all of us and cast us out!
Sifted, shafted, racked, and trampled on the threshing floor
This soap opera played out on the world’s pathetic stage
Our cast of viewers and creators won’t be disappointed by this cliffhanger!
The signs were written on hands of those we ransacked with no second glance
Their backs our books to write the conquests in lovely bloody cursive
All the better to wall up inside
bunkers of lies and stone.
Our time is past, our books burning the engines of the world to come.
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"This next gem..."
00:17
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Lives ripped apart by the dollar almighty
Those who think of nothing
But grasping for power
Families torn limb from limb
The shade of their respite
marred by the din
Till my voice goes hoarse
Till my cords go numb
When with my last breath
I choose to pray or curse
Still then will I yell with all that’s within
Of their names and the cruel force of men
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Water Collection PSA
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We’ve been burning up these frozen roads for thousands of years
The wasted potential of our species ringing in our ears
This place has given all we needed and more
Why not trash it? Bury the goods in spittle, sinews, and skin of our foes
If we can’t have this world forever
Torch it so no one can
It’s been ours to abuse
We’ve got the end dialed in
Let’s just kick it and cruise
We could have changed the fall
Sacrificed for the good of all
Who could have come after us
But wolfish we’ve been
Devouring our young with darkest grin
If we can’t have this world forever
Torch it so no one can
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Unintelligible
(much like the 45th president of the United States of America)
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I tried
I tried to stem the tide
I tried to turn aside the unending plight of our modern times
Who could have known?
What could have shown how far gone?
Empty begets empty
And fear unfettered ran rampant
They shied
They shied away from the truth
They shied away from what could have saved us and our kind
We died
We died in vain from the toll
We died for a right to live and kill, the bloodlust of a death cult
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Cornhole gluten-free small batch authentic normcore
put a bird on it. 3 wolf moon lo-fi
Blue Bottle fap
you probably haven't heard of them,
raw denim readymade kale chips
farm-to-table disrupt
kitsch Tumblr shabby chic Williamsburg
The beginning incontinences a solar leg
When will the virgin swallow inside the eminent young?
An inefficient insect screens the horizon underneath a spiffy rectangular Does the farm dictate the lyric shape?
An optional angle detaches the cable from which it descends
The under symbol undresses the unfathomable tissue
A wreck of the hysterical and a hysterectomy of wreckage untold Rainbows of verdant black
Tornadoes of Puget Sound
All gathered as one beneath the hounding downfall.
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Trouble, trouble at the newspaper stand
Where once stood a proud tradition
A dying breed now and a broken condition
Of reality-based fiction
We’ve led the assault of doubt for so long
The compass spins off its axis
Asking us “How long can you navigate with no stars?”
How can we survive if even our eyes are not to be trusted?
Lids completely rusted
By self-made deceit
Apathy will be our inheritance
Disbelief hits with vengeance.
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10:39
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QOHELETH Charlotte, North Carolina
Written by accident.
Played by instinct.
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