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Composed on an original Gameboy using LSDJ and accompanied by mouth sounds.

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My terse verbs can blur words and proverbs like monsters
I prefer the term nerf-herder to burglar
I stir fry hot licks like chopsticks would not fix my problems
I'm Hans Blix, and your country's awesome

I'm not fixed, I'm fertile and I’m sowing my semen and leaving
My motto is stop disbelieving
I'm leaving for good
The meaning is unseemly, so steam fills my windshield, careening

Discreetly we cheat fellow travelers
I speak tongues, like building the tower of Babylon
Unraveling yarn like cat paws with slack jaws
Iraq caused a fat lot of problems

I'm mad but I'm crackling oats, crossing moats
Following boats to sea and swallowing pills
I'm hollow, but don't float with daffodils
I'm baffled still, I can't make the shackles real

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I pack my bills away, but they come back to haunt me at night
I flaunted my health like a bagpipe
I want something else to ponder the shelf life
I'm weak at the knees, I believe in myself, lies!

... I'm completely aside from the third wall
My bird call echoes like church virgins and alert vermin
They squirt firmly, dessert's served, don't start squirming
I'll confirm what the words mean

When the stern hand of a learned man can linger for decades
We'll confer standing, balanced on Segways
I'll send praise from on high and down below the valley of death
I won't stand in the alleyway

I'll hurt manners with burnt standards and take ganders inappropriately
I'm smoking intermittently
Don't provoke me to simulate irony or I'll be silent
You'll stare at the clock and wonder where the time went

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My mind bent like light rays in gravity wells
I'm fine, to the extent that it sells
I'm online, but don't find the right account
Or I'll trouble you like love can do

Like George W, my stubble is endearing
The Hubble can't focus on my sneer or it shatters
I fear the grey matter that lives in the back of my mind
I execute hacks like flashbacks in time

I'm back on the grind, or off, who can tell?
I find better methods of going to hell and it's going swell
I'll never surrender
I'll never demand we all understand

I wonder, what's the timeline of events
When is the past and present tense irrelevant?
We're in the room, no elephant presence commanding our attention or a tenth of it

I spent a bit too much the other night
I lent my best friend a dollar and he went off the wagon
I’m lagging behind in completeness
But I won’t match discreet phrases with feeble weakness

I’m elite like the neat freaks who love Jesus
Teething like weaning infants from wet nurses
I set verses to rhythm and dissect melody like a felon
I’m Dr Scholl and I’m gellin’

I’m on parole and I’m telling you, there’s no reason to squeeze like lemon juice
I sent you a mental boost
I directed my lens to compress light into violence
I’m still holding out for the silence

credits

from elephantus a camera, released November 11, 2011

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S.P.R.Y. Cincinnati, Ohio

S.P.R.Y. is an experimental electronica/chiptune artist from Cincinnati, Ohio. He makes his music with LSDJ and other various techniques. Please visit S.P.R.Y. at his other websites below.

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