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Puzzle Piece Archipelago

by Building a Desert

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Falling down into the ground Where the windows to the soul are found Bleeding into our anatomy Burning at a thousand degrees This fire consumes the form from inside A conduit whose insulation amplifies Through pills that seem to pacify The cornea of my bulging eyes My head screams in lotus blossoms Igniting a million hydrogen bombs Preventing the escape pods from collapsing Into hazy silhouettes of nothing But hurls me into oblivion Into a sea of satellites I’m flung Banishment seeks its polarity In a shell or as an absentee Falling down into the ground Where the windows to the soul are found Bleeding into our anatomy Burning at a thousand degrees This fire consumes the form from inside A conduit whose insulation amplifies Through pills that seem to crucify The cornea of my bulging eyes
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We need to walk away Abandon what we know Spend some time alone Far from streetlights glow The pills by the dresser Fill us full of white noise Listen to stereos Tell us what to enjoy Below florescent lights Which paint our faces white Sucking out our lives Like vampires in the night Insomnia, insomnia Keeps the dark at bay The vampires away Insomnia, insomnia Keeps the dark at bay The vampires away A galaxy of features In a telephone soul Tracked by satellites Through a part of the whole Computers link our friends Through plastic cells inside The TV in the living room Lays silent and mollified We build up in the streets In malls filled with stores Asylum waiting rooms With padded walls and floors Insomnia, insomnia Keeps the dark at bay The vampires away Insomnia, insomnia Keeps the dark at bay The vampires away We need to walk away Abandon what we know Spend some time alone Far from streetlights glow The pills by the dresser Fill us full of white noise Listen to stereos Tell us what to enjoy Below florescent lights Which paint our faces white Sucking out our lives Like vampires in the night Our books have no knowledge Our words make no sounds We’re polyester outlines Wasted on the ground Our books have no knowledge Our words make no sounds We’re polyester outlines Wasted on the ground
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Water the strings For the sun ‘Cause if it goes out We'll fill up our lungs With cold air and dying A holograms glow Projecting our bodies An illusion a flow Time doesn't turn around Despite the mechanics It's sleeping in winter It's all just semantics We'd crawl in the larva If salt pillars didn't scratch our backs And the nebula breathes fire On the nodules we lack Of all our evolving The statues must perish For infinity builds bubbles In cauldrons that vanish Yet I disappear And fade into another day That leaves ill hemispheres As cloudy as the clay And we'd perish by day Drive a stake in the night Can't find what it means As I breath out this light An empty sphere guides us To heaven and rain A projection's not solid And there's nothing we've gained
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All of the lesions are flowers Dripping menstrual blood She wanted to open her veins to me But my skin was crawling with rape As long as you stitch your wrists together You might as well sew closed my eyes Then maybe you can force them open Like the painting burned between thighs All of our fever is twisted by love Cocoons drink up the butterflies The fulcrum weighs between your legs A telephone gesture to something that dies All of the flowers are disgust Blooming in a barren womb Lactating shadows thrust into me Circle around the corset grows numb Vessels swell, channel my ruin Mother spells love with the gown of her eyes Unzipping father hopes to redeem Children enlisted by lullabies Dip into the well to trace the numerous names A turnpike grown pink by the movies made She populates the spent skin of grapes Her attendance poised for a masquerade Her orbit reached a pinnacle high An altitude not mollified Burning the words the poets puked out Untying the strings that fettered self-doubt He asked her if she wanted to die She laughed as if to certify A gaze did glow with burning eyes Consuming each page with the blistering lies As long as you stitch your wrists together You might as well sew closed my eyes Then maybe you can force them open Like the painting burned between thighs He asked her if she wanted to die She laughed as if to certify A gaze did glow with burning eyes Consuming each page with the blistering lies
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Fingers fall into our meat Picking mighty blue scabs From our skull to our feet Called heaven in the eyes Of sterile latex gloves Cutting out our throats With the tastes of drugs Filling up our lungs With the tastes of drugs Filling up our lungs Whispering perverts cannot contain Their delight and consternation The bile must remain Filling bottles with our urine In a futile exercise Expressing our limitation Anaesthetized Lobotomised Anaesthetized Lobotomised It's raining On me Let it leak out my eyes And onto the floor Because all the microscopes Spell word clarity With a fountain pen Leaking nothing more than Atrophy Fingers fall into our meat Picking mighty blue scabs From our skull to our feet Called heaven in the eyes Of sterile latex gloves Cutting out our throats With the tastes of drugs Filling up our lungs With the tastes of drugs Filling up our lungs For today a babe is born Through the nexus slide ‘Laps a sterile deformity Suspend and divide Forsake the mariner To an aimlessness that guides Across an archipelago A womb that yields the meek Witness the succession A progress laced oblique On this fluid we’re buoyant Above this bed of peaks A vessel adrift in shallows A single facet to glean The polyhedron oscillates In a departure from the serene
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I've lost any semblance In the tarnished queasiness Tiptoe nostalgia Clammy consciousness Let the statues make memories Worthy of the artists They autograph casts On the legs that they twist Like the stems of dandelions Are the saints that we spay In sugary sunlight They smile and sway Shining down on an African plane Saving love for another day The best two out of five, I am alive The avocado walls must stay Turn the page On a blank white day I forget what it was That I was going to say Like déjà vu An act in a play Stick to the walls Pink pealing and grey
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I’m scared of living And I’m scared of dying Uncertainty hangs as bright as the sun And only shadows stain The countenance of everything Look up at the angels too Find them bleached sallow The search continues Streaming under grand pianos That aren’t grand anymore Everything has fallen into That similar stream I give up on everything And I give up on everyone And everyone goes on living For the rest of their days I envy those dead and gone They are better off than those Alive but better of than either Are those never born They’re too busy not Missing everything But the lemmings wish They could be The lamp you find holds double edged dreams Giving them what they want ‘Cause wants destroy you But not what you need I envy those dead and gone They are better off than those Alive but better of than either Are those never born They’re too busy not Missing everything But the lemmings wish They could be The lamp you find holds double edged dreams Giving them what they want ‘Cause wants destroy you But not what you need
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Nothing but the sunshine Lying dead upon the floor Like wilted lilies their limbs are Miles behind closed doors Shut into an emptiness That freezer burns my heart Winter burns an icy thorn A flat line from the start Numb the covers leave me A half sleep void of dreams Aching to flood the steeples And burst out from the seams Do you have to leave it swollen In a bandage old and stained Drunk without a feeling Soaking up cold rain Misery has a warm glow A blush upon her cheek My bones are thick and heavy My integrity is weak Each to doctor their old wounds A nurse to calm the pain A pill to leave the symptoms That our bodies contain Do you have to leave it swollen In a bandage old and stained Drunk without a feeling Soaking up cold rain
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Hold your hands over my wounds So I won’t bleed anymore Could you take this out of me Like pretty words in snow Pour a glass of nothingness Let it overflow the rim Let it fill the room, my mouth My lungs, watching me drown I cannot swim Compulsion guides the dogs we are Following the bone This fever makes us unseen We glow as hot as coals The stars, the sky, the dust at our feet A warm dark cup growing old Objects undress, preferably burlesque Rehearsing holidays of shame The jaundice face of an unborn friend Shaggy stars release whats gone An umbra clings onto my lungs Hollows shiver down my spine Strangers kiss in foreign tongues These paths they loop and not end Alone the cold washes me Smuggled through the flow
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Blood, nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Blood, nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood Blood, nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood Nothing but love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but blood, blood Nothing but love, love Nothing but ...
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We fall into agreement That the worlds a non-machine The plates will go on spinning Atop the sticks of green But by their own volition All telling cells to soon divide Into a million headed species All contemplating suicide They sit in theaters watching pictures Of photons deep in thought Contemplating azure oceans Where motley squid were caught So sink into the nadir Of scientific pornography They sugar coat the bitter taste Pealed from entropy Psychosomatic bicycles Seeking states of disrepair They jettison their escape pods Because they were unaware That the universe stopped ticking For a myriad of reasons The cult of robot worshipers Claim that this is treason Mount gyroscopes in the heavens To flutter in constant motion It's as useful as a hangnail This constricting cave devotion But the universe goes on thinking Until it conceives infinity A notion still on holiday From albino coats in laboratories We fall into agreement That the worlds a non-machine The plates will go on spinning Atop the sticks of green But by their own volition All telling cells to soon divide Into a million headed species All contemplating suicide We've discovered non-locality Atop-o-logical maze Where the businessmen run a rat race And the queen bee is their slave Because the dead can love you Shooting rockets into space The amoeba's silent laughter Lets redecorate this place
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Take the needle and drive it into my Belly to widen the hole until there's nothing left But an empty cavity a Hollow shelf a part of me a Part of me that once would have been If not rotten away and consumed connect The machines to synthesize Feeling to cover this hole Take the needle and drive it into my Belly to widen the hole until there's nothing left But an empty cavity a Hollow shelf a part of me a Part of me that once would have been If not rotten away and consumed connect The machines to synthesize Feeling to cover this hole A chemical façade a puzzle Piece to stimulate false seasons and Want for coldness that feels more tender But fills the emptiness Build the vacuum bright and shiny That perpetuates the condition and the descent Leave the needle spinning and falling away Lay slumbering madly upon the floor A chemical façade a puzzle Piece to stimulate false seasons and Want for coldness that feels more tender But fills the emptiness Build the vacuum bright and shiny That perpetuates the condition and the descent Leave the needle spinning and falling away Lay slumbering madly upon the floor

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released May 15, 2007

Kelly Cadaver - vocals, strings
Jesse Crary - violin
Taniya Fatticci - vocals, guitar
Stewart Hunt - guitar, vocals
Khi Huisenga - drums
Jesse Kennedy - drums
Nate Lund - saw
Martha Roisen - vocals

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