I’ve been much too hasty planning for some after. What I lack still’s a tactic, but with will has come a thrilling pursuit. Though, it’s the kind that means I do not ever take root.
I still take an afternoon off now and again, but then spend coin too free. Nice never join me and the price gets higher and higher and higher and yes, I know it’s early, but I’m so tired.
Now that I too am toothless, maybe we can get through this thing together – make the soft wet weather. Send your reach to the furthest. The middle is the end. There is only one direction in which to extend.
I played the game but there is not a single rule I didn’t break. Could be this is a different game.. but, my mistake. You're invited to our side of the tracks, where the best part’s if you leave, you are always welcome back.
Got the signal, unambiguous and very crystal clear. Double-check me, doubt not, or just look, we’re here: arrival. Yes, of course we made it safe. I am a good captain, I have not ever once been late.
...Many in the same vein, trying to lick wounds quick enough to skip the pain. Your frame is askew and it’s true they blame you, but claim the belt, be a fucking champ and see it through.
Still a brawler on horseback where you holler from the shore, but in these waves you are easy to ignore. Friction salty whether lightning follows flame. It’s been long enough to have forgotten my name. The spell is broken. Magic word unspoken. Grow branches, bud and bloom. Spring a rack, sprout and blossom a new plume.
Nice that you’re reading about a believer reading about a reader reading a book left in a pile in which anybody could’ve left anything. Cater a better surprise even with the soft eyes. The letter embedded around a five and over... slow go slow maybe if I slow down I could think. Maybe.
Here's what I know to be true in a sense, somebody started to really put it all down if it was done in a kind thought, but that is how you ended up here with a ridiculous level of rot. It’s not cool to read about if it would not have been avoidable. Never in the first or second or third place, not ever. The baseline is under about a meter of fine clay. Dig it up and make me a spine, okay? Dig it.
Signal received, no thanks to the weavers. This bullshit string and coffee can will never fully speak the fever. Who will be the buddy leaning in at my deathbed to whisper the final joke that quick-dissolves the unsaid?
I have never met a dolphin who thought me just a joke. Okay, I've never met a dolphin, I’m sorry I spoke. I was having fun until you asked what I mean. I mean what you mean, there is nothing else to glean.
Listening to this a few years on, Chapter 319 feels almost melancholic, a reminder of the time where police abolition had nearly mainstream appeal. The tracks still make me furious at the bullshit cops continue to get away with. dninemfive
Each line on this album is delivered with malice, and each word hits like a mace to the skull. Backxwash uses raw aggression to vent frustration and anguish in a way that evokes an anger with the world rather than a pity for her. Luke Warmwater
