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safari al - side a lyrics

[a1] 00:00

prepare yourself mentally
never think about what you are going to do
good results are difficult when indifference dominates
never try to un-make
if you are constantly fearful
you will not enjoy your clean dress

[a2] 00:30

this is the only copy of the m-n-script
i really only need it in brief intervals to look at
otherwise i were it remain with you
soon i will be done with it but not rid of it
by the time i return it you i will have
internalised it not internalise a lengthening
16 short pages written numerous times
moving around in categories as to be un-found
another 20 or so blank

welcome to stone school

that move away from the limited project
defined this very situation and the need for direct planned instruction
instruction empathy of beauty there is no authoritative definition of
it it is disturbing that someone would be moved to identify
with concerns they do not have observing selectivity and enforcing
recognition gives me low pleasure on the scale after attending
education i object: beautiful yourself that sees much
the synonymous beauty in things

without reason or
evidence
instructions
cut a narrow way
farmers seeds nut-like
the middle part where
angel mouth
knows forehead
mystery congress
at the green oyster pond
loitering to understand quarter tones
visions of dark dance
made of us
in a sea of deep sea
reeds

[a3] 04:44

a greenhouse’s pitched roof
inside something’s
shape
because of the angle and light
parts of the image were clipped
or cut off
in ten minutes the sun had moved
and the angle and light
had readjusted to withdraw
at this point i decided to stop
spying
i hear melodies made of
sound outside my window
easily deciphered
and repaired
hallucinating
direct communication

when i consider the energetic soul
i am not seeing a person
it is that collection of spectrus
manipulating itself into a practised envelope
resembling alien life
this whole bulb an unfamiliar town
a relative
4 short florescent lights
plumbing
and decorations on the workshop front door

[a4] 07:50

some cities are earlier in time the amount of unlearning
necessary as a tourist coming from advanced melodrama
makes me crawl more spent than anyone my hands
breathe fire i am still employed as a librarian
i do hand p-sses over a concerning number of books
i used to make a single fire and feed books to it
now i trim them at the root now no more loans come in

when i’m not at the library i find it a hard time burning
anything i’d prefer not to use that language
so i crossed it out i crawl through the city
where ever my hand p-sses no fire but the bumpy
ground turns to small amber pyramids everyone is
wearing shoes so it disturbs no one in a way
benefiting me or threatening me i never look
back to see if there resembles a trail of these
glossy conversions the wave of people legs would
surely break me in half if i crawled through a
u-turn on the sidewalk

manhattan
where do you want to go
from here?
substance
silver thin pink lips
pause every
six frames
clips
moving
south
he took this special beating
and turned it into a
tattoo
spread it around
close to it

(spread it around
close to)

[a5] 11:53

i wanted to write a song
and this is it
so i can take it away

in time without song
which sounds to me
so much like a song
crying without the word
to call it
we hold out our arms to it
when my hands are full of
song
i draw my t–th as triangles

up here we get along we’ve stopped moving so much
it is later in the day my lips are sweet and tangy
i l1ck them over and over we are here accomplishing
each other we say nothing it says so much that you are here

always thinking about places labelling them here and
there because we are pretty symmetrical we think
about two places at once if i had 51 legs knowing
what i know now it would have made no difference
my 26th leg would jump rope

born as such i would be able to walk across water
i might build a floating island out of driftwood
sediment and gl-ss knowing i had left food for
myself for tomorrow i could collapse
all my feet dangling and my mind would wander
51 places more clearly than i argue about 2 things
that are actually 1 thing now

here there t-there t-t-there t-t-t-there t-t-t-t-there

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