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The Remains of False Starts

by The MOTES

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Ageless in bodies we search for the others authentic and drafted in structure and numbers the mining continues availed for the new cause it slips and decays as the markedly few pause collecting their senses confirming their resolve and shifting their glance to avoid the new glare of the streetlight that turned on and flickered so heartless when all that they wanted was cover of darkness (and sound). Vaulted away are the self isolated proverbed lonely who inflict themselves with the degraded hidden knowledge under the cloak of the invisible dome while in these suits of protection they comb the land.
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The Excimer 02:06
Built under latent laws chop off the second hand fingers or digital a tiny red letter boxed in watch face or a tear enter inside arm and watch it repair short lines capped fines jack pines flack flies groundless like a two pin wire you cannot flee you cannot fight inside the castle is locked tight face a perfect sphere from the side it is not done and space is grey there is no dark there is no day even cornerstones decay to meridian six three and zero sum of nine built under latent laws count down your missing flaws count up your scarring claw marks inside this case of mine I have got a dusty sign "Wanted minds that we can realign".
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Sirrah 03:13
Home bound pigeon with a note of whereabouts in song cursory attention paid atoning for the wrongs you threw against a wall of friend exploding in one day rills and rivulets will flow you back to status grey this levity is lethal and the righties will agree this union is a painful one my little enemy you cannot act for real and your dreams are memories of things you have done already but refuse to do with me this salt chuck is appealing and the space below is free salute me as I submerge to retrieve my dignity sirrah sirrah situated let me take a mould then reanimate someone a little less cold.
4.
I am an android and you are not my minions are full you want to want to be a part of it but you are Nosferatu and I do not want you l have got a fortress and you have got a landlord "You oughta know what a liar I am, you oughta know me by now".
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Spindle Acre 01:13
Watch these moving parts thrown like two wing darts aimed at proving charts grain from rumours milled slip on guts you spilled.
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181521520 02:42
You are cold I am colder my casing is conductive and inside I am freezing but silent on auto the workers assembling efficient like insects I want to be the robot but I can't.
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Days and days of travel could not get me any closer because the roads are made of gravel and the arrows on the poster did not say north or south or east or west or anything the data here is in liquid form it seeps from mind to mind but it never stops in one place long enough to leave a mark on those it finds.
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Voice in the middle guitar on the right Penman landed pilot he has flown his last flight there is a tear in the fabric and it is folded in quires oh your pretty little wrist is just levers and wires we see the same places but navigate alone so many stars so few homes.

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released January 1, 1998

Recorded in Truro and Halifax, NS; March to December 1997. The individuals involved received no payment for their efforts and in most cases everyone was damn near killed.

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