Blood and Conduction

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Made by starphotographs

Theme: Music

1. We're animated meat, accepting complete the infidelity of the body.
2. I'm drawing a bloodbath, with or without you!
3. So would you sleep where I sleep? Here with the bed bugs and bad beliefs.
4. We're all tubes with holes at the endings.
5. I'll have you pictured in my head: all of you butchered in your beds.
6. He wants to be alone, but he can't be lonely.
7. Forever, we're kicked up the ass by the future.
8. And I sleep in my clothes, because nobody knows when the shit goes down.
9. ...But I am horrified that you will say it's meaningless. A cosmic joke on me.
10. Our lumbering bodies that we have to feed, put to bed, take to the bathroom.
11. Good luck, godspeed, goddamn you all!
12. I'm part of the sun, I married the moon, my brother the comet.
13. Will you bleed and dress me where I'm found?
14. I want to be able to say, in a disassociated way: "what the fuck" and "whatever."
15. To whistle past the graveyard.

lines from the Someday This Could All Be Yours album by Paper Chase

Plain text version:
Blood and Conduction Made by starphotographs Theme: Music 1. We're animated meat, accepting complete the infidelity of the body. 2. I'm drawing a bloodbath, with or without you! 3. So would you sleep where I sleep? Here with the bed bugs and bad beliefs. 4. We're all tubes with holes at the endings. 5. I'll have you pictured in my head: all of you butchered in your beds. 6. He wants to be alone, but he can't be lonely. 7. Forever, we're kicked up the ass by the future. 8. And I sleep in my clothes, because nobody knows when the shit goes down. 9. ...But I am horrified that you will say it's meaningless. A cosmic joke on me. 10. Our lumbering bodies that we have to feed, put to bed, take to the bathroom. 11. Good luck, godspeed, goddamn you all! 12. I'm part of the sun, I married the moon, my brother the comet. 13. Will you bleed and dress me where I'm found? 14. I want to be able to say, in a disassociated way: "what the fuck" and "whatever." 15. To whistle past the graveyard. lines from the Someday This Could All Be Yours album by Paper Chase