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I’ve listened to the blossoms bloom.
I’ve sailed the concrete
I’ve watered the moon
And when I watched a black hole appear where the only exit was supposed to be,
And when I watched it engulf my room,
And when my voice got sucked in with all the light,
And when even the colours turned against me,
I resisted,
And won.
I listened to the blossoms bloom
Sailed the concrete
And watered the Sun
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AD HOMINEM 1
01:18
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IT OVERFLOWED
01:59
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With emptiness it overflowed
With emptiness it overflowed
my gut saying fuck it, my head as a bucket,
With emptiness it overflowed
Expanding to nothing
Expanding to nothing
My heart a balloon, my brain a cocoon
Expanding to nothing
A deafening silence
A deafening silence
The noise was a lie: “do nothing but die”
The noise was a lie: “do nothing but die”
A deafening silence
With emptiness it overflowed
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AD HOMINEM 2
05:44
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THEY NEVER LEFT
04:06
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We used the benefit of the chaos
and we set in the coda.
The stage was empty, but that never mattered.
And if there was an audience, they wouldn’t have noticed.
They were dissolving.
A subtle erosion, a subdued corrosion,
quietly eating away at them.
And even if we were louder, they wouldn’t have listened.
That silence was still deafening.
And before,
on the last night,
their wailing started.
First one, then another followed, then they all wept together.
They lamented the end.
And the cries that escaped their throats bounced off the walls
and came back around more fierce than before to attack the sobbing crowd.
So the crowd only wailed louder and harder, and the returning cries only grew in force.
A dense billow of howls ensued.
A cloud of cries.
Forever bouncing back and forth,
a reverberating grief.
They never stopped,
and they never left.
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AD HOMINEM 3
06:35
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AD HOMINEM 4
05:22
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AD HOMINEM 5
04:53
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I LEANED INTO THE WIND
01:16
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I leaned into the wind.
And storming and slicing, it cut into my cheeks.
And lightning attacked the horizon one final time.
And it was followed by the suffocated sound of (a) relenting thunder.
Like the last twitches of an expired man, moments after his death.
With his eyes open(ed),
and the corners of his mouth feigning a smile
but unable to fake a beating heart,
sinking into the mud,
he was abandoned.
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Adam Russell - Meester Adie Brussels, Belgium
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