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Live Laugh Lexapro

by Eva Kadmon

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ghuul Good luck convincing anyone you're not profoundly evil after showing them this, 10/10 Favorite track: Live Laugh Lexapro.
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Séraphitüs-Séraphîta This. Is. Art. Enough said. I’ve listened to this several times. Easily one of my favorite releases from January 2024. Thank you for this blessing of badass poetry & sound 🖤 Favorite track: Live Laugh Lexapro.
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lyrics

Every man and every woman is
a flickering lightbulb in an empty parking lot
Drying marrow
Jaw Clenching
Thinning Blood
Anemic witness of the life wasted
Live laugh lexapro
God loves you
But not enough to save you

Is it pleasure, or a mere accumulation of stress?
Mannequins dressed in meaningless clothing,
packaged meat and sterilised utensils of future incisions
confetti of fragmented glass scattered on the ground
blurred outlines in a dimming light and empty cigarette packs
fractured exposure of purely physiological phenomena
distinctly weakening under the thick layers of muck and dust.
Muffed sounds of tearing flesh and weird projections of shrivelled silhouettes
which hideous spy on causality sets the rules of the play?
And when I put this mute question to your heart,
will you be my victim?

Violence beyond language,
in search of something that quickens the nervous system and jumpstarts the synapses,
deadened by leisure and last night's sleeping pills
transgression is a moving target,
intense heat confusing the circuitry
exploding dust and torn newspaper
orgasmic imperfection of still-breathing corpses.
The abject signs unearthed from the sediments of nightmares,
grasping for hands that know how to hit without leaving marks on the body
flickering flame choked in the rites of auto-erotic asphyxiation
from its ruin bursts shattering light passing deep down into the dark rooms of our souls,
blinding intensity that scars the retina.

whose name did you carve in your palm,
and did they show you what hell is?

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released January 4, 2024
mixed in the Pulp Studio

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