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STINKER

by Fake Sick

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darknessest "This song is about that moment when — let's say you'd been assembling a model… so you've been following the directions, and as the model begins to take shape, you see that the shape, while it is a distinct and easy-to-identify shape, is not the same one that was on the box. And it's gonna eat you alive. You didn't know it was that kind of model. If you had known, you wouldn't have bought it." Favorite track: pads/wite reptile.
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1.
yizzy/snake 02:41
Y I Z Z Y/S N A K E everybody knows-acid will burn you scissors will slice you cactus will cut you science will splice you physics will split you mathematics will melt you- it was an accident they called an ambulance -we beat the rhythm of a dead horse there is a wheel within a wheel and a snake in every sacred place eating her tail and the one hand smothering the other out of love and hunger lets sing a song about squashing a spider wash her down the drain you could cackle while you watch her swirl to the center of the world where the poisons always been the medicine. it was an accident they called an ambulance snake in the grass, scraping the sides we could slither round the downtown, walk, stop, sing, cry to the shark in the sky
2.
S K U T T L E/S T R I N G well my hairy handed friend you better brush your fucking teeth or watch your fucking mouth in the mirror for weeks eat leaves and breed these sacred and wasted babies lay me in the pasty gravy of the mangy angels I only made it to this age by pacing and waiting i faked every sickness that ached me I guess, blessed be these wretched beings, I've still been listening to etched and sketchy queens- yes stephanie definitely they will persecute you, curse your world of hurt and of course that wacky attitude will we learn that the worst is bad but the actual wackness awaits in the ratchet sadness of the ages we caught tender and amazing plagues crossing graceless stages where the gradients of grey marked the prints for the passage of the paces and creatures sleeping in the clay create the shapes for the fossils of the future are fake baseless only because today is amazing but every human being i seen has been another fatherfucker on a string i been a thing on a string (he's just a thing on a string) we could kick it for the privilege like rats round the vicarage wacked on the nightmare status, they don't really blame us for that- when the rats come visit for a week long cousin, black lung, green lung, ass bong, wizard of widgets if any limp wrist prick with a lisp or witch with a purse like me could party til needing to be nursed or worse case scenario cuddling a curse giving birth to the hand in the glove in the glass jar- how fast does the time past after having backed over something that you loved with your moms car? is it the same rate then as alone and stoned down in the basement minutes and moments broken bones
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S P I T T L E/D E S E R T u r a shape in the space, I am a shadow in the snow devine as wires, bright white lies, white mice thrice refined spider on the skyline gross worth grow a grid over the earth blind child, barbed wire, sister of the squalor keep you head above the water, keep your thumb against the highway- someday soon Ima pack up all my cards and go back to the desert, lick a pick crystal talk to the shadow of my mother fuck until my head falls off 
4.
if u/asterix 03:07
I F U/A S T E R I X this is my song made out of zeros and ones, your just a swirl in the sperm, hey I don't mind wasting time- lover you should erase me I need you to eclipse me, I'd let you imbue me and then wreck me and forget me if you wannu, I hope u wannu i could be your lamp post you could be my litehouse you could be my like more I could be your likeless harnessing the asteroids, fuck me in the asterisks i never been ashamed of my waste of grace i make everything a slave to a vacant place and i always kindof knew i'd haunt that house on the hill, this just a song made out of zeros and ones, another song for when the wave comes- she says you walk up on this road all on your own so you'll never be alone only lonesome, and i think everything that any of those other guys liked was a trick of the wine or the weed or the light- i might as well waste my life just chasing seagulls, making love to dreams while collecting diseases and healing, eating everything, a seething creature speak been speaking to me recently notices with me how the song get prettier as the hope gets thinner in the winter where the actual wackness awaits-how did he taste? pretty sure it's like an orchard in morning time wide awake to make warm corny pictures in the paint, make my imagination blank to practice my impersonation of the way you say my name the fur upon your face was cattails across a basin bracing and waving from the wind from the words that we've been saying lost in the air that we share through out the evening, have you ever seen a easier reason for breathing in sync and evenly.  
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P A D S/W I T E R E P T I L E when they hatch-which pretty quick will happen, cigarettes in vegetables, bullets, buttered diamonds- he wants to cook you in his hot soup and show you some expensive shit. I thought I seen you in the dreamscape sleeping in the causeway I remember grey towers passing for days, bottomless nausea, smoke rising from the road- Listen, one of these days pretty quick here one of these twisted witched gonna slip you a poison apple, the way your appetite betrays your shape.  They can see you when you dream, they can see you when you pee, make me feel at home here, walk me through your nightmare, choose your own adventure, walk me through your cancer one of these nights it's likely any one of these righteous dykes is gonna slice up your inner eyeball, the way you scape yourself against the wall, there's a camera in the front seat there's a camera in the back seat did they put cameras on every seat? she sees- wite lizard girl catching me smashing her hatchlings- cracked skulls from the tall wite alien nation interacting with blips and clicks, catcalls from the lips of the seagull invasion his mouth is dry his lips are shiny his hair is white and his mouth is dry and his teeth are bloody and his tummy is hungry, I been thinking bout who's hanging round downtown what were you thinking bout?  how your dreams of the pliedeas are real as the rise of the seas and machines or if the end is near or the tap is running, I guess I mostly think about nothing.  I remember that my favorite flavor was the french kiss of the white witch, I have the same bad breath as the last white devil still cumin on the lips of the ghost in the grid your eyes are blue and your mom is a zombie, your blob runs thin through your colorless body i been thinking bout who's handgun round downtown, i been considering the suffering of cruxes hexing of hindering all white alien insect century crispy clean as a christian corpse lord, let all this luxury crush me.  
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P U D D L E/C R U M B S i got the evil crawling' up my spine, i run my finger in a crooked line, you ask me when i say all the time, i twist it up and spin it on the dime I said i've got a question c'mon tell me what your looking for can't find the answer c'mon follow me through this door quick before you lose this priceless chance take a stroll with me down this way in the alley with bent up trash can to the sewers where the night is day, old slime ball sucked me in, u been that filthy brother sucker with his head crushed in, oh my lord, oh my skin, blameless, boundless fidgeting friend- i never laid my head upon a stone so cold.
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H I D E A W A Y/H O L Y S M O K E rise work wilt die eat shit slippery slide swim sink claw cry long in the teeth, lemon of your eye.  in like a lion and out like a lamb, ham hocks, party tops, private bottoms, I was unaware of my worth in water until after the birth of thirst, I never remembered my weight by numbers before the dawn of hunger, awake now in deep space wondering how do you pick your name? how do you hold your shape? how could i chose my thirst and curse words? you get another cup of coffee, eat an old piece of candy out of your pocket, hold your hand over the spot till all the blood has clotted, keep your thoughts off of the rotten truvada that's at the bottom of the coffin, art is garbage, love is poison stay cute, get fucked cave your heart in minion. no regrets for any time spent staring at the perplexing erected nexus, lips and nips, sound bits to the pleasures of the precipice.  i never been the the type of gentleman to pick apart all of the pixels in the porn like wite mice, wite bikes, wite lies, yea i have seen you  car crash kathy, i seen the great wite shark in the back seat of her taxi you better make that human paste you better organize your space you better take more than you need you better lick your lips and breed.  you could have a heart but you could never trust a hungry face, stay skeptical of most of the people trust every ghost that you meet holy smoke hot water hair of the dog lung full of butter, body salt, say your mothers maiden name under the covers, bloody cousin. when every promise is revoked or broken at the omen of the stoned locust, stinkers of the opus smoking stones and seeds, see, I could easily be that carcass  deep sleeping beneath white lips grinding her teeth, i like to lick all of my lyrics like a tongue kiss I need to dedicate this dance to all the crutches and hungers, holy smoke till you choke.

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All music by Shopping Spree and SEAGULLINVASION except "spittle/desert" featuring Vasilis Fotopolous on synth
Thanks to River Nason for mastering!!!!!

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released August 24, 2016

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