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Nothing To Love

from Catarrh by ibid.

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These things are nothing to love, and what I love is nothing much: A certain hour of the day, a paler light muffling my face. I sleep for hours beneath the storm while all my friends cry, “Cover!” I wake up with my boots still on; I never needed shelter. My friends, they’re fucking aimless, shooting off their guns in fields of corn, or wheat, or endless rye — To ask would take too long. These things I love are nothing, they’re worth even less than that. I’m death dressed up in chimp clothes — The things i love don’t bring me back. It’s not like this is anything, so don’t forget to dance the next step. It’s not like this is anything — I’ve already hobbled all the horses. These words I speak are nothing new, and so now you know.

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from Catarrh, released December 1, 2014

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"The reason why everyone should move out of Los Angeles."-One Percent Jihad

ibid. is Gabriel Mathews. He moved out of Los Angeles.

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