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[c] K@T in the H@T :: 10.23.10 lyrix version >

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eye think:

I pry open sunshine
& empty its tears

I retune your mountain
& return its years


I walk on the water
when no one can see
I smile, turn away
and forget history


I hide the horizon
& forest the trees

I borrow tomorrow
for yesterday’s fees


I turn wine to water
though
no one will drink

I cured all the lepers
but
still they won’t think



[c] 8.16.2010 :: K@T.in.the.H@T ::>

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K@T’s Krazy Keyboard Karnival  {1.30.10}

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NOISEhop :: 1.13.2010 :: K@T in the H@T

a 70BPM beat, distorted overdrive glitch track

[c]2010 :: K@T-in-the-H@T >

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ALL GOOD SPIDERS DO

cloud-spangled +
drifting robes
of sky silk

the universal spider’s
glistening web of never 

looks for
flies of forever
to consume

all good spiders do

and we smell
from our cell

the over-riding spell
watch salt
beat the snail

fade to black
behind our back



[c] 4.3.2009 :: K@T in the H@T >

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a . h a p p i e r . e v i l

anonymous crew-cut intent
crashes wanly before
the afternoon squad:
trouble

sunburn ratios tremble
& measure the accuracy of
photographic metaphors

flint volunteers, alone
skate their tuned kidneys
on stolen junk-mail salad

gutter dialects sadly sigh
into the duplicate cartridges
full of slang symmetry

the squeamish rural jellybeans
seek garish relief 
inside risk monuments,
wallpapered with newsprint

their pessimist laughter &
reform pride swims grinning
thru the logo hordes

midget liquors &
blooper afternoons
pimp antibody fractions
made of errors & fogs

hasty cheekbone caskets, numb
- reak of futile administration
& split the unfriendly streets

non-believers record
profane neighbor lust,
dashing simple weather
with terrible triage

a happier evil

oh, naive relatives
who spiral loudly
past backbone juries
with idyllic numbness

unseemly cliffs shake &
declare chemical combos,
joke w/revenue ammo
like every scared freak



[c] 12.4.09 :: K@T in the H@T >

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bigger-than
——————————
i’m a psychic
superman
remastering
your master plan

i’m not small
i’m bigger-than
of stupid shit
i’m not a fan

if you’re a fool
then stay away
don’t come again
another day

if you can’t think
w/your own mind
you’ll piss me off
i’m sure you’ll find

i’m a speaker
of the true
i’m the keeper
of this zoo



[c] 10.28.09 :: K@T in the H@T >

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nowadaze

always crashing
chasing never

trashing friendlies
droids are smiling

just
keep attacking
keep attacking

make sure to kill
what
you’re attracting

waking sandstorms
faking windows

making sick days
rent’s past-due

lie tomorrow
fake dilemmas

sleeping angry
always hungry

seldom winning
human strays
yester-never
nowadaze




[c] 9.9.09  :: kATiNtHEhAT :: pIGEONhOLE >

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YOU CAN’T BURY THESE WHISPERS

you can’t bury
these whispers
in your usual dirt

the empty clothesline
and that
never-answered phone
give them away

like fake flyers
for a concert
of silence
at night,
underground

i’ve washed your thorns
and
painted them nicely
but
i’m still bleeding
and
somehow
you still laugh

don’t tell me
what i’ll get over
and when

your hidden doors
and vague slanders
cripple you
with invisible

i’d cry
but i
hardly exist
anymore

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SO YOU FINALLY FOUND ME

so you finally
found me…

can you stop
these headaches?

do you know why this thing
that looks like a tail
grows every day?

i’m also puzzled
as to why i can hear
those horrible things
you’re thinking about me now

that’s OK -
don’t apologize,
i’m used to it…

but i’m maybe ready
to go back now

can i return
if i wanted to?


there’s no need
for those devices:

i’ll go willingly,
i’m worn out
from the effort
of invisibility

was that you probing me?
your static minds
are chaos to me

the way you think:
it aches my inside
+ your psi-team
is novice, at best

[i could’ve
killed
them all,
but even
pursuers
are company]

if nothing else,
i’ve been curious
if it would turn out
as the eyes spoke it

by the way…
that agent behind
[trying to sneak]