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The first rule of the game is Texas is a giant pit from which nothing escapes. There are jail beasts and bloodhoundbabies and great bizarre hands that will pursue any escapee and drag them back. If you are now in Texas, you will be buried in Texas, as the saying goes. And you can always bury something more, as the jail beasts are fond of saying in their rancid dialect of the Pit Speak.
Imagine if depression fucked a hole in the United States. Then you’ll start to picture what this game is about. All of the elevators only go down. Physicists can’t get close enough to draw any conclusions.
My hands are calloused red spiders from all of the climbing. The bats beneath the bridge squeak little fanged rumors about what I eat. I am a frail meat twig climbing 20,000 leagues above the floor and to err is human.
I wrap my hand on a rock and drag myself up looking like a Diet Rambo. This is the game. Look down at yourself. Look at your lap. Look at your hands. This is the game. I don’t care if you’re climbing. Spell it out and keep moving. T-H-I-S-I-S-T-H-E-G-A-M-E. This is not an exaggeration it will take you 10 years to get that thing you want.
The walls of Texas.
The walls of Texas.
My God, the walls of Texas.
There are handholds and footholds and it’s easy enough to start because the walls win through infinite miles. How much more is there to go? The answer is keep going. This is the game. The keep going is the game. The butterfly effect is the dice. And I know it without question that I will not slip because the second rule of the game is the game always starts with me escaping from Texas.
And you should know that you are going to survive. I know it might seem like that ruins the suspense, but it doesn’t because nobody every says that. Nobody ever says you’re going to survive. Because they don’t know for sure if you will. But I do. So I’m saying it. You are going to survive.
This is the game. You are going to survive.
These are not commandments. They are statements of fact.
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Lying face down flat on the floor
The cable cuts and screams
It says some words I haven’t heard
Since my ears were seventeen
Standing up and feeling sick
But fighting the feeling off
Sometimes it’s like the gravity’s gone
But this is one of those times it’s not
And I climb up the walls
And I say 10 prayers
There’s a spiral of birds at the top of this thing
That I’m gonna climb like stairs
Setting out on 35
Squinting with the sun shining right in our eyes
You said this terrible star will guide us home
Finally have what I need
Some friends the road and some kerosene
To flick against some flint and failure modes
With marlboro reds and a pocket of blood
Yoho my dears yoho
And we drive all night
And pray the headlights don’t fade
Cause there’s a jailbeast from the shaft that caught my scent
He’s only half a mile away
Sleep with the windows closed
Until we catch its dead scent on our nose
We know it’s time to rise it’s right outside
Grab the weapons we have
A windshield wiper, a broken pen,
A fake little promise of love we know won’t work
We kick open the door, snarl back at the beast
And we fucking beat the odds
Sun finally rises on the scene
It finds out heroes strong and mean,
Bloodsoaked in the bright yellow fog
Try to shower at the Loves
The pretty attendant locks eyes with us
And Woof-Woof winks like the darkness before the drug
There will be times when your Charisma score
Has sudden fever-like spikes
I have told him before that he is beautiful
And I know myself to be right
The attendant hits the silent 9-1-1
And we run for our lives
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You can train inside a centrifuge for your whole life
You can clench every muscle when the weight arrives
But the sturdiest kung-fu master could be brought to his knees
With the force of your head’s Gs
Eyeballs in in the pilot’s chair
Crushed to the tiles of the dormitory stairs
Like Batista grabbing the ropes in his prime
an animal roar silent and unmic'ed
You make no turns
You are forward cursed
The laws of physics keep you on the course
Even the slightest turn
Could mean your death
Mach 5 has rules that the ground doesn’t have
Experts such as yourself
Know to fear atmospheres
Because at the speed you could be torn apart
By the thin air
I remember when you told me that you wanted to live
The unexpected light inside of your helmet
Sometimes in the suffocating tubes of the cock pit
There’s a tiny button with eject written on it
The decent is oddly nice under the parachute
The curvature of the Earth is revealed to you
Clouds in a pillow dog fight kiss your face
Smiling as the goosebumps ripple across your frame
And you touch the ground
You throw your flight suit down
You were the sweetest G-monster that I ever found
And when the weight comes back
As sometimes it does
You hold it like an infant in your careful arms
You set it down in its crib
And you sing to it
Baby we fall apart by the end of some nights
But we don’t hurt other people even if we want to sometimes
Alright I’m gonna say it you’re my hero
I try to be more like you when I can
Because when my vision greys out
And I’m at 40 thou
More payload than pilot
Ripping people with my mouth
Shoving black brown shit into my best friend’s souls
Making 9/11 level critical rolls
And I G-lock out inside the blackbird’s hold
I picture you in the kitchen on the ground going slow
One breath in, chopping apples near the stove
You won the war but you don’t keep your medals at home
You are a cold fountain cesium atomic clock
Your precision in goodness it shaketh not
You won the war and now you cook with a veteran’s soul
You give quiet advice that has saved more lives
than you know
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Dig a hole in the ground by Amy’s house
Roll in the mud with the snakes
Somebody thinks of making predator jokes
But then they remember the stakes
Black tape over the windows
Hiroshima glow from the pit
Pulses outside in the dirt we touched
Some things make the whole world cringe
And the teenagers laugh
Send texts and snaps
What filter do you use for the end of the world?
Or are we not calling it that.
The moon is an angry eye
That’s not a metaphor
Count the dots on the backs of the lady bugs
Melanomic shapes and spurs
Signs to continue the journey
Distorted by the brightest light
Years from now I will sing about this
Still squinting but still alive
And the clay dries on our skin
We hit the road again
There’s a pilot I know there’s a shepherd of souls
There’s a hanger in Louisiana where we can go
It echoes like an iron lung
His smile white megatons
He says get suited up
We’ve got a long way to fly
Eat this you idiot you’ve been starving yourself
Your eyes have sunken so far they look like mason jars
With olives at the bottom of the vinegar
When we get to cruising speed
He turns and looks at me
It’s like he doesn’t believe I’m there
It’s a late night ghost double checking stare
But that’s what people are
Dead pixels of the Earth
Bright dot defects everywhere
The unblack image burns
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The Red Parade
09:28
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When I was a young boy
My father took me into the city
He said now boy this is your mother’s grave
Her memory itches like poison ivy
He said they came for her ghost
Bedecked in drums and bones
Her death rattle sounded like the roll of a snare
And the pale parade king flickered on TVs everywhere
Dad said there were promises made
He said I know you’re too young
But that right cunt left your mother behind
And now she wanders the smoke choked death world
Then I heard a foul sound
And every third grave growled
My father was gone, a few red feathers fell
The police asked me questions but there really was nothing to tell
Pyschopomps beware
The boys with the auburn hair
You will know them by their bloody raiments
Coonhound bays and the sounds of trumpets
Miles of members marching forth
Gregorian humming nightmares
The defendant argues that he did not kill his father. He claims that his father quote “sublimated from life to death” end quote. He also believes that his mother’s ghost was taken in by something called the Black Parade. He believes the Black Parade abandoned his mother. And his father moved into the afterlife seeking revenge for this. The Black Parade was a record released by the band My Chemical Romance in 2008. The defendant claims he has never heard this record.
The defendant , when not humming, mutters nonsense and warnings. In particular he often says quote “The age of bone has ended. The age of blood arise. There are new kings in the afterlife. My god. The Red Parade arrives.
When the parade king left
I’m told he shape-shifted with age
But he was always a myriad portrait
Always and always and always
Always and always and always
The black lungs of a ghast that laughs
It crackles like a draining bath
The messengers of my father’s quest
Are the hollow life-addicted geists I often find in my bed
Pyschopomps beware
The crowds dressed with the crimson flare
Standing in the dusky distance
The sabre thrower’s make-up glistens
My father and mother at the head of the band
Carrying the old king’s mantle
Baton twirlers spinning candles
Jesus was right about one thing
You will know which one when the horde sings
If you reach a certain volume you can make mist pulse
It’s not a side effect of physics it’s a holy, holy ghost
The age of bone has ended
The age of blood arise
There are new kings in the afterlife
My god
The Red Parade arrives
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Elevator Announcement
03:38
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The way you move on the board is different than most other games. In some scenarios you my wish to stop moving. It may seem like it would be beneficial for you or others for you to stop moving. The game will not allow you to stop moving. It is like a rollercoaster with a 100 foot vertical drop in this regard. Be advised it is also like a rollercoaster with a 100 foot vertical drop in that changing directions can cause catastrophic failures in the mechanisms that propel you. Also be advised that catastrophic failures in the mechanisms that propel you are a normal part of the game.
Keep in mind there are no non-player characters in this game. The bosses, the peons and the mobs are all run by human players. For this reason, you will not be able to kill anything more than once. Additionally if a character is killed they won’t be able to come back into the story as somebody’s brother who has the same stats as the old character. They will not be able to come back as a character with the same stats but a slightly different name. This is a story not a soap opera. Respect their death and let them be dead.
When Cerberus is dead these rules will become more complicated. You may come back from the dead, but you must earn it. You must be the best lyre player. Or the best at something. Tickets aren’t handed out to just anyone. Resurrection is like Bohemian Grove in this regard.
There are health potions, but you should not drink them. It has been shown that there is an inverse correlation between how many health potions a character drinks and how complex they are as a person. The FDA requires warning labels which explain as much. God gave us bones so they may break and so that we may feel the Earth carnally. Humans made health potions because they are afraid of their own carnality. Do not wake up one day invincible, inhuman, and one dimensional. Do not drink health potions.
You do not have to purchase any rulebooks to play this game. You will not need anything special to make the game start. The game occurs. There is a period at the end of those 3 words. This is a fundamental concept. So I’ll repeat it. The game occurs. Period. It is like Sudden Infant Death Syndrome in this regard.
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Eat one and a half cigarettes
Picked from your front lawn
Flowers blooming nicotine
In the early evening
The dirt, the grit, the bitter
The bugs inside my sweater
Are using their legs to find my veins
And clicking their teeth to enter my skin
There’s a coat made of ticks trying to find my heart
If I keep it on long enough they’ll make me thin
I’m an ugly, fat fairy
Eating trash heap toothpaste
The lypocytes won’t touch me
The fat will shrivel sideways
And when they come to get me
Oh god when they arrest me
I’ll eat my way from the back of their car
I’ll chomp through foam and I’ll chew through bars
Because I’m the famine spirit you brought on yourself
Bulimia nervosa is your funeral spell
Eat a roofing tile
Pavement black and vile
You scale up to the roofscape
You crawl against the angles
You kick me like you mean it
You drag me by the ankles
And throw me in the oven on a Teen Vogue page
The edges bubble and pop like tape worm eggs
You gag on my burned body’s plasticine taste
The need to purge swells but you break its waves
Eat a chocolate croissant
Taste the flaking dough
The guilt sparks in your skullcage
A scintillating fear state
Sloshing ballasts and stomachs
You swallow the fat with a flourish
And I get drowned by the weight of the food
I know you’re not better cause I’m still in you
But for some reason I can’t leave your throat
If you threw up I’d be free but I know you won’t
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We catch a 3 foot shark
On the coast of Carolina we knock it out
And stuff an oar deep in its throat
Until the head is removed
We keep our distance from the fish
Sometimes danger can be the spice in your soup
The smell of superancient sizzling things
Can draw certain things to you
The man with the auburn hair
Is next to the fire like he was already there
Blowing on his soup with pale blue lips
We pretty much take it in stride
I’ve seen weirder things ask for stranger tithes
Not least of which was you, mi amour
In the classroom of love we defer to one
All hail the omnivore
Another joins the feast
Someone I thought I’d never see
Healthy and whole hair burning gold
Like the flame gilded spun sugar of her soul
The last time I saw her
Was before the hospital
A cell phone picture of burning scrubs
Dead cerberus in the back of a Ford Probe
She’s done a fusion dance
With her self I guess
Hold this image in your head
Her with a super saiyan glow
When I was a kid I thought it was fake
But now I’ve seen it and now I know
Lady Tantalus with fruit on her lips
Gas fumes are the call of the void
Ten toes cold in Atlantic salt
Baptize the newly undestroyed
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One half motorcycle helmet
The other half some kind of scuba gear
Poor kid badass moving through the riot gas
Ukelele aloft!
Addict princes bow down to the holy fool
He will kiss your heart and you will call him a tool
But when the microscopic glass
Rains down with all the ash
You can expect to find him
Visor down
Cheeks all wet
With the handful of people he managed to protect
One half fizzy lifting smile
The other half some kind of Chemical X
Goofy laugh for the crack smoking heartthrob
Who totally hated his guts!
Addict princes bow down to the holy fool
Master of blunting shanks and other tools
And when the microscopic glass
Rains down with all the ash
I expect to find him
Visor down
Cheeks all wet
The meaning of life playing solos in his head
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We put a damp cloth on her face
And give her mouth to mouth
Someone says do you still do that?
Did they replace it with something else?
Imagine a car shaped ambulance
Filled with clowns not EMTs
Hereditary and Mad Max
Have scenes a lot like these
You ask yourself if you’ll forgive yourself
If she ever wakes up
So much yelling the windows fog
And then we hit a truck
The glass breaks on our skin
We hit the road
again
When I was a kid
I really loved Wolverine
I would wear his costume in my room
A private bulletproof Halloween
My heroes were Power Rangers
They were good just to be good
I would dress up sometimes as them too
I will never save the world
This has nothing to do
With the car crash or you
But it’s what I think of when I see
You actually ripped in two
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How to Get to Hadestown
02:49
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How to get to Hadestown. You’ll have to take the long way down.
Leave the city, keep your hat low. It’s a long way from there, but that’s how it goes.
There’s no North Star. No astrolabe. When you find that mine shaft, try to be brave.
Crawl until everything’s sore. Then crawl again. And crawl some more.
Don’t bring a light, just go forward. The shaft only goes in one direction.
The river Lethe is a hospital room. It is a river of pills and they will tempt you.
Don’t tell the doctors what you want to forget. Don’t show up to the blood test.
Cerberus is dead, there’s no more dogs. You can walk right in if you’ve got the gall.
That’s the real secret, brother. They don’t mind if you go in, but the door locks behind you.
You’re gonna need some Adderall. Put your headphones on as loud as they go.
You will still feel the cries like a man who is deaf, they will buzz your bones, those Tartarus dead.
You’re on a mission for just one. Find your target, then turn and run.
There’ll be like 18 others you want to bring back. But there’s only room for two in the mine shaft.
My suggestion? Don’t even look. Don’t try to notice the other ghost you may know.
You don’t want to see your dead brother or what he looks like when you choose another.
This is where the Adderall comes in. Let the tunnel vision take you.
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They rippled out the banner
Across the asphalt scab
The ghost town where we make our home
Was alive with grimepop bands
I buy us all some donuts
I’ll meet you in the pit
Lift me up and throw me down and lift me up again
In the sweat and thrashing
Me and Lady making eyes
There’s a monologue
from Bear Grylls
over the montage of that night
He says I’ve written books
On the art of what they did
But I always end up misty eyed
When the black metal begins
There is lurid colors
Yon sacred LEDs
Breathe your beer breath ruin
Growl just for me
If you make it to the end of the story dear
Just let that feeling sit
Write only what you need to down
In a text you’ll never send
There’s a perfect nowness
Here come those big deep breaths
There’s a rawness in the ending
That only power chords express
We are the underworld escapers
We have faces you may know
But the road can turn the headlights on
In these neon sugar skulls
I am not your brother
I am him but something more
I want you to hit that snare so hard they lose hearing in their soul
Hang the guns on the mantle
Run the rose water bath
The skalds will sing of this moment
With unparalleled panache
We were standing in the driveway
In a sweaty six way hug
The corpse paint on our cheeks ran down
As the summer rain cleaned us
If you make it to the end of the story dear
You won’t need any pics
Like bare feet on gravel
You will feel jagged but you will feel
There’s a perfect nowness
Here come those big deep breaths
Things like this are Halley’s comet
They are once and then again
Petrichor and gatorade
One boy cracks a smile
The fire of St. Elmo burns
The future is fat with lightning
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