Fortunately, I Keep My Feathers Numbered​.​.​.

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Our patient feels as though things are looking up... and then of course, everything comes crashing down. Even though he is utilizing all the overseers have taught him, nothing is working. He can't provide the emotion that they, as beings without souls, lack, and thusly still cannot create. He isn't sure if he can recover from another setback. He begins to lose all hope.

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And it appears I may have spoke to soon..
Sensory overload.
My feathers have been ruffled.

We will all crash, it's all come crashing down.
I'm staring, wide eyed, I'm glaring.

We stomped too hard on that glass ceiling; I should've warned you..

Oh wait, I think I did.
Oh yeah, I think I did, I know I did.

Or was it words of encouragement?
Subtle prodding? Reverse psychology?
Maybe I did beg for this.. oh well...
My mistake.

They're descending, they're preparing to feast on our bounty.

Did I take it for granted? No…
Is this a punishment? Probably.
I thought I paid them their dues.
But I guess it wasn't enough.
Oh, no no.
We've come full fuckin' circle.

The tides have turned from me.
Oh yeah.
People don't look at me the same way that they used to.

They laugh.
It's back to the way, the way that it used to be.
I thought we we're done with this shit.

Fuck it, I tried.
Time to look for a new job…
I need some help.
Let's try some more smoke signals.

Please, love, save yourself.

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from Misnomer, released June 11, 2013

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Polygraphist Buffalo, New York

Inorganic, out of place, and unnatural arrangements. Alien abductions. Being chased. The 1920s, 50s, and 80s. Narrow hallways. Frenetics. Mood Swings. Skepticism. Cynicism. Solipsism. Pretentiousness, Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Hives. It doesnt stop. It never. Stops. Constant fear. An onslaught of phobic phenomena. ... more

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