Protect 2: Another Tome Straight to Your Dome

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Geneva Harrison
Devin Smith
Matt Hettich
Bob LaDue


released April 24, 2015

The protect game


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Track Name: "Yeah... I know that...."
Frustrated by your lack of teeth, you take owl to get a loan from the loan store.
They say they will make you up an extension. (Not completely real... but okay...)
That’s a lot to take around with you in your bag yeah.... yeah... I know that.
I’m sorry about the extra weight. Just like the friends around are thinking of you. They have their own dreams too.

Elsewhere the astronauts are telling racist jokes
.....the golden hole.
between each individual strand of soap we favor
I am somewhat embarrassed by his lack of tact in asking this question on a first date, but not so much that I don’t want to see how this plays out

without the keys, no one can enter the locks
this is a new snake thing, I think —— popular?

stretch before doing any heavy

take it home like Doug E. Fresh
Bless it like it’s hella blessed
Smashing glasses on my face
Now that I’m bleeding, I can relate

Every word you’re hanging on
terrified but growing strong
take a shot of tanquerrey
seasoned to perfection with Old Bay

Stupid jokes will make you fat stacks of new cheese to cheese your face with ~~~DUH
No one ever told me I was broke, then I just was… ~~DUH

I want a shopping cart full of goodies
I want a bucket full of gooseberries

Fuck that I want a real-ass goose,
take it home, pet it then set it loose
hang up my socks with a velvet noose
recline by the fire reading old-time books

Your books are boring: please give them away, give them to me now
I can rewrite you, rewire your programs, pop up in windows
....You're Stalling......
Given them away, assign a new name,
What if a thousand birds try to talk to you?
Lying through their beaks.
Track Name: King of Falling
How to be the overwhelming majority
I am a rice cake enthusiast
memories erased sequentially - you are screaming like a horror movie victim

jellyfish doing their fucking jellyfish thing I dunno that’s not my department
All beered up and no place to go

you are the whimsical children’s story
I am Taylor Swift in this metaphor

disinterested stockholders

forgotten and left outside
getting up to speed on the latest episodes
layer cakes

We, the conquest keepers
digest the evening’s news
with alarming irregularity

Elsewhere, cotton-tailed and bush eyed children
pretend to suffocate the president

Pretender… Forget about the precedent you’ve set
Mark my word I am cotton woven hair: a spiders net
Mark hath heard that I am caught in a million heads
I’m never overheard I’m always directly said from the mouth I fall right out of town
breaking off the highest branch I’m the king of falling down.

falling down
falling out
I'm lonely now
I fell right out
Track Name: Wait for a While.....
wait for a while
let your body fall
from endless blackness
into light

wait for my endless time
from anticipation
to the heart

take what you need
why don't you take, what you need
tell me move forward
every breath you breathe

in the flavor of the air, you're the one
you're the salt of the sea
fall into light
fall into light

why don't you pass me off your apathy
one day you'll find you've fallen madly in love with your mailman
that mailman's lookin fly as hell
Track Name: Spaghetti And Meatballs, Turkey Sandwich, Sausages, Hard-Boiled Eggs
A Crayon in a box by itself
I don't want you to......
Leave it alone while you still got the chance
Flame all my cousins for what you can
Leave me a lone if you care
That would rice.... rice-a-roni

Tell you what, we'll meet in the back and drive..
Drive all night long

Please help me, allow my eyes the clarity
perfection such a rarity, Shortened pant Exposing knee
slowly bending into an apology, come tell me
come tell me do you manage these
Do you handle this?

When was our first opportunity missed?
a forgotten love has slipped off the list
The boss that frowns upon the sight of shitty kiss
when the gods come down they notice
A mandible dropped a shaken golden wrist
I know what I want to waste: I want it limitless

The farthest cousin you have into a foreign void
The connections are thin as is the weakest of joy
form a bond a hook a new chemical alloy
eso es lo que quiero, así yo me voy

A woman slowly reaches into her gigantic marsupial pouch style front pocket and pulls out an oversized hardcover. "Another Tome straight to your dome…." she begins to read out loud. Several onlookers decide suddenly to update their their tithe quantities to almost nothing. The grizzly bear minimum. A pack of bears riding motorcycles sudden explode for no reason. Their guts get all over you. Your teary eyes begin to fill the room around you. Before long, your eye water has met up with other waters downstream. The waters get mixed up together and start heading towards the oceans on motorcycles. The waters are all wearing leather jackets. The waters turn into bears. When the story is over, t he woman self replicates a perfect copy except for that she has vol. 2 of the book to read.

Spaghetti And Meatballs, Turkey Sandwich, Sausages, Hard-Boiled Eggs