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The Flying Ship
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Who I am on face value:
- Joel Macbeth
- Australia
- I am only a slave poet And my chains are those that are worn like armor By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes And say you knew I was unrepentant
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- Well, You Just Wouldn't Believe Me.
- Insult Me And I'll Probably Agree With You.
- Kalatorm?
- Nice Work People.
- I'll Wipe Anti-Inflammatory Rub In Your Eyes, And ...
- Tidy My Room, And Cthulhu Will Find You.
- Note To Self
- Pink Floyd + Fever Dream.
- "Denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism"
- Nothing Changes In The Abyssal Plain.
- My Speed Dial
- Jack And The Makes-No-Sense-Ending.
- And Such And Such
- the Coldly and Overly and Deeplessly Everseen.
- No, I Don't Feel Very Well.
- Multi-tool.
- Can You Even Remember?
- The Things I'll Do.
- I HATE IT WHEN PEOPLE DELETE THEIR FACEBOOK!
- Me And This Girl.
- Crazy Person.
- You Are Bad.
- Tired of You.
- Make It Beautiful, If You Can
- Some Good Things About Joel
- Realness.
- When Joel's Worlds Collide
- Cheese And Wine.
- Screw You Barry, You Handsome Man.
- Joel's Haikus
- F*** You.
- I Am Zen.
- Timer
- Card At Random
- Tired...
- N.
- My Soundly Soulful Silence.
- Asymmetry
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