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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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- Live?
- Perspective.
- Let Us Talk About Something Important.
- Do Not Want
- Red.
- Everyone Has Problems
- I Have A Hat, Therefore I Win The Argument.
- Me, A Mirror?
- Creatures Come, Take My Body.
- Choices, Choices.
- No title
- DAVID!
- Mental State.
- Megan Fox And Molasses
- Jess, This Is What a Muskrat Looks Like.
- What the Duck?
- Hey, That's My Name!
- Die Already.
- The Secret Life Of Joel
- Blue Porcelain Eyes.
- Begin!
- Coincidence?
- Ego vs Pseudo-Ego II
- Joel's "Lazy Morning" Breakfast Recipe.
- Lol Unconscious Brain, Lol Google.
- Ego Vs Pseudo-Ego
- 'My Baby Takes The Morning Train' Is The Most Horr...
- I Am Evil.
- My Crocodilian Deal.
- You.
- Do lots of stuff.
- Think About This.
- The City In My Heart.
- Very Silly Song.
- Strange Magic.
- Mouth Ulcers, I despise you.
- Ode To Coaches.
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