The master does not need to be told he is the master, he knows.
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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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- Don't Stress
- Boots On
- Torrents
- A Night Of Desirable Objects
- Story
- Meaning.
- The Dream Of A Little Creature
- What We Fought For
- Books! Everywhere!
- Forgetting
- Man Can Make A Monster, But Can He Create One?
- If I Had Words
- So Basically...
- Things People Have Said To Me Recently
- Chimp
- Point?
- O.K
- Fortune?
- Symbiosis
- Little Marble Of Joel
- Assumptions of Stupidity
- I'm Rather Fond Of This Girlie
- Measuring Machine
- Sea Of Sand And Humans
- Teenage Mutant, Not Turtle, Not A Ninja
- Prayer
- Sleep
- The Falling Shadow
- Whoa
- This Is What It Feels Like To Be Batman
- Of No Consequence
- Languish In One's Questions
- How To Tell If A Human Is Lying
- Ground Control To Major Joel
- A, B or C
- The Truth Will Set You Free
- Air Con
- Meat
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