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We are gonna do this in pieces
Because I am
A piece of shit
I wonder if ill keep that in
I'll send it to him
See what he thinks
He might like it
Whose
I don't rock with neurotypicals
Can't spend time with one who sees me as invisible
The endless pissy puddle that i step my toes upon
Got me filled with wonder, pondering if i am strong at all
I find myself laughing at the cards that I've been dealt
Why do i put the ice on fire knowing it will melt?
I try and fail to go after women with outer shells
My limbs can't lift up my bar, its in hell
What a shame
A bartender who over pours
Every drink he serves to his clients in the morgue
Don't worry bout the tab, just worry bout the cork
It can hit you in your eye and you'll forget what you saw
Best jab, death cab, hex chick
Fred macs red flag checklist
Send bad text that gets left on read
Fire fire, looking for the exit
It's all a bag of Chex Mix
It ain't nothing but a bag of Chex mix
A mandatory part of a balanced breakfast
You either lie right through them or their too busy chewing
I learned the rules before I knew my directions
So I grew up losing out to depression
Now I set the suture with the music that I use for therapeutics
Chex Mix
I don't rock with narcissists
Already spent my time switching pods to fit
Preposterous, i know you can't exist for another man
Most stories that i boast, are a hoax like the son of sam
I work to lessen my connection to my foolish pride
I know the best ways if I choose to try suicide
But my family needs me so I just suivibe
I think my cousin still upholds me as the coolest guy
But it is what it is, you gotta get it how you live
When I was six I said "I get it! I don't really wanna live"
Held fire i was singed, but wasn't burnt, what's the sitch?
Only burn the bridge if you can fly or you can swim
Keep the hat brim low as i walk through the store
A twisted tea and a big bag of funyuns for the road
If it glitters, it aint gold, it's been sold
It ain't nothing but a bag of Chex Mix
A mandatory part of a balanced breakfast
You either lie right through them or their too busy chewing
I learned the rules before I knew my directions
So I grew up losing out to depression
Now I set the suture with the music that I use for therapeutics
Chex Mix
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I like to think I'm a hardworking man
Get a ride from the office in a big red van
Elevator lifts up, try to perfect my stance
I'm Rufio overthrown by Peter Pan
To catch them hook line and sinker is the artist requirement
I stumble on the road halfway to my goal
A young man plays soothing strings on the violin
Just enjoying his environments, not broken by the mold
Before I knew the codes, from birth I was told
The warmth in your heart would cool the earth if it froze
Like thorns from a rose, elegance has its defense
Taking kindness for weakness can lead to an early end
I'm a fool for my own self prescribed writers block
I can still hear my heroes as they whistle by the docks
Before one starts their journey, gift a thimble for the fog
Inspirations in your portrait call that limbo of the lost
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
Bumming a cig from a skeleton. I appreciate it
Smoking on the spirits helps maneuver through the faces
Maneuver through the bases, I'm a liar and a thief
Tires start to screech when the friar starts his speech
Pay attention, in each rant and ramble learn a lesson
But fight against aggression or risk further acquiescence
The curse of mice and men is rampant from the start to end
So play your part or history will stroll along and break the tension
Question
Why do you search for those that hate you?
The ones who see your brittle bones and want only to break you
You find out there intentions then you swiftly yell out "case closed"
See a long legged blonde treasure then it's quickly take two
Remember what they told you in that mansion on the hill
When you looked into their eyes and hid, the darkness you concealed
"A partner doesn't make you, love inside you needs to build "
When will you burn the tape on the blooper reel
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
Laying in a best western
Throat flexing
Close next to
Hopelessness mixed with the most eloquent
Settlement that I've settled upon
Post sex, defenseless, shield and weapons are gone
Him and I linked together like the Janus mask
Pretend outcomes spawning from a banished past
Intro and outro written I've been there and back
And i just sit and laugh
And i just sit and laugh
I don't sleep I feast
On all the broken promises from previous meets
I place them in my future like a friend I will greet
So there's an easy way out
The well gets too deep
Hearts start to bleed
I get afraid and leave
Can't face the beast
Can't let these walls be breached
Now I lay awake, thinking maybe give it a try
Cause the rain doesn't sleep; and neither do i
The rain
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
The rain doesn't sleep, and neither do I
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I got a pocket full of stoooonneess
And they wont leave me alooooonnneee
I got a pocket full of stones but they are actual stones
I pick em up like little friends as im walking back home
They say the fall in so cal isn't the worst compared to summer
Its like a small time transition period to winters wonders
The months numbered 9-11 never kind to I
Funny how that number combination aint the kindest kind
Lost most blood and sanity in those violent times
Jobbed out battered and bruised like kai en tai
15 years old breaking hearts but could never tie a tie
Led me to a woman named jazz not the quiet type
Thought i was much bigger than my boxer briefs
Cut down to size, slapped hard in the mall with peeps
Harassed i Phone 4 with a mighty force
That led to paranoia of her banging down my door
Didn't help that my pocket knife was my sword of war
That i sliced to skin to make the poetry more close to home
Parents shipped me off to a unit that could mold and grow
The boyish little fucker who was potent with the metronome
I wrote poems that dazzled and amazed
The therapists and other students who were struck by the malaise
My first work was "oxygen" lost in a journal
My opinion of that piece is akin to a turncoat
Furloughed my writing stylistics for a couple years
But thats a story worthy of a sit down and an open beer
Fall never gave me a good look
Now whenever it appears i open up a good book
Autumn for the melancholy
Winter for the depressed
Spring for the hopeful
Summer for the joyful
There's a season for everybody
There's a season
Autumn for the melancholy
Winter for the depressed
Spring for the hopeful
Summer for the joyful
There's a season for everybody
There's a season
I walk home from a pitiful meal
Wielding the star saber and the sky boom shield
I know my past like a blind man knows his next step
Need bed rest, a red mess left on the bench press
I see the fae from the other side, wishing i could tell them more
Waiting for the day they see their beauty like a cellar door
Matadores masterfully hidden: little capricorns
Lure me out and stab me with a fast retort
Bad result
Abby from the goodwill
Another lost leg in a race I should fail
Went to the record store below the two tree laced hill
Only to freeze and let anxiety come forth and pay the bill
So i ponder all the thrills i could amass if he let go
Of the grip that he holds on my thoughts and my soul
Snow doesn't fall here, only sun and some boats
But the winter that i feel is year round in this hole
My season
Autumn for the melancholy
Winter for the depressed
Spring for the hopeful
Summer for the joyful
There's a season for everybody
There's a season
Autumn for the melancholy
Winter for the depressed
Spring for the hopeful
Summer for the joyful
There's a season for everybody
There's a season
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The harvest dried out, there aint nothing left
So i sit upon the foothill, and monitor the steps
I try and stay hopeful as we plant more seeds
But the leaves turn brown and the beast must feast
Come stare at the puddle that i made off of rap
Longevity akin to beyblades on the mat
The little armies i have shuffled, put my face on the map
Still afraid of the wrath like shane dawsons cat
Blacked out from exhaustion
Macintosh, caution
My fingertips like faucets
Rip the creativity right out of its nativity
To balance out my debit card balance and my misery
Its all about the symmetry
Standing in a room of subjectivity and brash decisions
Industries expect to see an author and a mathematician
And if you don't have the will to stab a victim: cataclysmic
Some would argue I'm a masochist
Or a lonely soldier still looking for a path to walk
Maybe im a stockholmed snot nose hunting for the locked code
To finally escape from their foxhole
All i know is this
The harvest dried out, there aint nothing left
So i sit upon the foothill, and monitor the steps
I try and stay hopeful as we plant more seeds
But the leaves turn brown and the beast must feast
The harvest dried out, there aint nothing left
So i sit upon the foothill, and monitor the steps
I try and stay hopeful as we plant more seeds
But the leaves turn brown and the beast must feast
Water dances through the winter failed to turn it around
Ice sheets and oil seeping deep into the ground
Too many reasons in-season to keep it overly plowed
All these problems compounded by the length of the drought
I haven't seen but a sprout in a year or two now
Might have to move out, screwed out a couple of thou
I killed the brood sow for dinner, still getting thinner
Who would've thought the rude child was a talented swimmer
Took a picture of the pasture as we packed for the journey
We had a long path ahead so we just had to leave early
And in a hurry to arrive to the greener side of fences
All these earthy expenses are driving me in a gurney
I might need an attorney but I won't kneel for their mercy
My fingers dirty for the grain
with which they're stuffing their turkey
Drinking murky water without a daughter named murphy
We cry to God when we're thirsty
but he decides we're unworthy
Got me firmly by the short and curlies
The burly clergyman losing out to his worries
In a flurry leave this worldly plane
To be unburdened by the shame
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Loveulysses
Whose
And Hans
WHOSECAMP
I man the ship till the hull split
Vibing in the dash con piss ball bit
Fall slipped through my fingertips
Ashes on my fingertips
Solving inquisitions with the vision of a heretic
Succumbing to temptations like I'm Marik with the golden rod
Bowling ball stomach and the hunnies wanna pole to rock
Molten bong
URS coughing sound like Godzilla yawn
Records spinning start to simmer screaming like it's lil John
Molson muscle strong
Torso sexy shawn
Vocals Tara strong
Cock swings: Barry bonds
I'm a man amongst gods
That I call my peers
They see through the lost cause
That I fear is near
I feel like Captain Jack Rackham on the hunt for last dragons
While i practice with the mask less
And I'm learning from their habits
Haven't felt cold on my neck since a young queer
Like taking worn shears hit the button on the scruff beard
Pop the cig tray out, South Park in 99
Stumbled on a fey route quickly ditched it I ain't got the time
Matinee nights, kicking with my feet up
Fantasies with brain damage, I'm a Tommy dreamer
I was with a chick she getting schizy in the Beamer
Plotting schemes to get the hell out of this bleeding hand that feeds us
We so used to the taste
Yes we are yes we are
We so used to the taste
GET EM WHOSE
Fixations on nostalgic based placements
I've wasted precious seconds on transformers armada
It ain't a good show i just need to know the end
Still haven't looked it up so i can play in my pretend
Play in my pretend while my exes plot revenge
Play in my pretend while the MAGA starts to pledge
Play in my pretend while everyone makes their amends
And i look over the fence wondering how to get in
I look over the fence, get up on my toes
I look over my fence, try and pick the lock
I look over the fence, get up on my toes
I look over my fence, try and pick the lock
If your complacent
You deserve to die slow
Waters too high
Grab a board
Call me Leo
Boofed the red pill
Wooked out Neo
Un chicito
With the dream to write that song
That completes you
Lethal
Ever consuming thought
That no one needs you
Back burner
Since breakfast
How about them apples
Spoiled rotten given our graph
And the sample
Take a bite out of crime
Mcgruff got a worm
Sold it to big pharma
So they can develop the germ
Too cool for your two plus two sir
Qbert got the point quicker than you
What a looser
L7 W. Double e N. Y
Hut Jr
Should've gone to the bathroom sooner
Uber excited
Side winded to the hole
I'll die in
Chillin' on a cold beach
Chiefin' with Poseidon
Why hide it
When you can exploit
If that sounds wrong
Your right
Thats the point
It shouldn't be about profits
Just people
No human being is illegal
All land stolen
Time is a construct
Freedom is a mind set
Nothing is free
Life isn't fair
We be both problem and solution
But why should we care
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Sly Queasy
Whose
And still i hunt with my sword
Time to cut all the cords
From the lovers remorse
And now im spinning in the train station
Trying to remain patient
Main staging
Good with the strings like im clay Aiken
Yeah
Im a man with a chick that he doesn't deserve
I'm a man with some wits and I'm good with the words
Im the last syllable when you utter your curse
Don't be surprised when i stumble in first
Like Lupin, pick the locks
On your secret box
Trying to figure out exactly how your clocks
Tick tock
Man stop
I rant and ramble like septimus signus
You pant and scramble to find truths are fiction
I sit upon the mountain top
Decrepit and regretful
The bearded grumbling shepherd
Both regressive and progressive
I hold them both, like yin and yang
The poster boy, deceptive pain
Momentous joy, yet to obtain
My fingers stained, by lead and chains
Laid out plain and simple: my intentions have been sinful
And this guilt I carry with me loves to talk to pad and pencil
Sly gave me an instrumental; he's to harsh of a critic
But in this game of pawns and posturing, end up rather cynic
Lying by omission: greater gifts have not been given
At the exorcism mixing with any who isn't Christian
I walk into the comic shop and leave with fine vixens
You write the worst verse on the posse cut like blimes Brixton
Times ticking, I'm tired of these blind visions
My own hell I created with asinine ambitions
Minor setbacks lead to occupations
Pills and potions like a mental patient
Left pocket molded for a pale blue lighter
Right pocket cluttered, spirit buds and loose write ups
If you think you saw me out and about, I could be anyone
Facial identification impatient, I make a mess of them
Electric with the flourishing words, like Tesla/Edison
Songs could pull someone off that ledge, I work in medical
I loved a girl who wanted to fly to see her relatives
I should've known you can't buy a train ride to heaven im
Maladjusted, the jester never fails to entertain
Garrulous, a baby man in both mind and frame
Endlessness: the sets of the game
I'll continue to play
Without a quarter to my name
Whose
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I place my lips on the coated honey flute
Saunter round the room, I exist to boast my tunes
A most aloof Buffoon that retreats into cocoons
They call the eggshell studio, it's really just their room
A gifted empath that is blind to their heirlooms
That shudders in the evening because time is a weird soup
Mixology with rock kings in their beige suits
Always saying "yes" without attempts to be careful
Some days they can't help but just mail it in
Sun grimaces, mood as bad as Andy Hamilton
Moon gives a shrug, even she is perplexed
The mind is at war so the mind is a mess
I guess, they take with each coming step
An acknowledgment of grief with no life after death
Look up to the sky don't make a fuss, it's all pish posh
If pork chops were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs
I have too much to say, I wish that I didn't
All these boundaries that I make, a collage of my sickness
I slam the cell on myself the warden of my own prison
Carved in the forehead "gone fishing"
I never say what I need too, i wish I would speak
So the loved ones around me would know what i could need
To climb out of this well thats been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"
I try not to vomit these brand new Oreos
Bought by an nb in a van, by the gory coast
I ate them out of boredom, sprinkle no self regard
Chell with the portals, in one end, gone out like kali ma
I know it's gross, crippled missions with a chronic illness
They told my grandpa it could be worse and it wouldn't kill him
The spiegal stomach legendary in some NY districts
Gotta belly laugh through a somber existence
I often weep about my physical restrictions
Weep meaning gritted teeth and stared into the distance
My knuckles still bleed, self harm is an addiction
Kick the habit, kick the bucket, you pick the mission
Progressively learning how to be selfish
In the right ways that can lead to a healthy life
Make it past 30, right now? I am hell bent
Tomorrow my opinion may change, and that's alright
Jack, play us out
I have too much to say, I wish that I didn't
All these boundaries that I make, a collage of my sickness
I slam the cell on myself the warden of my own prison
Carved in the forehead "gone fishing"
I never say what I need too, i wish I would speak
So the loved ones around me would know what i could need
To climb out of this well thats been stitched into my skin
Carved in the forearm "gone fishing"
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you can see me, If you can see me
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you see me by the docks, say hello
If you can see me, If you can see me
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released February 4, 2022
