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Internet Explorer
02:18
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Why do I like watching people have sex on the internet?
and when's mother Mary gonna come down and save my skin?
I begin to wonder....
boy I wonder, boy I wonder, boy I do
I'm an internet explorer in the digital age, I've got one for the good the bad and the off days.
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Class Clown
01:28
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I WAS SURE AS NEW JERSEY
Now I’m an animatronix suspended in disbelief, can’t you see
the Pinnichio in me, Japedal my ass home on a baby blue bicycle
engaged in false facsimiles
Trips round the life cycle
Catch me
watching Cigarettes and smoking stand up comedies...avoiding Teeth fall out dreams
Thought all of them would love ya for your Facebook posts
But they only found ya funny for the inside jokes
Here’s hoping that the class clown
Can still hold it down
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What did you say up on that balcony
While the stars hung low and you spoke in holy undertones..
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Irregardless were shining
Like ten straw-spun jubilees in the midst of catastrophe marching
Over inward upward
To victory or whatever
on monet colored canvases
With Renoir flavorings
Your brandishes and burn marks,
Are all but replaying...
Parision cinemas, >in black and grey
Reverse spectral fractal sputtering
Out, in, around,
>Hell or high water, >get to high ground
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Life could be beautiful,Molly popping candy cotton coated in celestial mmm mmm good vibrations..expanding at a rate beyond all my character defaults/freeze drop seconds in amphetimine tongues, sky colored pink as Himalayan sea salt floating on the tip of her tongue on the phone with Shakespeare’s muse weeping in an acid bath..but her girlfriends are coming over tonight and there’ll be cake and conversation over cigarettes and senselessness and these moments could be perfect and precious precisely borderline quantifiable..
two weeks vacation and The rest off for play(I could imagine them saying that just isn’t right “you’ve got to SERVE society!!” Uncle Sam screams from his nursing home, mashed potatoes drooling from his mouth like me in my dreams of aqua weed sea foam..
all my friends smoke weed and curse capitalism. But nobody’s brave enough to start a new religion based on blazing up and cursing killer cops and civil disruptionio
cloak ourselves in reperations and give America back to the natives and I’ll go swimming with the fishes and eels...cuz that’s the only place white people didn’t steal..for real for real
Sing me songbird salivating seamstresses hymnals abysmal joy sounds echoing out into the cobblestones streets and tweet tweets from the fingertips of digital kids in kiss-for-kiss conundrums from here to London..fun dip on the snow cone in sun lit stone homes..
where me and all my friends could just drink wine on the porch and it’s fine if of course the spirits are on all high tonight
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GUMBEH
01:41
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Hope it's all good with the homies when things get stretchy like Gumby
hope that they know we were hungry, we were not in it for money
we were all in it for fame, just want them to remember our names
(as a way to feel included in the cosmic giggle, the seemingly endless grabs at being RECALLED)
Young B(Bucky), Young P's(the legendary Pauls)
stay flexible like Gumby
I WANNA HIT THE LOTTO FOR MY MOMMA AND MY POPPA
KINDA WISH BEYONCE WOULD TAKE ME TO RED LOBSTER (i.e. formation)
SNACKIN' ON SOME FOOD MADE FOR THE ILLUMINATI
NOT JUST OUTTA POCKET BABY THIS IS OUTTA BODY
WE SHINE BIG AS OCEANS EVERYBODY ELSE'S A ZOMBIE
WE STOP TIME STOP MOTION LIKE GUMBY
Life on lag in an airtight bag pipe type like molly drags knife (https://mollydrag.bandcamp.com) through white on white zigs and zags and zags twice
flag what’s right and wrong and draw line in
sand
Fight over flight
Stretching my dollar for most of my life
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EAT THE WEALTHY, ROB THEIR CHILDREN, NEST IN THEIR HOMES
Subtract the 1%
rip them from their homes and take all that they own
hear the moans of those with no means for loans
and would-be-father's in cardboard castles
how's it hanging in Los Angeles? glamorous? boy I bet...
the sun sets nicely on them
blame them cuz their cars and shoes are nicer while some people still can't eat but look at me still greedily holding onto green in pale blue hypocritically
Bronze monuments for the filthy rich, I'm angry but actually envious
Why are you perfect in my mind? why are you perfect in my mind?
What was wrong with us?
What’d you see with me?
Have I lost your trust?
Will we ever be?
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Walmart Culture
01:43
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trapped out in the aisles
Of a vacant concrete lot
Narcanapacalypse, the tales that time forgot..to tell
Sister, what will become?
A honeysuckle spit out
A culture gone to waste
A flower long forgotten
MEATS AND CHEESE AMERICA,
EVERYBODY'S COOKED ON Coca Cola
Walmart came to burn your hometown down
Kids burning Christmas trees
The smell of fresh laundry
all throughout myl passages
People need a place to sleep
The benches Have handle bars to prevent them
the restaurant are filled (IN)
MEATS AND CHEESE AMERICA
EVERYBODY'S RIPPED ON Coca Cola
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Hotles
02:56
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Upon further reading it had seemed you were bleeding
From the inside out
From another view it had seemed to consume you all throughout
but Don’t go asking around what I’ve been thinking about
paranoia from paneramas of hidden cameras out to exploit you, good Lordy lord yeah..some sort of apocalypse
imagining it
all happening in one quick silver smoke screen
But I’m still thinking
how...I like hot tubs/ filled with bubbles
And boss ass bitches...killing presidents
I wouldn’t recommend, deep dives /into my/subconsciousness
Granulated sugar with a couple drops of water in my bloodstream
Play it out/lose recollection
Like daydream..endless & heaven scent
Came and went, framed and spent, it changes when..you do
You do you
Upon further reading it had seemed you were bleeding from the inside out
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9. |
Can You Exit Bruv
02:30
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SILLY ME, SILLY YOU, SILLY ALL OF US BUT WHAT ON EARTH DO WE DO?
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Triple Vision
02:42
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It was 7 in the morning I was 20 feeling 40 it was 60 felt like 80 doin' 90 in the 35
Triple Vision was the mission I was wishing I was sipping on your wissahickon watershed grey eyes
picking berries in a hurry such a scurry occupation what a worry
barely spending anytime outside
apple pies in the eyes of the apple of my eyes sweet surprise, my disguise doesn't hide all my lies on my rough nights
FEELIN' FUNNY IT AIN'T ALWAYS SUNNY HERE IN PHILADELPHIA
(me I just might get blinded by the sunlight)
ALL OF MY MONEY SPEND IT ON MY HONEY DEAR, IN PHILADELPHIA
(from the rooftop I can see the stars stop)
it was 7 in the evening, I was 40 feeling 30 it was 20 felt like 30 going 7 in the 65
sun was setting I'm forgetting and I'm letting go of what was getting to me but I'm betting I'll see the morning lights
fruity pebbles I'm disheveled on my level is a devil of malevolence, a revel of accomplishments in my mind (fuck Seattle!)
triple vision catch me slipping cuz trippin on the stuff I'm missing, wishing everything was finger lookin' goooood. (like mother elfin' chicken tenders)
FEELIN' FUNNY IT AIN'T ALWAYS SUNNY HERE IN PHILADELPHIA
(me I just might get blinded by the sunlight)
ALL OF MY MONEY SPEND IT ON MY HONEY DEAR, IN PHILADELPHIA
(from the rooftop I can see the stars stop)
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