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Wearing white
03:48
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TO SPILL MYSELF TODAY? TO KILL THE BUZZ THAT MAY BRING DEAD FRIENDS TO FIND A GAY PRESENCE DISGUISED AS DISMAY. THIS IS WHERE WE PASS HE SAYS. “DO YOU KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE?” YES!! ADJUSTING WITH CATHARSIS. NO IS YES AND YES IS….. PICKING AT THE MIND, FINDING THINGS YOU’D LIKE TO HIDE. SEEING SHADOWS ON THE SIDE. FIGHT THE PIG. WATCH THE FLY.
GOT A POCKET FULL OF SUNSHINE. ONLY HAPPY WHEN IT RAINS. POLY COAT SHAKING HATE. DROPLETS MIRRORED SHATTERED FATE. STILL I’LL RIDE ALONG, I’LL BE A DOG, A GENDER BENDING SPACEMAN, A TEMPORARY HERO WITH A BLACK FLAG, CRYING WOLF.
GARGLE CUM, DRINK LISTERINE.
BE THE FUCKING BEAUTY QUEEN!
ONLY BITCHIN’ WHEN I’M ITCHIN’. ALWAYS FUCKING SCRATCHING. YOU HECKLERS TOO I’M FIGHTING. KNOW NOT JEKYLL SO I HYDE. NEVER KIDDING WHEN I’M SKETCHY. NEVER EVER SKETCH. LUGGIN’ SKECHERS WHEN I’M KIDDING. BORN AS NOTHING BUT A SKID WHO’S ONLY PEACHY WHEN I’M PISSY. FRONTING HAPPY IN H-TOWN.
THE PROPER MAN HOLDS THE DEVILS HAND IN THE LIGHT. “THAT’S HIM, THAT’S THE GUY!” HE’LL BE WEARING WHITE.
THEY SAY DROP DEFENSE WHEN HIS SMILES BRIGHT.
(Fuck You) NOW AND HERE’S WHERE I STAND ACHING FOR A FIGHT. REFUSE TO CHANGE ONE FUCKING THING. AN OUTCAST, FRESH AND CLEAN. LIKE JULIOUS JIVE, CUT THE SCENE. HUSH BOIYE FUCK THE BEAN. ONE LAUGH, ONE SCREAM. A DANCE PARTY IN MY DREAM. LOSE YOUR MIND, THAT IS THE THEME ‘CAUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS REAL?
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Ad Nauseam
04:42
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DIRT PACKED SEED OF INFLUENCE. TROJAN HORSE, NONSENSE. TURN THE PRAISE AGAINST THE FENCE. DRAIN DRIP HEAVEN SENT.
REPENTANCE. DISSIPATE. LEAD FOOT. OPEN ROAD. BURNER ON. MUDDLED HOWL. HOLLOW THIRST. VOID OF SOUND.
SHAMAN SHINE, INFANT SMIRK, CRISS CUT CRINGE, SUBTLE QUIRK. TABOO PANGS, DESPISE THE FANGS IF THERE’S A SHADOW ON THE MOON.
EMPATHY CARRIES THE KEY. ALLOW THIS ANIMAL TO SEE.
DAYTIME. DAM DECAY. HYPNO-HOUND FIT TO TREAD AND DROWN.
LEFT OR RIGHT, EITHER A FIGHT. DOWN HERE NOW
CERTAIN OF HIS MIGHT. OLD HABITS MASTICATING LIFE.
NEVER EAT SHREDDED WHEAT. PUSH AND PULL BEFORE
THE NIGHT. MATTERS NOT A RINGING FOR THE CALL TO
FALL AS SOON AS IT BEGINS. HIGH WINDS FULL ON SINS.
ONCE AGAIN, READY SET BEGIN. SINK IT’S TEETH INTO YOUR SKIN.
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The Hold
03:00
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FREE ME FROM THIS TOXIC LUST. WAIT A MINUTE HOLD
THAT THOUGHT WHILE I BUST A NUT. UNSCRATCHED ITCH,
STRONG DESIRE. FISH-HOOKED TO THE FIRE. SHIMMY.
SUCK. STRUT. FUCK. SOOTHE. SCOLD. FREE. HOLD.
CLEANSE. FEED. CUM IN ME. I AM WEAK.
QUENCH THE WANDERING PSYCHE, CIRCLE STEPPING TO
THE FLAMES. BAPTIZED IN PISS. WALK AN 8 DAY BY DAY.
DRIED HARAMBE SPUNK. HELD JUST BEFORE THE DOOR.
GLUED TO THE MOUSETRAP KNOWING NOTHING MORE.
CLEANSE. FEED. SHINE ON ME. I AM WEAK.
SHINE INSIDE GUIDING LIGHT. LOOK FOR JEKYLL, FIND
HYDE. FRIJOLITO? SORRY, DIED. HUSH BOIYE, PERMA-FRIED.PURGATORY THE REVIEW. AWAKEN THE SOUL ANEW.
PROCESSED INCIDENTS ASKEW. TEAR THE RODENT FROM THE GLUE AND CLEANSE. FEED. UNHEX ME. SMASH THIS
BOTTLE THAT I HOLD. SOBER ME BEFORE I FOLD. HEAR ME
OUT, NOT A SCOLD. JUST A PLEA PROJECTED BOLD. OF
THIS HEX, LOST LOVE. SUBTLE NUDGE NOW A SHOVE.
SHADOWS HOLD STRINGS UP ABOVE. FLY HOME WHITE DOVE.
CAUGHT IN A RUT. UNDER A HEX. RING UP YOUR FUTURE.
3-6-8.
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STICK IT INSIDE. I MUST FEEL SOMETHING THERE. WHIP IT
OUT, GET IT HARD, PULL DOWN MY UNDERWEAR. I JUST
NEED TO FEEL. ANY HOLE IS FINE. I RECOMMEND THE ONE
DOWN FRONT. MY SULTRY MOIST VAGINA.
I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING. THAT SHIT AIN’T TRUE. I
NEED YOU INSIDE OF ME AND I’LL TELL YOU WHY…..
‘CAUSE THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE.
ATTENTION IS PART OF IT. TO FEEL IS SUCH A HIGH.
NOTHING LIKE THE SOUND OF YOUR BALLS SMACKING MY
CHIN…. YOU MAY CALL ME A SLUT JUST ‘CAUSE I LOVE IT
IN THE BUTT. ALL I HAVE TO SAY TO YOU IS SHUT THE
FUCK UP! STOP WHAT YOU’RE THINKING. WHY? ‘CAUSE THAT’S A FUCKING LIE. NEED YOU INSIDE. WHY? WHY? WHY!?….. ‘CAUSE THERE’S NOTHING INSIDE.
FOR YOU THIS IS JUST “FUCKING” FOR ME IT’S A BIG DEAL
I’M ONLY IN THIS FOR ONE THING. YES THAT’S TO HEAL.
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5. |
Queen for a Day
04:56
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ECLIPSED SUNSHINE, WEARY EYEFUL. SLOPPY SCALED
ONES SHED A PENCE. AN ANGEL TO A JUNKIE. LOW
ESTEEM AS SELF DEFENSE. A FONDNESS FOR LIFE ON THE FIRST DAY. REST OF THE NOVEL A PRAYER FOR FULL DECAY.
PARASITIC KEEPER, STIFLED LIGHT. CHASTITY MENACED AT EVERY URGE TO FIGHT. DETESTING THE DAY ONE WAS
BORN. JUST AS MISS IMBRUGLIA, LYING TORN.
MANGLED WINGS TO SHOW AN ANGEL PAIN. RETRIBUTION
COUP DE GRACE. QUEEN FOR A DAY.
SANGRE POR LAGRIMAS, LIFT THE CURSE. ASHES RISE TO
HELL, HEX REVERSED. DROP THIS HAND AND FALL NOW TO
THE LIGHT. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT, THE PATH WALKED
ALWAYS RIGHT.
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Walking an 8
02:46
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SHE WALKS IN 8’S ’TIL DOWN THE SUN. LONG GONE DAY,
SHIFT DONE. HAND SCOOTS TO 9 ONE CRAWLS TO 12,
ARRIVING TO THE HOUR SHE LOVES. DOES SHE RUN FROM
THE LOCS? YEAH NOVA, I SAID IT. WILL SHE RUN IN 8’S? OH
YEAH, I’LL BET IT. I WATCH HER LEAVE, SHE DOES NOT RUN
INSTEAD SHE JUST WALKS IN 1’S
SHE WALKS 8’S FOR HOURS AND PONDERS WHY SHE’S DOING THIS, SHE WANTS TO DIE.
DAY DREAM FANTASIES ARISE. A CRAVING FOR HER OWN DEMISE.
EPHEMERALLY HOME SHE TRIPS INTO BED, FALLS INTO A
SLUMBER AND DREAMS OF RED. WAKES TO THE SAME
REALIZING SHE’S LATE. SHE RUNS IN 1’S SO SHE CAN WALK
IN 8’S.
DAY DREAM FANTASIES ARISE. A CRAVING FOR HER OWN DEMISE.
AT THE POSSIBILITY OF HEAVEN, PERHAPS A CHANCE TO
WALK A 7, OR IF TO REMAIN IN HELL, A PIPE DREAM TO
WALK AN ELEVEN. IT’D BE BETTER THAN WALKING IN 8’S THE POTHOLED PATH THAT SHE HATES.
SHE TAKES A SPIN ‘CAUSE FUCK THIS PLACE, REWOUND TO TEARS, EMOTIONALLY MACED. OCCUPATION WHEEL STOPS ON WHORE, NEW HOPES THIS GRIND WONT BE SUCH A FUCKING BORE.
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7. |
Vegemite
03:37
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BIRTH ‘EM TO A FIGHT WITH A DOUBLE EDGED SWORD. ALLOW FOR INSECURITIES PACIFIED BY A HOARD. ONE
TRACK MIND WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX. SHOW THEM
NOTHING MORE. IMPRISONED BY THE HEX. GIVE THEM A
THIRD EYE BUT NEVER LET ‘EM SEE. INGRAIN IN THEM 2
WORDS, “MORE & ME”. MENTAL FENCE CAGE UP HIGH
CONSCIOUSNESS. DENSE HUMAN RACE. ONE HOT FUCKING MESS. LAB RATS FACE THE TEST. FEARING WHAT COMES NEXT. HANDS CLASPED IN DEFENSE
UNPREP ALL FOR
THE FALL OF THEIR EMPIRE. REASON WHY WE’RE HERE.
STRAIGHTENING BY FIRE. NATURAL SELECTION CLEAN
UNDER THE BED. DECODE THE ENIGMA, ONCE KNOWN
BEST LEFT UNSAID
LIFE A SCHOOL FUNDED BY
CONTUSIONS. WATCH ALL VIBRATE ASIDE THE ILLUSION. DIVINE INTERVENTION A HOLY INTRUSION. OH SWEET LORD ENGENDER CONFUSION
SELF LOATHING EXTEND DISARRAY. BIRTHED IN THE DIRT THE SEA OF DECAY. SHINS PLANKING THE EARTH, MUGS AIMED TO THE SKY. STARVING DREAMS, HEAR ‘EM SCREAM “WHY, WHY, WHY, WHY, WHYYYYYYYYY!!??!
HIDDEN HELL CONFINED TO
THIS WITHERING SHELL. SPREAD ‘EM AND EXHALE, ONLY WAY TO EXCEL. HAPPINESS A WARM GUN, SO WHY DO THEY RUN? I COME NOT IN SPITE BUT TO FREE EVERYONE….
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Happy in Hemet Hemet, California
HYPNO-POETIC-CHICKEN-SOUP-FOR-THE-INCURABLE-SOUL-GARNISHED-WITH-A-SPRINKLE-OF-SMUT.
Guava: Drums
Javin: Guitar
Pappy: Bass/Vocals
Instagram: @Happyinhemet
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