patterns of behavior

MANZAI

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make me a wish, lean in and kiss - bruises my face
i'll die by ur side, so make up your mind - or sharpen your blade 
it’s a mess, how we mesh, broken glass, on the dash
and i’m losing control...
at ur best, i'm useless, so let’s stretch, on your bed
hope you'll never let go...
I GUESS I’LL NEVER KNOWWWW

do u believe in love?

how much can we lose right now?
with our heads out of service
and our bodies, unfurling
would your diamonds be worthless and all?
i concentrate all my thoughts!
just to do you a service
im uneasy and irk-ish
when the blessings turn curses, you'll go
and that's just how the wind blows-
I GUESS I’LL NEVER KNOWWWW

NEVER KNOW

you have to find five hundred dollars on the ground as soon as possible

How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
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Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

Irreverent, never could be solemn.
Anger wasn't T. Turns out it was a me problem.
Was an A, tried to put me in the B column.
See the writing on my head? I'm a she-golem.

A single letter makes the Emet, Meth.
The jagged ink lines between truth and death.
If the word's impure, you won't heed the lesson.
Watch your body seek acceptance as a permanent weapon.

I bore witness to infernos raging out on the plain.
And I focused them down to a little blue flame.
And I use the little flame to assign what I feel
To a little blue blade that can cut through steel.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Sovereignty, commonly assigned to big drama.
Devilish ghosts designed to eat up.
Think the motherfucker metaphysics pause inside the big comma.
Servile silence must be corrupt.

Wanna take em by the jugular, lay em flat
In the six positions on the ugly mat.
Take a baseball bat and with six collisions,
Smug precision, take your vision back.

And I saw the little Gods that reside in the earth.
And I suddenly knew what the focus was worth.
And sympathy's sweat from divine directors
Rendered little ol me these Gods' protector.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Samples:
1. Glass Onion, The Beatles 
2. Vitamin C, Can
3. 74-75, Sonny Sharrock
4. Enter the Dragon, Bruce Lee
5. Verklärte Nacht, Arnold Schoenberg

Little Blue Blade

I was created. Heart fated to manipulated.
Arc sated with marked hatred and
Stark relations to the dark days of our haven.
A star murdered by the arts statement.

Can't be saved, but you start saving.
What's the name that you aren't naming?
It's a fame where your famous.
Eternal peace that is not painless.
Steel soul but it's not stainless.
What's insane is that

The time I spent in this residence was brief.
Most hours suffered covering for other's relief.
Inside was an exercise made for grief.
Everyday the wolf. Everyday the teeth.
And I could see see beneath
His great unwillingness to injure me.
With all the violence of twenty-first century.
It's sensory but with an eccentricty.
All the pain is just Electricity.

And the angels wouldn't would help you...
I was torn to shreds over a sullen sky
An underneath the eye was the author's dread.
Where he lay his head. Where he dreamt of me
In an empty dream where he saw me dead.
And he wept for me 'cause he knew vice.
His dream necessitated my sacrifice.
Can't be resuscitated or you pay the price
With something drastic. She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.

From my body came a river of blood
Which unburdened the land and formed the basis love.
A small village evolved from the nourishing red.
As my eyes dissolved and melted out of my head.
Upon the flesh that is the altar
I formed the people's agriculture
And criminality in serial adulterers.
Take the salt and sow the land I made with seedy cults or
Solve the problem better yet with calls to fear me as the mother.

My muscle stretched to a horrendous length.
Tried to end its strength like a waifish saint.
What you are, you aint. It's the karmic paint.
Armageddon's date. It's almost at the gate.

And while it snuffs me out, you will watch again.
It's enough to doubt the resolve of man.
Do the best you can but you'll fall in love.
and you'll make me live so you can dress me up.

1. Seas of Cheese, Primus, Sailing the Seas of Cheese (1991)
2. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)
3. Vocalise-Étude, Olivier Messiaen, Carolina Eyck, theremin
Ievgeniia Iermachkova, piano (2017)
4. Concerto for Double Bass in F-Sharp Minor, Serge Koussevitsky (1904)
5. Casta Diva, Vincenzo Bellini, Norma (1831) Maria Callas (1958)
6. Twin Peaks: The Return (2017)

Meanwhile...

Had a hard time knowing who to trust.
I starved myself of human touch.
Thought my soul was high above this.
I've had enough of being loveless.

I feel the lust. I feel the hum.
Of a thousand imaginary voices pleading me to cum.
I gotta be polite. Gotta do my best.
Spend a lifetime getting all their notes, fulfilling their requests.

Letting all the ghosts in. 
Playing host to a universal motion.
Hears the waves of the ecto-ocean 
Water lapping up your soul's devotion.
"Never gonna hurt her."
Whisper ghosts to reassure her.
"We're not gonna murder,
Our favourite public pervert."

Feeling like Scheherazade.
Another tale for a punitive demigod.
Living Necronomicon.
Staving off death by making up phenomena.
For the entertainment 
Of a brainless, hateful audience of satans. SATANS!
Make another statement.
You don't wanna end up in their basement.

Long time flipping for the freedom I seek.
We inherit the meek as the earth rejects.
Long time thinking your demeanour was weak
But submissive mystique is one that protects.
It's a feeling you get when you never regret
When they burn your neck with a cigarette.
It's a ziggurat. Where the temples at.
Now shut your fucking mouth and grab my ass.

Give me your possession. Obliterate my body as a true confession.
I am but a vessel for the machinations of your devils.

I'm never me at any second but my fate is ordained.
How can the voice of death beckon when no ego remains?
When you're everybody else I thought that I could be not I.
I'm not alive so I thought I could never really die.

Chemical dependence. 
I'm an animal serving her sentence.
Never think about descendants. 
It exacerbates existing tensions.
You can still eliminate
Egoless entities, making them assimilate. 
And the chemical will levitate.
It separates, forms a precipitate. 

Causality's hand is vicious.
Couldn't escape the incidental wishes.
Acidic hiss from caustic kisses
Of a cosmic stalker who reminisces
Of a back and forth, of a gentle business,
in the mental physics of an avatar.
It's an abattoir. Not your decisions
But the odd incisions of the butcher's art.

It's the butcher's heart. It's the comedy.
When they're taking it apart for economies. 
It's an honour common on the daughter's coffin.
Often primadonna's offer freedom on this. Thoughtless.

On and off in your subconscious.
Haunted housewife, softened convict.
On the outside, doubt you're dauntless
But in the interior, fear the process.

SAMPLES
1. You Boy, Carol Anderson, 7" Single (1972)
2. Eastside Verse Drums, Garageband Loop
3. He Was a Big Freak, Betty Davis, They Say I'm Different (1974)
4. Scheherazade, Rimsky-Korsakov, Detroit Symphony (2024)
5. Sweat Loaf, Butthole Surfers, Locust Abortion Technician (1987)
6. Something, The Beatles, Abbey Road (1969)
7. Halber Mensch, Einstürzende Neubauten, Halber Mensch (1985)

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nooo!!!
i won't be impressed!!!
pour sludge in my HEAD
on thoughts of your burly chest
no!
it won't go away
how long will it take?
you pull up, i double take
god why! would i even why
though we relate, surely it can't be fate
oh V_V
i'm so obsessed
feelings a mess! feelings you can't detect

re-configurate my heart
using it as a weapon
drop into the chamber, my self-worth
shoot like a smith & wesson
ricochet, the pain, i start to think
i'll never learn my lesson
when he comes around i growl n snarl
he laughs at my aggression

i've been losing sleep, i can't help it
want you for myself, guess i'm selfish
look at you and start to dream on that dumb shit
it goes on, and on, and on again

SHUT UP
i don't wanna talk right now
but i might smoke this ounce
NOTHING MAKES SENSE RIGHT NOW >:"{
gave me the run around!!!
i'm staying underground!!!
blanket of static sound!!!
the signal's drowning out!!!
goddamn
crashing waves, names in the sand
i'm just a worm in your can
perfect fit in the palm of your hand, ooo
SHUT UP--
i can't even hear myself think!!!
i can't hear my own existence
you're living in my head...
but i am not impressed

IM NOT IMPRESSED

Lyrics

Limited Existence. Is it living or is subsistence?
A silhouette that's in the distance.
They're blocking your goddamn shots like the 89 Detroit Pistons
I watch the cam. I watch the cam.
Observing the genocidal plan.
The juggernaut can't handle who I am. The fuckin ops say
They are tantalized so they must sanitize
The whore they canonize and overanalyze
The shame that they swill from the feminized.
This shame will grow so large it'll make them willing to kill. Can't handle them.

Midwest girls armed with some baseball
Bats swooping back in the ashes of rainfall.
Midwest girls crowned by the halos
Wailing away it's the sound of the angels.
Midwest girls wreathed in black flame.
Imminent attack in the Saginaw campaign.
Midwest girls catch some fish again.
Vicious big bitches gonna capture Michigan.

Good amount of hatred. Feeling like an artists without patrons.
Lifetime of waiting got me impatient.
Doesn't even matter that the NSA assigned me an agent.
Can't stop the ride. Can't stop the ride.
It goes beyond a fundamental pride.
It goes beyond the way I feel inside.
It's now about the fate's insensitive use of evidence
To give the residents anti-providence
And let be known, rather obvious,
The densest man's inadequate and he won't leave you alone. He's comin home.

Midwest girls battin' Hank Aaron.
Makes a satisfying PING like an M1 Garand.
Midwest girl on with the business
Put a little kiss by your name on the hit list.
Midwest girls good in a crisis
Making all the improvised explosive devices.
Midwest Girls inland ocean
Shrouded ships are fast approaching.

It's comin' up. It's comin' up.
Gotta get degrees of dumb enough,
It's going off. It's going off.
Curing the disease with molotovs.
It's happening. It's happening.
After the world unraveling
The javelins are erogenous
Small simulacra of the Lance of Longinus.

Midwest girls taking a deep breath.
Don't know what you thought, but I'm thinking now you seek death.
Midwest Girls enter the tournament.
What'd you think would happen if you give them no alternative?
Midwest girls aren't intangible.
Cornered rats are dangerous animals.
Midwest girls execution.
Spectres settle to electrocution.

Midwest girls crack another cold one.
Beneath the St. Louis Arch is an old one.
Midwest girls storm the Necropolis
Getting at the source of the coming apocalypse.
Midwest girls, hordes of undead.
Who's the hunter? Who's the hunted?
Midwest girls intheir environment.
Divinity defies the eyes of Leviathan.

Samples
1. Phat Planet, Leftfield, Rhythm and Stealth (1999)
2. Blue Jay Way, The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
3. Eddie Floyd, Knock on Wood, Single (1966)
4. Somewhere There, Sun Ra, Outer Spaceways Incorporated (1968)


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