In a sense I was so young,
I saw others having fun without me.
Tried to copy all you've done
Just to find out that I'm still not happy.
So what they've done won't do for me.
So please stop saying (so) and selling out your life
like golden keys.
Clone of someone else's happiness.
Scared I'll be another bad knock off.
Touched up eyebrows and those blurry backgrounds and those filled in lips,
Poreless skin.
I know it's hard for you to take what I'm saying seriously
when honestly I drip with conceit.
With all the same bits of software and human needs,
Unsurprising how easily I bleed
Onto my mobile with my nips out,
and no remorse,
I'm in the shower,
live streaming of course
Don't wanna clone someone else's happiness
But doing what others do brings me something that I've missed.
For once in my life feel vaguely attractive.
Why should I give this away
for something I said yesterday?
It's been two decades that I've maintained this same old arrogance,
Now all in vain.
Well, even concrete principles yield like flesh where flesh is involved.

MP Happiness

It’s surreal that I still feel the way I do
And it’s all thanks to you
You’re like a cancer, Grew 
inside my mind. No answers to
These questions mine, or all these issues on my mind
So barman, can I have a half no. 10 with lime

Cos I’ve been pumped up and then bursted
Got my hopes up, and deserted.
Baby, that’s the way I hurt me, 
So fuck it
I’ll drink another half a number 10 and pump my stomach

Desert dunes dumped down my throat
By bloated women wearing cloaks
Concealing writhing limbs
With mouths that tried to eat my soul

Lemme I look out the opaque window, 
worms with wings, and giant blue flamingos
Eating up the moon with bladed teeth, yeah that’s how things go
In my now real dream
By some surreal means things stopped being quite as they seemed a long time ago

It’s surreal that I still feel the way I do
And it’s all thanks to you
You’re like a cancer, Grew 
inside my mind. No answers to
this sacred crhyme and time and time again
Open up the no. 10 that’s become my only friend.

Don’t be a burden on the queen of limbs 
Who ate her husband and then ate her twin
So make yourself a useful subject
Subject others to the terror masterminded by our 8 legged mother
Subject others to the horror-cosmic tended by our unborn brothers

Covers, conceal the ancient lovers 
in their embrace the ancient universes choked and smothered,
And from their union the new stars were ushered,c

But you turned them into stone
With your gaze and now unknown 
Are the days before the days
When lightning bloomed across our home.

It’s surreal that I still feel the way I do about you
So thank you
For showing me that there’s a world beyond the world I thought I 
belonged to
One second 
Lemme Finish up the second no. 10, and then
I’ll take a second stomach pump 
And then put down my pen

Or so I said
But the writing will never end

Surreal

You can look into my heart if you wish
Don't be disappointed
When you find that
We are all the same you and I
As all the rest

Unspecial

Thrive in thresholds

As it happens I can barely sleep nowadays
I remain a precipitory being and I lust for glory
If I slept enough delusions wouldn't manifest
 
Threshold species, humans that we are, 
Thrown at the mercies
Of our broken hearts
Who knows where we go
When we stop speeding 
When we stop breathing

Threshold Species

Introjection

It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moonIt's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moonIt's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon
It's just a paper moon

It's Just a Paper Moon

My eyes have frozen over.
Am I blind? 
Can't feel my fingertips.
Ripped my swollen tongue and lips
Red on white ,
this wine has fucked me up 
like this year was not enough
so sit here and watch me cough up all that that troubles me.
I'm struggling, 
though I concede I'm privileged I'm floundering.

My arms have turned to dust.
My legs won't move for rust.
Victim of my own lust.
I push myself too much.

I just wanna get away.

Badyear

A give up of this scale hasn't been witnessed in months.

Father Frogboy

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