we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling

had my first date in a suicide bunker
i hit second base at heaven’s gate
yeah, fuck a phone number
on the third day the lightning
thunder had struck her
she fell back to earth’s surface to run home
love torn asunder
i had extensive debates about unspoken discussions
typing taxonomies of all of the types of the touches
now our corneas playing no type of symphony
no french horn timpani
dissonance rendered vividly
paving up paradise, i’m a parking lot attendee
in this room, domesticating these elephants

we’re not kicking shit but the balls rolling
yeah, she got her chips (eh), but i’m all in
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling (trollface)

musical theater
guys and dolls
jumping through hoops over ten foot poles
starry eyed starlets
i’m searching for a star that glows
resumé full of satisfied skulls (’m a hired gun)
found her typing letters on phones
in an alphabet of her own
vanna white vogue
wheels of fortune running on chrome
leaving alex tribeks for the viewers at home
she asked “why’s everything chrome?”
that’s the only thing i know

she selling these dreams, they still buy ‘em in bulk
raising her prices weekly, they still go and indulge
critics give her advices but she got her results
making her simulation, manicuring her pulse
the lights never come on at this club
bottles getting popped in the crib
we share social security pins
but when a chord hits atonal notes
someone’s getting X’d off lists
exposition to a tragic end
church top 40 singing thee hymns

all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
yeah she got her chips (eh) but i’m all in
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)
all about my bitch (yeah), keep scrolling
lmfao
yeah, lit trolling
we’re not kicking shit, but the balls rolling
in her solar system, i’m in orbit (yeah)

Orbiters

https://fdsdf.bandcamp.com/album/one-of-those-days

one of those days... [fdsdf remix]

every year you will replace

Music for Self Esteem

My Hypergraphia Is Exploitable but I Refuse to Allow It to Be

Clay

i got away, from the angels afoot
i crawled underneath, sayin i wish i could
she sits in the dark, hollowin out a book
a message inside, and left it in the woods
my jaws locked up, i cant say a word
grinding my teeth, baby say the word
if u want me to, i can save your world
analyzing angels, wanna die by your sword
i wanna die by your sword
i wanna die by your sword
i wanna die by your sword

i got into trouble, and i watch it erode
im under the weather when im hoppin time zones
another forever, can you make it or no
touch of the feather, with the voice of a crow
with the voice of a crow
with the voice of a crow
with the voice of a crow

lost cat

Live Your Life 2

Mom will call
When supper is ready
Dad’s home
Dad’s finally home
To relive this day

https://remycechovic.bandcamp.com/album/most-perfectest-raindrop-most-perfectest-raindrop

Ciggarettes On The Balcony

@jr_bst
https://surf.bandcamp.com/album/kendem

sleeve by Quinten Struyven

🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️🏄🏾‍♀️
ⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶⒶ

jr/.?bst ~ kendem

Light locked, brightness and exposure
Canon caught Choronzon in the Trojan
We got photos on our phones so we post ‘em
In the Realm, in the Void, in the Zone (yea)
God is Good, got this Goddess going so nuts
Ever since I left her coven and I ghosted
We turned the divinations into slogans
Turned the product taglines into omens

“Oh fuck” in the motel room with Tommy Wiseau
Had me throwing spoons up
Doing magic tricks, manifesting bentley trucks
Baby fake it till you make it girl, it’s NXIVM 
my boys n’sync in the backstreet
I was sleeping in the backseat, tryin to fall a-sleep
Then i’m in the streets spanging for the rackies
Why’d they try to stock a flock full of black sheep

Vault 7
Send em all up to
Strip mall heaven
(yeah, yeah) And we all reverends
(yeah) One-stop-shop
We teach all lessons
Vault 7
Send em all up to
Strip mall heaven
(yeah, yeah) Raw, no edit
Gang stalk yall’s heads and I don’t pay rent  

I keep it 7 7 7
Inception, I Russian Roulette them
In the belly of the beast, im in the intestine
If it’s God’s plan, why go cheat on the test then?
I’m L 3 3 T , tell my team gg 
I sense tension in my mentions, grant it sweet release
Every time I type a treatise it’s definitive
I define the spines of beasts, I teach them how they breathe

Breathe out, breathe in, my angelic heathens
Terabithia, on the bridge to total freedom
Fight-in rep-til-ians, in a field, unfed and freezing
Popping mensie pills, consuming sacred semen
Enlightened vagabonds, finding shelter ‘mong the sheeple
Military moles, ranks full of traitors and weasals
3D printed Faux-Christ, built Eden with evil
Alchemical salvation, made you some fetal people

Vault 7
Send em all up to
Strip mall heaven
(yeah, yeah) And we all reverends
(yeah) One-stop-shop
We teach all lessons
Vault 7
Send em all up to
Strip mall heaven
(yeah, yeah) Raw, no edit
Gang stalk yall’s heads and I don’t pay rent

Photograph by Buum
Edit by Jace Warr
Special thank you to Milady Sonora

Orbiters

Buum

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