Blind Phantasm

broadway catch the steamed milk pouring out  
the coffee shops
gravel picked up the next seen g next to a fluffy sock 
covered in mud left from the last days from the coffin sod 
waiting for another buck buckeroo 
w a couple odd Pennie’s 
to come out the sound 
sound out my pocket 
wow 
god why do I carry around a smokers cough 
ima cap hill dweller 
sewer rat 
Frankie says relax 
sugar tax sugar tax 
too much for a bar crawl bullet holes come back fast 

Broadway catch the steamed milk pourin out the coffee shops
the rat pack strikes again
feel like god just kissed my neck
plastic humans wrapped onions 
add the union skin of plastic chests
push your head up against mine 
puzzle piece it fits it best but
doubt fading with consistent rhythm
but everything’s good here 
must come to an end?
upper lip never fell
hopes up never quit
hold on your breath for a second 
squeeze tightly on my lungs with the tip of your fingers
free thinkers line up 
free thinkers single line 
hum in sequence like
convenience
convenience 
convenience 
convenience

well thats the spirit 
airline pilot that took my tshirt 
what’s the Wi-Fi code?
I have no solid ground to stand on 
floating points in a gas cloud
with short breath and my arse out 
like haha 
are these special moments to you?
it started to hurt to love you 
rid me of this casing
fuck an example man I’m just j a g

98102

uninspired, I’m flat tired 
heel scraped where ankle aches
feel bile sitting on my chest
weight pressed
restless 
headache 
with their flashy things 
& mistakes
they follow you
where is my love?
when I grasp it loose with no care
I don’t give a shit 
I’m lying
go tell yourself the truth 
life isn’t fair and neither are you
well if you want the same thing
& you can’t communicate
what a strange thing
feel like an alien being
feel like an alien being 
I’ll speak the truth or don’t 
times in my youth I can’t forgive myself
for choosing love 
when I wanted to live 
where is my love?
grasped loose with no care is this what you do?

thinking up words
up right adventure cus you know 
you should get this
you are the exact target market 
don’t regret the
RFID 
lost my spark when
eyeballs tracked 
predicable purchasing 
worshipping false prophets 
pockets stuffed to the brim 
all men die 
few men, well they truly live 
leaving love behind 
in different ways each time
it hurts a similar pain I can’t stand
uncomfortable conversations (leave it)
in person not online 
wartime reaction 
redactions are never really read 
I wanna untangle
wrangle some strength 
weight on my chest 
but who’s fault is that when my shits left unchecked 
I’m not well read

plastic flowers

Rabbit

when your body hurts 
but you’ve gotta work 
face down in the dirt 
gas station
food in my belly
something good about today
well getting what you what ain’t
what you want
in a mood
what if someone wants you?
touched by the sound of your voice 
cast a little noise
in my throat 
pose for the photo
come on man
well I might dress 
with a 
dirty jansport
tucked away under a seat
and forgotten & discarded
I can’t see 
through the scratches on the window or sleep
as I may miss an opportunity or someone may make one out of me 
head leans vertical due to the rumble of the 
window pain 
eyes wide open light reflecting back again
shine across the sullen forgotten bags
plastic or canvas 
what a malpractice of talent 
balance out your calluses 
so you’re hard when it matters 
(sorry)
so you can show everyone tomorrow 
what you did yesterday
for those who really matter 
pitter patter little feet 
make a sad vibe 
well that’s a bad vibe
psych crispy w Mike no high 
tops rocked off the
I can’t lie
I can’t lie
said w a smile know
tell a fibber from a look they give
control
you can lie out of any window 
but
can you look yourself in the mirror 
oh we see the love 
in a material worlds
happy wife 
happy life 
said the server
foods cold 
waited too long 
waited for our words
waiting for a window to
expo shift with foggy brain
billing bongs 
thats shame when 
I can’t afford too
bill anon posted another thread 
when I want 
the discourse that we’re connected by a 
predetermined by the
rhythm that threw me off
so I argued with him 
do you mind if I take this?
it’s control you’re after now
when it took me so long
when it took me so long to give you 
is it good for you?
is it what you want?

wears a jansport
tucked away under a seat
forgotten or discarded I can’t see 
due to scratches on the window or sleep
as I may miss an opportunity or someone may make one out of me 
head leans vertical due to the rumble of the 
window pain 
eyes open light reflecting back again
shine across the sullen window forgetting bags
plastic or canvas 
malpractice of talent 
well balance your calluses bruv 
so you’re hard when it matters
too you’re strong when you’re not
world won’t be strong for you 

discard of your bad breath w something fresh destress w a cigarette n get stressed again
“excuse me why can’t we be friends”
well you dont own the seat that you’re sitting in
to wear that grin off your face 
so you can show everybody tomorrow 
what you did yesterday
for those who really matter 
pit patter little feet 
better scatter make a
bad vibe outta me 
scheming conversations
psych crispy like Mike w no high 
tops ripped the 
skin off my 
ear drum
well I can’t lie
I can’t lie
said w a smile know
tell a fibber from the look they give
they can’t control the life you live 
well it wouldn’t hurt to do a food run
I can’t get shit though

forgotten bags

Biggie x Tom Tom Club x a lil' bit of Kid Koala

Inspired by Kid Koala

Enjoy!

Genius Of Big

MANONFIRE

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