ALL THE THINGS SHE SAID

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Domingo Kite - RUNNING4MYLIFE

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https://twitter.com/goombacore/status/1801292530316706134

talk talk (charli xcx cover)

Dear diary, I'm in big trouble...

LYRICS:
It’s a modern day forbidden romance
I can’t say I’m familiar with this dance
I’m losing grip of my established brand
This wasn’t part of the plan
(So embarrassing…)
Persona non grata
Chooses cat ears over prada
I hate the way that people talk about her
(Like what the hell?)
And my friends say I’m out of her league
But by her side is all I wanna be

It’s a social sin
I wanna be her friend
This might be my end but I don’t care
My circuits must be fried
Wanna make her mine
Reputation’s on the line (throw it to the side)

And it’s not fair
‘Cause they don’t know a thing about her life
And all the things she’s been through, things that they’d never survive
‘Cause they can’t see past her eccentric tastes and strange design
This world is so unkind
Persona non grata
Says that I should pick a side
My line of work’s the only reason why
And my friends think I’m in a cult
I take their warnings with a grain of salt

(Dear diary,)
(I’m in big trouble…)
(I met this girl who lights up my world)
(But I wear designer and she wears cat ears and these tacky striped sweaters)
(Regina and Ashley think I’ve lost my mind, but they don’t understand…)
(Me and that catgirl...)
(We’re meant to be together)

I have no reason to cry
This world was never mine
You wanna say goodbye but I was never on your mind
Not even second class
Why do I even try
If I’ll always be a monster in your eyes

girls in STIM: uncanny valley world tour

persona non grata

persona non grata - the ego death of ms. six figures

Sam Candles, CILC - GOOP FORCES

we're breakin' the rules with some non-SMW instruments now! how scandalous! the missus are clutching their pearls!

art by brycecarrington: https://x.com/brycecarringto5
inspired by Lotie

switch palace [SPC700]

Had a jacket hadn't put on in a long time.
Seam stuck out and headed down the wrong line
To a pocket where I knew that I had got mine
Once the sun's eye blotted out the thoughtcrime.

I found a lighter in the depts of the jacket pocket.
A soul delivered in the mask of a plastic object.
Had to bask in the terror of the drastic project
Of forgetting all the brass I saw within your logic.

But I remember this lighter and the cigarette
When you tried to quit.
You're always trying to quit. 
But this final dart, would be the end of it.

Next day I saw you hack a few on Queen Street.
Walked up with my stupid little mean streak.
You looked sheepish and you asked "Do you hate me?"
I laughed a trace and I said "not lately."

I asked you if you want your lighter for your pleasure burden.
You said "it's a gift. you need it bitch. I know you're hurtin"
We stood in silence in the frigid cold death weather.
Then I bummed another dart and we smoked together.

I think that must have been three four years ago,
The time I knew you for a microcosmic miracle.
Echoic seering my mind of the serial
Tapestry scraps scrolling past as your burial.

Saw your body embalmed in a small space.
Saw your mug made up like a doll's face.
It made me nauseous and nostalgic in the wrong ways.
I had to con myself calm into a false grace.

Your parents asked if I thought that you had really suffered.
I said "I didn't know enough about your lovely daughter."
And I don't know if there's an afterlife or kindly God or
Sign that e can point to that - and then I stuttered.

I saw the answer I was giving them was devastating.
So I said 'No," but this answer wasn't placating.
Three seconds felt eons as I kept them waiting.
For reassurance they succeeded in their child-raising.

And in a panic, blurted out that she would always get
A bit erratic but emphatically get over it.
This just made your crying mother more upset.
She said "guess she didn't love us more than she loved death."

Three millisecond trek into something cosmic.
Had a beautiful life, but then I went and lost it.
Memory bank starved for fresh deposits.
Put the old jacket back in the death closet.

Samples:
1. Angels and Demons at Play, Sun Ra, Angels and Demons at Play (1965)
2. The Big Sleep, (1946)
3. That's How I Feel, Sun Ra, Lanquidity (1978)
4. Klankbeeld, Medium local traffic 02 161003_1004.wav, Freesound (2016)
5. Frank Sinatra, It Was a Very Good Year, September of my Years (1965)
6. Hedonfire, River, birds, distant loon, Freesound (2022)

I Don't Hate You

Yeah
Rock with me like a geologist
I am an anthro apologist, and I am not an anthropologist

I-I-I-I-I-I-If you spell friends like
"F-R-E-N-S," then I'll have to take a step back (Nope)
Slash four T's, yeah, I don't fuck with that (No!)
Slash S, yes, I'm serious, yes
But no, I am not pressed 'cause...
I am not a fruit juice squeezed freshly
Or a panini, you fail to anger or impress me
You text me, I answer truth and it's messy
Bite your nails about it, swallow Essie wessie
Your endgame is a tessie
I spit game with the besties
Yes please (yes please!)
I don't know what I wanna do about my testies, but I feel weird about my testies
They in my replies like I need essay
If you're hanging out with me, don't flex me
If my name is in your mouth, don't you spit it out, swallow that
Somebody mad 'cause they didn't get a follow back?

I got my moving shoes on
I'm gonna feel good tonight
This is the best day of my life
All right, tonight I'm
Dancin' on your grave
I feel disrespectful, but I'm dancin' on your grave (what?)
Devoid of the context, yeah, I know it looks depraved
So stop the rave
And listen up, motherfucker

What the fuck, motherfucker
Making teens do your dirty
Work for you like a coward
You are actually 30
That's not usually insult
But to you, it should be so
Heard your last album, big mistake
You felt nothing when you put it out, it was just a cash grab
I'd put money on it
'Cause you dropped it last year, but it was mostly singles from 2020 on it
But you did drop a couple truths
Like when you said you always lose
And when you said people wanna see you dead, well, that's true
I don't P-Q-R-T, I at you
And I'm still in this shit like a statue
And I'm stayin' on this shit like a tattoo
And I'm bored with the leaderboards, still don't know nobody else who need it more
Number one track score
I'm giving you every single thing you asked for
Aim for the jugular because I'm a bad sport
You thought that I would come to your resolution, but I caught you in 4K, I don't wanna backport
Back-backport backport-port backport back-backport backpo-po-po-po
Backport back-backport backport backport-port back-backort back-ba-ba-ba-ba

I got my moving shoes on
I'm gonna feel good tonight
This is the best day of my life
All right, tonight I'm
Dancin' on your grave (shimmy whimmy)
I feel disrespectful, but I'm dancin' on your grave
(Little spinny)
Devoid of the context, yeah, I know it looks depraved
But who am I to stop the rave, motherfucker?
My dancing shoes are on and I am fucking going upstairs neighbor on your grave (what?)
Fast moves make the floor shake (what?)
Footwork make the floor shake

_____________________________
Released February 28, 2025
Written by Fraxiom Music
Produced by Spencer Hawk
Mastered by Ryan Schwabe

2025 food house

dancing on your grave

Lyrics

They wanna be an old stone building in the middle of a city that's failing.
They wanna have a lasting feeling, eternity, all-maintaining.
Abstaining from my sustenance, us and them discussing what's the otherness.
Explaining what's enough of this blood you stoke into the stone of nothingness.

The comedy's hand receives you, takes the land you need beneath you.
See the man? He will deceive you. Get into his limousine's evil preview.
It's a vision of death where you're him or you're out. 
Bloody stone building with a leech's mouth.
To each his doubt, but you'll see the devil's evidence
In the catacomb home of his edifice.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Abomination's common empathy takes the prominent, marks their entropy.
Make another combination for your enemy, helping their cause for wealth and sovereignty.
Cancerous bone growing into girders. Cadillac cracked catalytic converters.
Glass upon glass, carcinogen intimate. Condominium class gets acquitted of murder.

Hey man, look at how I'm changing. Your little investment aging.
Flesh spectacle rearranging. Doubt I'm the only house you're staging.
I got time in the wall and I'm swimming the gap
In the cavernous call of the chemical cap.
It's a criminal act when you think you're the back of the guy.
Twin peak when you seek another Gemini.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Mutational sprouting mechanical veins. Animal brain pays multinational
Syndicate statutes to vindicate ashes, to barter the actual, ration the rational.
Where is the passion? That which is fashionable
Gets you some swag that is actionable. 
Stashing the whole bag that you grabbed now you're holding the cash that they stole.

Bashing the ball with a bat and a chain standing out in the rain an your hear causes steam
To erupt from your body with red incandescence. You're closing your eyelids,
The violent machine.

Blood that's a mixture of carbon and silicon. Harbinger's dilettante Dillinger debutante,
She's coming out with her skeletal vagabond. Can't you tell that the man is just Abaddon?

He appears as a swarm of locusts. Takes your form and takes your focus.
He's a joker that's kinda jokeless, Fakes some smoke and leaves you hopeless.
All the little vermin feed. They're dividing the host and they're guiding her ghost
To a terminal post up inside of a corpse with the carrion flies.
Take an inch in the side of the Prince of Lies.

With the modular insects customize. All the chemicals converting into silica.
You pain will come to pass as stained glass in St. Peter's Basilica.
You stop your shrieking. Your organs lurch.
They make the church. You're Notre Dame.
Make a life as a bourgeois housewife.
Tu deviens la femme maison.

Samples:
1. Taipei Construction Hammer, ilmari_freesound, Freesound (2022)
2. Conform, Siege, Drop Dead (1984)
3. Ole Man Trouble, Otis Redding, Otis Blue (1965)
4. Everyday, Buddy Holly, Single (1957)
5. Leon Theremin Playing his own Instrument (sourced from Youtube)

E.D.E. (Everybody Dies Eventually)

prod me // art by ikasyuumai
first track on a little fun project with a couple like this
basically kpop if it wasn't a cover lol, the cover was fun 2 do so I tried making some more tracks like it <3

BUNNY

first bugmush song yippee !!!!!!!!
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writing: @gupsemicolon, @micahcallari, @quququinny, @erismirror, @jessicamaywhat, @mentholgrrl, @fuckitimjem
production: @gupsemicolon, @micahcallari, @quququinny, @rhinozz
mastering: @micahcallari, @rhinozz
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[intro: gupsemicolon, Micah Callari]
bitch, i'm 'boutta crash out, i love to text and drive
this interstate too boring, need to watch some family guy
pedestrians are bonus points, i hit them with my car
flash your brights, i'll brake check you, i love insurance fraud (gup yourself, micah callari)

[chorus: gupsemicolon, Micah Callari]
bitch, i'm 'boutta crash out, i love to text and drive
this interstate too boring, need to watch some family guy
pedestrians are bonus points, i hit them with my car
flash your brights, i'll brake check you, i love insurance fraud

[verse 1: quququinny]
okay, garmin, crash out, i am drivin' fast now
90 on the freeway, road rage makes me lash out
run a red light and i'll brace for the impact
doggirl needs to t-bone, she's tryna have some car sex
i sext while i'm racin' down the highway
unless you drive fast, you best get outta my lane
drunk as fuck and speedin' down the backroads
swervin' left and right as i take my date back home

[verse 2: eris mirror]
it's a bugmush life, in the street it's on sight
i hate payin' taxes so i don't, yeah
i am not the biggest fan of the government
peter griffin on my phone, ah, to help me stomach it
you better come correct when you step into that hive
pull up with the hammers, no one's gettin' out alive
industry thinks that i'm a cash cow
but if you fool me twice, then i might just crash out
(twice, then i might just crash out) f-f-fool me twice, then i might just crash out
i can't sign to a label, my swag too different
my bag too heavy, they'd kill me! (f-f-fool me twice, then i might just crash out)

[verse 3: jessica may]
crash out, crash out, hit the wall, all smashed out
drivin' off all fast now, think i've blown my back out
back out, back out, goin' very fast now
beatin' like a heart but i'm not in my car now
stack out, stack out, insurance pourin' racks out
metaphor for tits but i ain't getting those out
pass out, pass out, everythin' is black now
drove so fast i passed out, think i had a crashout

[chorus: gupsemicolon, Micah Callari]
bitch, i'm 'boutta crash out, i love to text and drive
this interstate too boring, need to watch some family guy
pedestrians are bonus points, i hit them with my car
flash your brights, i'll brake check you, i love insurance fraud

[verse 4: mentholgrrl, Micah Callari]
family had a garmin when i was like five
got my learner's license but i don't know how to drive
plus that shit's long expired
let me be your designated driver
parking lot, parking lot, sledgehammer in the parking lot
i pull up on a cybertruck, i make that chassis crumple up
trunk cut a couple fingers off a lucky license holder
call me miss 808, 'cause yeah, i'm crashing out

[verse 5: Micah Callari]
out, out, out, out, out, get me out of this
house, house, house right now, i'm spiraling
down, down, down to the floor, goin' in, fallin' out like a wedding vow
i'm on the brink of somethin' that you've never seen before
a girl who saw her life get turned to shreds and then ignored
she sought for the pieces she saw others tear apart
"eureka!" she said, then they found her dead in her heart
(heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart, heart)

[verse 6: Jem]
cra— cra— crash out, ass stains on the dashboard
if you know me well, you'll never be bored
crash now, brain matter on a silver ford
i don't think i am anymore
this road head had the price of life
i go 95 and i learn to fly
crash out, car wreck with no survivors
'cause that fucking doggirl didn't turn on her blinkers

[outro: jellyroots]
no, no, be the bigger person, be the bigger person
i'm not gonna do that
i'm gonna hit you with my car, beep-beep!