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who knew evil girls had the prettiest face
-bart simpson

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∴written in cottonwood, aged in ragweed
this is the camp cornsquatch alma mater∴

down by the pine
down by the lake
treading the sand
stuck between two states
down by the pine
down by the lake
lighting the fire
stuck between two states
state park in the dark
tryna get closer to nature
city lights forsake the stars
fading into vapor
kids branded with badges for the junior ranger
state approved forest methods of the junior ranger
i’m in a different camp
i’m off the beaten path
solstice melancholy creeping
got the people sad
cottonwood falls like snow upon the grass
take out your lighter and turn it to ash
here i stand in my lair
evergreen amongst my hair
sleeping top bunk in the bear cabin
somebody send me a care package
observing from the highest vantage
never knowing if it’s the right kind of madness

down by the pine
down by the lake
watching the dusk
stuck between two states
down by the pine
down by the lake
watching the clouds
stuck between two states
like a marsh walker
between the land and the water
these lads roasting marshmallows got the party started
at the burning logs
urban legends and summer songs
black silhouettes against stained glass sunset
coming down off the caffeine
lost in thought and i can’t sleep
i refuse to let myself become a mad fiend
stepping out at three to clear my mind
sleep deprived, woe
ripples in my body
nocturnal novelty
you let your spirit languish
you never listen patient
it’s always on and on
you leave no time for meditation
down by the lake
down by the pine
down by the flame
we’ll tell stories and dine

Junior Ranger [prod. Torso]

∴ “never wrestle a pig: you will get covered in mud, and the pig will like it.” -gang weed ∴

get away from me
all you want from me is my energy
just to fill the void in your heart where hope and light should be
burn the ships on the sea
this will not become your home
you already have company
you are not languishing alone

i was never meant for this reality
still i’m standing in it
mud surrounds as far as i can see
and these pigs want to wrestle energy right out of me
just to fill the void in their hearts where ambition should be

EVERY DAY MY WINGS EXPAND
CASTING LIGHT UPON THIS SHADOW LAND
SHADOWS FALL AT MY COMMAND
SPREADING WHERE THE LIGHT DON’T LAND
FUCK THE MATRIX FUCK THE BRAND
THE SIMULATION’S GOTTEN OUT OF HAND
CHOOSE TO SIT AND NEVER STAND
I WILL GAIN THE UPPER HAND

Mud_Matrix [prod. Torso]

my christmas gift to th e  w   o    r     l      d

snowed in
frozen
by the hearth i’m dozin
cocoa’s in my hand and that’s the defrosting potion
default i’m posted at the winter lodging
with my stocking on the fireplace and krampus put the coals in

no kris kringle in this wasteland
since cola killed that great man
1931 he was slain and the workshop was claimed
and the polar bears got the taste for soda on the ice
as neon drowned out the northern lights
consumeristic culture
got that culture consumption
happy hell starts with the end of the day of the pumpkin
it’s a fucking time of cheer
and we feel it for one sixth of the year
but why be so bitter?
it’s winter
the ground glints like glitter
snow hung on tree branches like leaves of silver
that glimmers in the moonlight
festive electric lawn displays and decorations are too bright
old man winter paid a visit
and jack frost blew by and made the land white and frigid
wind that stings the face in the day blows all night
and brings the return of snowmen, angels, and snowball fights
some are complaining and it seems a favorite topic
“i’m so cold i use my nose drippings as some chopsticks”
what else do you expect from the season, bitch drop it
haven’t seen the sun in weeks, the clouds block it
that’s the state they’ve chosen
that’s the fate they’ve chosen
be prepared when the winter wind blows in
tell me what you’ve chosen
tell me that you’re chosen
you invite me to explore the tundra and i’m lows in

snowed in
frozen
by the hearth i’m dozin
cocoa’s in my hand and that’s the defrosting potion
default i’m posted at the winter lodging
with my stocking on the fireplace and krampus put the coals in

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