slow pulp high remix

i really miss
when you were all over me
now you dont even look at me
i dont know what i did

you keep freezing my pulse
somethings keying my skull
rolling souls in my wood
but i am missing yours

she cuts me like i want to <333

im off the ketamine and maddie she wont talk to me
that girl was a fiend i didnt give her drugs so she thinks im mean
i hope her new man dies i hope you know i sit and cry

ketamine

Produced by Alex G.

I have a friend who sits at the corner lots
Selling pills to the girls when they cross the block
I told him he should quit that sketchy scene
He said, "Nothing compares to the fever dream"
It's what I do, I wait for you

I love all 18 of you, you are all lovely people.

I FUCKING HATE THIS SONG STOP STREAMING IT@sadderthanabitch on ig

i miss u and i'm at this point in my life

i woke up to this fucking awful news today and im still in shock.
This person was always so fucking interesting to me and i really wanted to meet him irl one day
i cant believe hes gone
hed still be alive if it wasnt for the shitty circumstances and everyone always pushing him to the edge
he was always good to me and would check up on me and would talk to me when i needed to
i hate seeing people trash his name, 
i know he was a good person that never got his chance
he deserved a better life


hes the reason why this fucking page even exists
i wish i could talk to him one more time
i will miss him
rip skeleton


(my only finished song with skel that we ended up dropping separately)

good ones always die

spotify

on your own

make u happy

2009 w/ I miss our memories

Colin Hilton's "River Boy" is a boy’s journey through life – from childhood to adulthood – seen as a river controlled by locks, shaped by his parents’ hopes and worries, by a messy unfair world, and by forces beyond anyone’s control, as he drifts slowly toward whatever “sea” his life ends in

THE RIVER BOY

The headwaters of the river boy
Are surely not so long
From the birth of melting snow
Over rocks of babbled nurseries
Falling as he grows

Trickling like childhood time
Sunlight brushes stones
Magnified and polarised
With the wetness of his eyes
And the floods of buoyant groans 

I sat and watched his teenage years 
When question's can run deep 
The surface growing darker
Hiding secrets of a boy beneath
A man made tide

If I studied every eddy from
The pebbles skimmed and thrown 
Would ripples share their mystery
With reeds that follow faithfully 
The water's flow 
I wondered if the boy would know?

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
Holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
That's a mother's cross

His thoughts circle like driftwood
That have fathomed every bend
Bark without a destination
Wider than the banks
Towards the rivers end

Beneath the surface obstacles
Emotionless and blind
Discarded through inequity
Consumerist futility 
Just stepping stones
Or maybe hidden mines?

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
Holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
Well that's a mother's cross

The river's tide obeys you
Like the swan commands the lake
Sits silent on reflection 
Where the water surface softens
With a slower pace 
And the moon pulls up 
To draw upon its grace

I watched you smiling sadly
Of what might always be
A boy born of fresh water
As his life meanders slowly 
To a salty sea

The river boy's his father's son
Operates the locks
Turns the key for hopeful journeys
Lets the water rise
Over the wooden stocks 
Above a weir that questions
Hidden rocks 

The river boy's his mother son
holds back her strength through loss
Sends the water down again
Let's loose a tide of pointless journeys
Below a weir of worries
Well that's a mother's cross


Copyright Colin Hilton November 2025

River Boy

Natural

O ye sons of men, how long will ye turn my glory into shame? how long will ye love vanity, and seek after leasing? Selah.


My soul is also sore vexed: but thou, O Lord, how long?


How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.

We see not our signs: there is no more any prophet: neither is there among us any that knoweth how long.

O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?


How long, Lord? wilt thou be angry for ever? shall thy jealousy burn like fire?


O Lord God of hosts, how long wilt thou be angry against the prayer of thy people? 


Psalm 4:2
Psalm 6:3
Psalm 13:1-2
Psalm 35:17
Psalm 62:3
Psalm 74:9-10
Psalm 79:5
Psalm 80:4

King James Bible

how long

there is no more any prophet:

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