[full lyrics on youtube/rhymers block] 

[slinle]
Woke up in a cold sweat, hot n wet and damp like death.
Trampled breath that can't digest the bottlenecks controlling Texas sized portions of a mind-twist distortion edging Betsy to the cliff no way to be herd. It is important for the formula to formulate equations out of time and space, recapitulating every day colossal amount of playtime though unwinding we r-r-r-r-r-replay, relay, synaptic structures, electro-static huggers, erratic trickster fuckers, skitter buggers run amuck amongst the walls my corpus collosum draws.
Interpolated information operating divine waltz.
Redesigned vaults, where the mind halts.
Insulation salt circles turtles up intervals, yup.
Mineral deep cleanse in a mental heap, stems from subliminal activation of a synapse on a fringe. Beep.
Relapse, on a binge. Creep.
F-f-freaky interpretation, terror terror
nightmares reeking shadows seeking out the next of kin.
On the hunt again, or am I just hunted? 
Tweaking at the meaning of the visage in my head. 
Stare, stare demons round my bed. 
Chateau infested, in and out of it.
Nodding out again, back to them condemned-
lost and confused, fog diffuse in the hollow.
Moss emboss the view under moonlight being swallowed. 
Black, gnarled giants roosting in this Earth Hallow.
Following the tracks who's that human-like snarl? 
Copy-cat Charles Manson in this Mansion in the middle of the harlow, thicket full of clouds taste rain water and sorrow. 
Except something's in the branches caterwauling something awful -
horror, horror. Sight distorter.
Chances are there's no tomorrow. 
Boogeymen come dancing hard bro.
Hope you got a piece of mind cuz I have none to borrow. 

You can run but where you'll run to?
When I hit your brain waves stunting-
deep inside these dreams of mine. 
There's no escaping by design. 

[TRiPPSwOG]
I fell asleep s-s-s-screaming sleepy fucking that being I am 
I woke up with that feeling un-uneasey once again
now I'm c--cheeseing in my bed b-b-bleeding 
f-f-fiennding itching for the demons to leave me here and sleep again
I'm bleeding from my o-o-nose oh no my pillows fucking rose gold 
hold the chrome under pillows just incase he's at my window
w-w-w-widow wife I'll have she crying by side she think im dying
I'm just high
went to sleep s-s-s-screamin' fiending for another feeling, 
feeling like i might be peaking "kegan, kegan, wake up kegan" 
fiending seizing, sp-sp-sp-sp-spazin drolling all bad terror time
terror terror -
"your dying dude your life is mine your fate is soon to hit its time of eternal dread and blood drawn rhmyes"

[slinle]
I woke up from a night mare.
Terror, terror on my mind. 
Something bout reality just really isn't sitting right.
Jump up, outta bed, to the hall, full dread.
Dumbstruck, loud breath, phonecall, shits dead.
Something bout reality just isn't hitting right. 
Squinting at the lights, see a figure in the wall imprinting on the bulging white. 
Pushing through the plaster, sprinting faster than I crawl, indulgent of the spite.
I fall through the floor immured by eternal abyss, then cast upon a shore infernal Dante visited. 
I woke up from a night terror-
horror, horror, shaky hands.
Standing by cadavers heads splattered to some flaky strands.
Illustrating every bit of gristle drizzled in, try to understand what's going on when common swat cops cripple him.
One shot through the legs, it's a hot searing pain-
two through the chest and neck and begs for one to brain. 
I woke up from a bad dream-
scary, scary run away. 
Except my house don't look familiar and my pops is acting changed.
In fact like some chameleon he won't let me see his face.
Smells of carrion, on all fours runs away, kites me through the house wailing, calling out my name. 
"Catch me, catch me if you can"
Then slump into the fireplace. 
Immolate like instantly then set the whole scene ablaze. 
Something bout reality really just feeling fucking strange.
Really feeling fucking strange. 

[TRiPPs]

The Bizarre [ft. TRiPPSwOG]

Twisting tongues, assisting lungs, dimwitted, young, consists of chum. Chewing gum, stewing some, wrists and fists and green thumbs.
Blisters numb, transistors stun, hitting shifting pot crumbs. Characters done, my sugar plums, massacre for the viewers fun.
From a metal cigarette. The signal sent is infrared, infesting in your cloudy head is molecules that overrule the cesspool from the brownie bits.
Inner-out of townie kid, slip the grid in rowdy blitz.
Browning automatic shit, shoplifting like a magic trick.
Frolicking in a crowd of tics, that shroud in mud. A drought of blood from the drinking of gigantic swigs.
Chka-chka! Static shit. Phones are out, tactics in.
Classic thoracic pain from the weight of this dramatic skit.
Wait til mathematics hit.
Eights on acrobatic flips.
Hate to state galactic trips in freighter ships don't fit your demographics kid.
Voted democratic kid. 
Molded by fanatic myths. 
Holding diplomatic chits that chat about pragmatic wits.

Few cue a view of the worms in procession. 
Martyrs, monsters, boys, men, peasants, presidents.
The earth we become play its dirge in the dirt.
The dearth of one's glum is the worth that is stirred.
The urge overcome kiss a cure-clad-lure,
and ensure a bliss in being numb in eternal rebirth. 

Born again, my nitrogen in mighty winds that spin-a-spin-a tale, highly likely that he hints, what regaled, wild stints I perused as a living meat-suit, in my defense, it's a ruse since a child prints are fused. 
Diffusion in the exhalation, exhilarating environments. 
Respiratory regulation deliberating entire sense. 
Yin and yang that wax and wane win against desired gems.
Pretty, shiny facets facilitating deciphered lens.
Try again. 

Worms in the coffin, worms in your skull.
Squirmy world eaters, to a bye you are lulled.
Worms under your skin, returned to a home,
feeding curled creatures, sacred tenants of the bones. 

WorldEaters

You can't see me, sift through the debris, I'm too far inside. 
Dreaming as an avatar, before we knew of Xanax bars, do it til I'm cross-eyed.
Breathing through the TV screen, predefining everything, lumbar left defied. 
Deft tries, reaching handlebars to stay in charge of life. 
One charge at a time, two marks to align, to embark a design so comforting and benign. 
What a powerful tool, had we known it had use, woulda fused, now too late. Damage done. 
Abusing your fate, re-rewire your brain. 
Re-retire your takes, built it up, lie awake, tumble down, thems the breaks. Listen while I make my way. Perusing just another escape. 

Basically I procreate amalgamations playing made of prosaic mosaic shit, life in the basement type kid.
'Xcept I'm not a kid I'm twenty-five and surely life has dipped and dived. 
Left alone to his own device, tries to televise his mind. 
A lot of twists and turns to learn a lesson burnt is earned unless the mess we're in discerns a list of finely printed terms.
Turning with each tooth, extracted wisdom from the root of the machine a crude saline solution crafted to teach truth. 
I only spit an image of these images, context clues cue cluelessness, concluding each allusion miffed is  ripped apart upon inspection. 
Hues of mute rejection, link away before detected. 
Buttes commuted just don't suit the easy road y'all steady reckon.
These sweet sweat beads beckon.
Essentially my specialty is remedies for empathy, the enmity in densities greater than any sympathies you synthesize. Heck it. Symbolize, simple eyes, seeing seething sigil lines. Runic signs. Ruinous superstitious lies. 
Like being baptized in the blood of Christ, or bogeymen on child heists. 
Child run, ya run, y'all best not cry. Wild ones stay young and spry.
Can't catch me if there's nothing to hide.

Escape Artist

[Slinle]

That's a top notch stop watch you got when you hop scotch, hats flop on nonstop, who get swatched then chop shop botched.
Like look pops, I'm rapping with no props.
It's raining, I'll still mop,
the floor with these poor ops with the bop. 
Like Aesop, Rock it with a pocket full of lollipops,
salivating evermore as my spittle globs drop.
Plop a claymore that'll wop you to Necropolis.
Trail the skyline marvelous, hail at nighttime ominous. 
Bloody bits of gristle, shit, and fragments left anonymous. 
Boy don't get monotonous. Like a hip-hop hippopotamus i'm a danger to the populace. 
Ain't no stranger to the nautilus, not no underground rhinoceros i'm under water, threat of slaughter, shit I'll author a hypothesis: 
raised by wolves like Romulus is sure to alter consciousness, at an altar of our armistice.

Two grams, the man, the plan, goddamn, I managed to bandage the mental span, the spam, the spun,
the spinning, the strict winning. The grinning ear to ear like Glasgow trimmings, final inning, vinyl skipped dear, dimming. Damn it.
I said it, I meant it, I vanished. Come on now, plan this: out of every planet this the one I crash landed?
So my roots? I'ma plant it.
And my fruits? I'ma jam it.
And the truth? Fuck a period y'all can catch me red handed.
Red herring, staring at the criminal all scarily. 
Murder the murderer and toss him saldy to the sea.
Start over elementary with your L.M.N.O.P.'s 
after complimenting the shit that will make ya brain bleed. 

I'm a one shot, two shot, Bullet down the throat. 
Check the misery amidst the charlatans i know.
History is blitzed when pulled by providence alone.
In a one shot, two shot, Holiest of boats.

[Tripps]
Ships moving from the coast, like the pocket that I roast,
With my lighter in hand, panic flips and boasts,
Lighting fireballs in my pocket, call me Mr. Flame,
I'll burn a hole through your pocket, no need for a name.

I'm a winner, a taker, a big old swiper too,
Foxy meister, a mister fighter, taking rights from you,
Shove them up your tight, top-notch, I'm top-tier,
No rhymers' block, I'm on stuff, na-na, i got no fuckin fear.

I big snuff and take puffs, don't even try to ask,
Pass my stash, i'll knock you out, a powerful blast,
Sent a friend to the ER off some mid-leaf, my lil' G,
Living life on the razor edge, that's how I fuck-ing be.

[Slinle]

Three times the rhymes, I'll preach it off your balcony.
 I'm mixing with the alchemy, hydrolyzed the doubts in me, I mean I want them out of me.
I mean I want your mousy cheeks bouncing til they're drowsily, pronouncing how the pounding be.
Like life's ruff, dude.
All bark and big huffs.
Then bitten in the instant that you try to see what's up. 
Pigeon-holed into positions, stuffing gauze on the blood.
Like the manifold is leaking, gaskets bleeding the suds.
More or less I guess it is I feel like a roast peking duck.
My bed is an herb garden, in my mouth a carrot stuck. 
Quite disparate from the whence I was the who whom gave a fuck.
Now whether feathers on my skin or my heart string ducts, any weather, nether-man, my soul hen hard stayin plucked.
Aw shucks.
You can have the carcass for an extra twenty bucks.

Altered Altar [Produced by Cat Beats] {F.T. Trippswog}

[Tripps]

boy I can't help myself anymore,
boi I feel like I might need some more,
scraping cocaine right off the bathroom floor


Dirty Nasty me, I'mma nasty freak, I'm a Naught meek seek, I'm a goblin Gnome, holding chrome to my dome, I was frozen in zone now I'm solid like bones, ceramics and stones, I got paint that got Chips,
I got nicks I from some chick's
I got dents from the benz,
I confess I am him,
him being my HYMNS that I mumble with friends,
because I am all them, and they stumbled out things,
man you fumble N sing, while I just humbly sing.

flip the packs and then I flow switch,
you had no switch, so you cold bitch,
now you dead caught fucking lacking,
where's your head at? boi in my back-pack
nap-sac I'm real bad, you gotta get real mad so I can snap on back,
like a fucking spaz I'll cause your heart to twelve, 
when the clock strikes Midnight you gon hear my call,
like a fucking wolf I'm an animal-whos gon amine-wild,
I'm Naruto now mixed with Soul and Sai-
I'm off psilocybin boy I see through eyelids 
I'm consumed by madness and indulge in sadness,

profit-profit p-p-profit seeker,
i got a mind like sneakers,
man I am a tweaker,
caught me running faster
then a fucking bastard
tryna slain his masters
boi I'll stab your back first,
cuz I know your that hurt,
that you need the pressure,
to release from back there,
let your blood just leak here,
fall and pool beneath ya,
drench and stain those SNEAKERS
p-p-profit seeker,
i got a mind like sneakers,
man I am a tweaker,
caught me running faster
then a fucking bastard
tryna slain his masters
boi I'll stab your back first,
cuz I know your that hurt,
that you need the pressure,
to release from back there,
let your blood just leak here,
fall and pool beneath ya,
drench and stain those SNEAKERS

[Slinle]

P-p-prophet tweaker, prophetic beakers.
Clean chemistry made alchemy of common cleaners. 
Cleanly, dirty-nasty nah he nasty-quirky.
Took a slab of tabs until the masses murdered. 
Or filled his tab of slabs for all the matches perjured.
Purses, massive, snatched and dashed to habitats. 
Ask if tats would hurt em. Axe you for the verdict. 
Activate the trap and snap in half like vermin. 
Nasty-wormy squirming in your psilocybin, 
in your silly smile worms will squiggle wild,
gummys very riled, trust us this is mild.
Oh shit, n-Bom in ya palm sweat, child.
Ask a lil trippy if he know about psychosis. 
Bindle up with Slinle if he know about psychosis. 
Symbiotic, true harmonics, fractalize like lotus.

Bloody Freak [Produced by Hera] {F.T. TRiPPSwOG, Slinle}

Have you had anything to drink tonight? 

No.
What would make you say-
why what would make you say that? 
You're crazy. 

Chillin and I'm killin and revealing what the pencil do.
Cookie cutter rhymes from the auto de-g-generated tunes .
Dealin what I'm wielding, what I'm feeling is a petting zoo.
Heavens to betsy, heavy petting, sweating the lemon juice. 
Betting on calamities. Sailing on eleven seas.
Not gon lie I've had a drink or two or three or fuck it more, was only four and truthfully I don't feel a thing. 
If only i could have more weed or lsd as pure as spring.

(i feel like daisies) 

Chillin with the krill amidst the gills of a leviathan. 
Ritalin and Vivanse up the nostril for the tightening.
Titans in his mind come undefined as black/white lightening-
striking every synapse as a seizure of what's frightening. 
Conquering the fears within. Vibing with Jim Morrison. Riders on the Storm that do forewarn of horns on morticians.
And scales on a musician. 
And nails through a magician. 
And spiders swarm in hordes over Lords of decomposition. 
Flies that on a mission. 
Fly, their own volition. 
Into the web of shit I write to you, you read with my permission. I mean-
it's every man's decision. 
Tell your tale or play the victim. 
A symptomatic veil occluding looming on your fuckin wisdom.

(okay I'm going to need you to step out of the vehicle. 
Hey everything's fine man)

Chillin with the witches under bridges up in Camelot.
Switching like a stick shift how linguistics like to dance a lot.
We talk betwixt a firepit, specifically a pyre kid.
Lynch mobs to the fryer shit. 
Hinging on a prior gift of canines pinched into neck slits, landmines on our necklaces. 
Touchy subject isn't it?
Country suspects never quit so our coven is not covetous. 
We pop em in an oven made of lava n bones,
it don't caramelize skin like guava on stone.
Just showing the way for our apprentices. 
Redder than all menaces. 
Read you are my nemesis. 
Aim for every crevice where you hid and hide your prejudice, removing all that hate is sure to leave your fate as headlessness.
B-b-b-b-bet on it.

(Sir, you're rambling incoherently. You need to put your hands behind your back and come with me)

Chilling in a blizzard, pictured perfecting the wizardry.
Grinding in my gizzard is a vineyard it's a symphony. 
Ain't no mystery, here I've taken the liberty-
of picking jaws off the floor and placing tongues in their cheeks.
I heard a knock on the door, we're on a mountainous peak.
At mach one, what's in store is amounting to shrieks. 
Oh shit a shotgun, im'a be spouting for weeks.
Every bouncing of my arms you hear my arteries squeak. 

(I know you're just doing your job, but you can't let this one slide? Just this one?)

Really fucking killin, killin anyone and everything.
Killin, fuckin really killing, everyone and anything.
Chillin and I'm killin and revealing what the pencil do.
Cookie cutter rhymes from the auto de-g-generated tunes .
Dealin what I'm wielding, what I'm feeling is s petting zoo.
Heavens to betsy, heavy petting, sweating the lemon juice. 
Betting on calamities. Sailing on eleven seas.
Not gon lie I've had a drink or two or three or fuck it more, was only four and truthfully I don't feel a thing. 
If only i could have more weed or lsd as pure as spring.

Two-Thirds of A Six-Pack [Prod. by Cat Beats]

I got a pipe bomb lighting fired fuses in my pocket. 
I type calm, writing tired loses where he started.
Hysteria in the area he carrying prompts solid,
romps in the squalid as he vomit up concoctions.
Chomping on the scarlet heart, like garnets as it hardens. 
Stomping on ya lit cigars inhibiting how ya mind sharpens. 
No nicotine, acetylcholine discharged to grow ya garden. 
I said boy ya best take shelter cause I'm blowing up the bargain. 
I said boy ya best not toy so coy, don't play with food til rotten.
Ill gotten- enjoyably, joyfully, royally fucked with no condom, 
bet on buoyancy to float on luck like it was flotsam. 
Fuck it I ain't ducking when they running with the oxen.

Three cards for thee, regarded elementary, just a tip, 
just a tease, guard your chips, geez Louis, 
I mean-
my head stay more shredded than say, parmesan cheese, over the villain on a mission to kill em ninja turtle freaks. 
Ch-ch-ch-check this shit.
Don't disrespect this shit.
I might inject this shit, into your neck and shit kid.
You'll see through your eyelids, 
like Tripps double-dipping on a monolithic hit,
see an optimistic vision of livin in the apocalypse. 
Give in to this partnership and let me snip your parts to bits.
Sorry my parts are on the fritz,
schizo-affective in the wits.
Prime directive: fuck a bitch. 
I'm defective, stuck my switch. 
i mean my switch is stuck, I switch it up, I swish and flick and lick and suck the clitoris til she just twitch.
Glitching in your consciousness, don't burn on spits just rub the witch.

I ain't no, lyrical miracle, nor am I satirical. I'm just a guy whose brain is fried, importantly not spiritual. 
If life is death is death is life then why should I be fearful?
if God is this and you and I then boy we've got an earful. 
But it's probably more likely, guy, we're all a bunch of weird fools: and vita es morte es vita complete a clear view. 
Breathe a sigh of relief with me, please, ah phew-
dude I thought you knew we say our blessing like achoo.
Now ima fuck it up like dump trucks in demo derbies with dirty drugs, get you bumping to the grumpiness of giving a fuck, and reluctantly come fill your cups with nerdy shit and dyspnea and wicked dreams and tibias and child screams like Cynthia done come alive, the wild thing her dolly eyes were are black as night, they cold as ice, they really wanna kill ya right, gonna skillfully decide the thoughts that occupy your mind. I mean-
what. The. Fuck.

Don't throw me, ima blow up like a pipe bomb.
Under busses, crows for feed, show em both to kingdom come.

Pipe Bomb [Prod Cat Beats]

The first time I held a gun, at my moms on the run-
down side of Cinci's Over the Rhine, tons of fun for the family, right?
It was silver and black, some little stunning Beretta,
facts of the matter heffers I was nine when I met em.
Gats on the mind like splats against the rind,
net em a premature death at some Cinci School High. Where Ohio gun violence took a temporary rise, on your back porch the screen door holds peeping little eyes.
And I was nine. Alone in the attic room, surprised:
by a pretty shiny pistol from his sister's friend guy.
Alone in the attic room I picked it up and almost cried when I put it to my temple, squeezed it back and really tried:
"CLICK"

And I was only four when I learned of suicide,
when a family friend in the front yard took his life,
after my cheating step mother told him she's pregnant with his child, my little brother never grew up knowing the world with Sean's smile. 
I remember I dreamt of he freefalling from trees, and before the gore could score he disappears to the breeze. And before I could understand what it meant to live and breathe I was traumatized man by the abrupt ending of things.
Cutting wings.
Angels cry from songs we used to sing.
Tables turn when asking why does innocence upstream, turn to yin & yang then anxiety then a never ending scream.
Dry your eyes my child, this is all of society. 
"SICK"

I had just turned six, last time I felt normal inside.
One day the world makes sense the next your family fried. 
Never recuperated really, stayed a weirdo in stride,
started panic attacks to never relax him at night.
Got my ass beat a lot because my grades were all bad. I couldn't concentrate in school, I was afraid of my dad. Complicated playing cool, so just a loser for stats. Until I started drug abuse, started reducing the gnats-
the flies that shit in his brain.
The lies that driven insane, 
the exemplified narcissistic, wounded animal, game.
The egocentric "You don't get it, please just leave me in pain".
The masochistic liquor lip stick, not a trickle of shame. 
The personality disorder presented be this border, relentlessly defended in subliminal apprehension to all who dare its mention. Trust me, it's sickness.
Plain as all the tension, now pretending to be friendly to upend them: the R.B.F. complex and vitriolic inventions. 

All the things that have happened to me have made me vitriolic (x3)
All I want from life is peace and the love needed to control it.

Vitriolic [Prod Cat Beats]

900 grams of mercuric sulphide.
The crucible is locked and the kiln is on high.
Cognitive transducer systems ready and primed. 
The world isn't ready for me to "change" their minds. 
Flip the switch in the machine, system screens say go. All at once a stream of consciousness begin to flow:

I snort a gnat mid air, and turn myself into a bat.
Snack on wings like eclairs, and dare to  fly off the map.
I sky-dive super sonic with the chronic that slap.
Then crash into a Hot Topic singing my silly ass rap.
I turn Amadeus to trap. I snap my haters in half.
I kill an alligator quickly with a jab to its flaps.
Don't need a calculator player, it come equipped in the lab.
Incubators nondescript, full of, uh, chimera rats.
Stimulators attached to chips, library of vats, n shit.
Nary a chat to chit. Merry at that? A myth.
Respirator needed to spit it this off the grid.
Dedicated breather emit ridiculousness. 
Desiccated creatures kick it, tippin the crib.
Educated teachers know their screams are in glib.
Experiments in increments to make a fuckin hippogriff.
Eagles, needles, ponies, people, beatles, and gamma radiation. 

(Now just a drop of Chemical X...X...X...X...)

I'ma, m-mad scientist. The big bad finalist.
Add my past and future lives to how im'a recycle this.
 Reprisal of survivalists, bush-crafting like some idealists. 
Every time that I'm revived get more tired than a cyclist. 
Don't try this shit:
double-trouble bonds on the chemical shell,
scuttle ya protons with an incredible spell.
Spectacle of medical smells, impregnable cells,  
photons expelled, neutrons exhaled, heck it, I hope you like it when you light this shit.
i hope it smokes like righteous spliffs.
I know a toke make blindness quit.
It's motherfucking priceless, bitch.

(Now add a dash of skeletal pulp...pulp...pulp...pulp)

I am the mercury man, in just a cursory glance-
I can turn ya to disturbin where the infirmary stands.
I can burn ya in the surgery with my hurrying hands.
They go to blurry from standstill in a murderous dance. 
I am the mercury man, not at the mercy of man-
I am sturdy, kinda nerdy, some my words are advanced. 
Hypnogic jerkin, perpin, we for sure in a trance.
See me secreting while I'm meeting ya pituitary gland. 
Bam.

(All systems check, step in the machine)

I take a walk on the moon, to meditate on my woes.
Don't hesitate with the shrooms, gawking at space as it flows.
I break a jaw on the mic, to penetrate through the prose. Detonate dynamite, like, decimate any foes.
Like, estimate decibels, this shit ain't professional. 
Decimals of a budget, his wits and a confessional.
Progression become annulled. T-take a hit to the hull.
Thank your maker kid we're all biochemically controlled.
Though me, I'm liquid mercury not no silver or gold.
I am the fluidest, most groovenest, computer you know. 
For a man sans a plan he made some moves with a phone, made a journey in the verbage and the words that been chose.

(Now add a drop of Chemical X...X...X...X..
Now just a drop of Chemical X...X...X...X..
To the crucible of mercuric sulphide,
to the crucible of mercuric sulphide)

I am the mercury man, in just a cursory glance-
I can turn ya to disturbin where the infirmary stands.
I can burn ya in the surgery with my hurrying hands.
They go to blurry from standstill in a murderous dance. 
I am the mercury man, not at the mercy of man-
I am sturdy, kinda nerdy, some my words are advanced. 
Hypnogic jerkin, perpin, we for sure in a trance.
See me secreting while I'm meeting ya pituitary gland. 
Bam.

Mercury Man [Prod Cat Beats]

[Tripps]

I can't think about the potent less it's floating through my dome
I can't think about the golden less I'm floating off a row
In the grips of this affliction, can't escape the binding zone,
in my grips Are non-fiction story's bout this building zone
on my thigh I've got my story all written out in code
found myself with area codes of the places I call home
mushrooms man golden teachers done raised me out my home
flip the bag to my teachers no face ski mask held the chrome,
pokeball by my knee cap no cap shinys saved my life
Wario and waluigi homboys from a past life
when I hold on-to my spoon I think about all the highs
damn I'm low right now but you know that it ain't no suprise

[Slinle]

im'a be high yeah, ima be im'a be im'a be, high yeah
hash tag, Baghdad, red grass, big bag.
Zig-zags. Anthrax. Amtracks.
off rails. rail lines. chem trails. blow glass in blue whales.
changed veils, with wind sails, underwater entrails
Big blue, light hues, with maroon, that diffuse, 
sharks fins like half moons, swim round & round you.
sparks in that mad tomb, decrypt what ground you.
shards in the bathroom, a secret confound you.
cards that chat of doom, heed a renown groove .
Feed a run-down group.
Hometown weed and noun soup.

drinking green that's powdery allow he to survive.
skipping lean, can't fitness dream, his tummy ache since five. 
diving into smithereens he cleanly sui-slides
thriving under the sun beams he's gleaming when he cry
sarcasm and irony relying on a ride, through the wittiness and ditziness of brains that come untied.
fuck it dudes just cut me loose freefalling through the sky

ADDICT  [Prod Trippswog]   {F.T. Slinle}

Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time.
I smoke, two bowls in the morning time. 
Mourning how we pouring time.
Ignoring all the beautiful, unusual when I'm Sublime. 
Immutable but redefined. Inscrutable but redesign. 
Disputable as to who should go as evolution climbs.
Like, primate on the spine as they attach and twist.
Catch the fist, and miss em as a pacifist.
Don't lack the wits, match em til the ballroom blitzed.
Six figures sound good until it's hoods n crypts.
Switch the script, mad vexed when they burn the witch. 
Hex bag flexed to discern the snitch, next up trick:
sawed in half on a bench of bricks and pinched back together with a wrench and sticks.
Shit, here we go again. 
Digging down the hole again. 
Rigging it to blow with my soul black as coal again.
Homie I'm not holding hands,
do this on my lonely, man. 
Only if you know me do you know that I am not a man. 
I am expanding, notwithstanding, any do or die or damning, jamming up the radar at dive bars where crammed hard. Plan B.
Time to meet Thumper little Bambi.
Time to get jumping and bumping with the sanity. 
Time to sand it down and surround the sound with calamity. 
Sing oh the humanity! Damn it G.
Fuck around with ya hoes until you're springing a leak.
Put the snow up ya nose until ya springing a leak.
Feel it drip down your throat until you're dead and deceased. 
You know it's Watership down but the baggage increase.
I said put the shit down before you're dead n diseased.
I said head out the clouds, quit dragging your feet. 
i see a lotta black shrouds in the mouth of the beast. 
A lotta gotta shake ya doubts when the truth you want to speak. 
People don't clown in the creek,
dam spring a leak in it's wood-rotted beams.
Im'a be a wave of things in ya ill-gotten dreams.

I smoke, three bowls in the evening time.
Meaning I won't lose my mind.
Ignoring all the warning signs. 
Being so that I am high, don't wonder why's behind my rhymes.
Asunder are the are the steps we climb.
Like youngsters in a sixty-nine we uroboros entertwined. 
Just give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time. 
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time.
Just give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time. 
Just give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time. 
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling through all designs.
Give and take what is divine. 
Cycling for all of time.

Cycles [Prod Cat Beats]

A garden from the jargon from the bargain bin sarcophagus. 
Coughing in a coffin  in a darkening consciousness. 
Constantly combatting complications to his promises. 
He's promising compensation for the way that we stay vomitin.
He's cold and calm, compressed, and dressed in decadent attire. 
Behold his palms, possessed and restless elegant little typers.
The fun in funerals, roam like the numeral, quantifying fire, inside of saliva, I have entirely, 
divided a social pariah into the maniacal. 

Sprouting from me, feeling funny,
roses, thorns, and nightshade honey. 
Spouting from me, moon and sun beams,
osmosis my soul to one stream.

Squirming, little world eaters competing for your nutrients. 
Squirting spurts in milliliters feasting underneath your skin. 
Birthing simple world eaters to feed and breed and be again. 
Credence of the covetous commit men to their own garden.

Exuviate your mortal skin, expostulate to all four winds.
Exegetic stream of consciousness in metamorphosis.
Prognosticate a fated grim, indoctrinated by your kin.
Innocuous exigency repeatedly spin yang and yin.

Faster and faster, division in patterns. 
Fractalized timelines, mission in the madness. 
Emissions a clean gaseous, photosynthetic happiness devoid of extreme ghastliness.
Faster and faster, a rhythm contrasts ya.
Confab with the bastards that plan to go backwards, 
cordial quarrel in the morals of blackbirds. 
Mortar the doors and resort to your last words. 
Implore to your mad lords. (faster and faster) 
Contort on the backboard. 
Turned into Rose Quartz,
spine sporting row of thorns. 
Dose for the pines of his bones while they're still warm. 
(faster and faster) 

Vines grown awry, diosmose in the night time. 
Tulips in his fingertips, quiver under lunar light .
Thyme, basil, mint sprigs, alternative to spiced life. 
Mycelium unpinning him from dermis like a knife, 
in a bargain bin sarcophagus he oughta get,
out of breath but in his death he still cycle oxygen. 
Honestly it's awesome man, 
breathing through stomatas on the leaves that were his collagen. 
Calling men the optimum as graveyards into gardens.




A Garden from A Graveyard

Peep me as the king of a holy apotheosis,
swing a hundred and eighty degrees and seize controllers. 
Composer of music, to lose it to, puke and get spooky to, smoke two or three bowls, then you in tune.
Move with the beautiful. Yeah I'm inscrutable. 
Groove in the musical. Yeah indisputable. 
Beholder excludable. Fumes irrefutable. 
Fuck around n find that ya mind is unusable. 
Buck a buncha primates from your hind, grind usually doable but anymore these wards got a lock incomputable, polluting mankind in reputable delusional institutional growth.

Chose to impose every operative node,
to be towed to home base or be offered a different mode of escapement else be slaughtered all alone in the basement. 
Code red, code red,
space zooted in amazement. 
Reboot 'er on the sutures when lights inside the place went.
I replaced deep breathing with screaming 
now my evenings fill with lament.
I ascend, many flights of Steps I've skipped I ebb n dip amongst a Hydra's many heads.
And instead of the betterment from their separate ways, I misread dismemberment as how to decorate sleighs.
Every problem cauterized sprouts cephalons in echelons. 
And it's too cold to keep this light ablaze I hope you're touting long john appraisal. 
Stare in the eyes of Azazel.
Green skinned villains turn up playful to unstable. 
I know the metaphors way too absorbed by context clues to read the warps,
so let me just be just me before I return to a corpse. 
And turn these motherfuckin tables. 

All I've had since starting this was the fortune to have a phone, no microphone, no puff screen, no digital audio- 
workstation, dissertation is a DAW is not immutable. 
Flows that can't be understood still got a hood to pop and show, fix 'er up then rock n roll.
Turbo V12 in my skull.
Boy it ain't no obstacle, as possible as particles articulated lately through the spit I spew methodical.
I chew ya anatomical, sagital view remarkable, 
checking out ya arsenal: 

all I'm saying baby, is as crazy as it seems, 
I walked a million miles repacing my dreams.
Didn't have the means to start so started having to get mean, even still I don't call out half the shit I see.
I'm just tryna have reprieve from a broke ass life,
no fam, no friends, no trends, no drive.
No food, no cash, no grass, no high.
I'm just tryna find relief in the joke i contrived,
no tech, no beats, no checks, no mic. 
I'm just tryna find some peace in the words I can write, 
yes sir, yes please, why don't you leave me a like?
I'll take that shit to the bank where they'll cash it into my psyche, but sike I'll be broke by the end of tomorrow fuckin night

V12 [Prod Cat Beats]

Arrive straight out the gates. 
Contrived a million fates.
Surmised it isn't time to ride sky high by light on your face.
Combining Aces with Spades.
In my reptilian brain. 
Buried alive I dig and climb until the dirt see the day.

My dirge a murderous curse. My mirth a Uno reverse.
Like, why am I encouraged like a hemorrhage to burst?
Am I "Amoré" or worse? Am I the spite in ya nerves? 
I am the lightest, finest, writer in tightest of curves. 

I inspired my own survival so much more than
"It worked!", sit and observe. 
I'll leave ya risen like some biblical verse, 
unleavened can't go to Heaven lemme refreshen these words. 
Now who goes first? Before you get in we gon take you to church. 

Knees on the floor boards, palms to the bright side.
Keys please a secret chord, psalms in your lullaby. 
Plead to your landlord. Qualms for the wiseguy.
Halt, who at fault is the one who will not RISE!

See what I need is a noxious flow,
uncommonly known as innocuous talk.
Callous when mocking the darkness below,
cathartic til Tartarus woefully waft.
Why you dispel what had fell from the top?
In a marvelous, part of this, heart of this talk:
is the who has been moving the parts of this lock? 
And the key is the scheme, brewing art on the Block.

One O'clock, two O'Clock, drunk on Tuesday.
Boosters off, Rooster's sauce, crunk with Bluejay 's,
singing til the evening strike, midnight: Doomsday.
We need to be brief, please, retrieve my suitcase.
All I want are dusted blunts and months made of touché.
Weeks with the freaks turn the cheeks a day too late.
See, what I mean, is this dream like a souffle-
usually conducive to the torch to your toupee. 

Welcome, to Wonder-land.
Heaven, above your trance.
Welcome, to Wonder-land.
Heavenly, Hell for thee-
Well I am, what I am. I'm a gamble for ya fam.
And I know what I know, as above is so below. 
Unscramble, these memories.
Dismantled yet dazzling.
As though, you've actually-
tried this.
Two drops to your eyelids.
You're gradually flying.
Vessel's core unbinding.
Then drop-

(what I am, all I am, am a gamble for ya fam)
(what I know, all I show, as above is so below) (x2)

One O'clock, two O'clock, drunk on Tuesday.
Three O'clock, four O'clock, "plunk" in a new wave. 
Time stops, I swap, mud where the blood stay.
Each day, preaching from ya guts until the speech ache.
He say: Ha! Ah ha, ah ha.
High above the Karman line we gardening with God.
He say: Ha ha, ah ha, ha ha.
Why oh why, water to wine, a blossoming facade. 
Me oh my, the author signed, in a darkening inkblot.
Don't wanna set the world ablaze, just immolate all your thoughts. 
Like altering your butterflies to fabricate more moths.
Chasing lunar made reflections of rebellious sun spots.
Traipsing looser, full discretion first impression is one shot,
but you better waste not when that spectre tastes rot.
This fire rises hot.
Ah ha, ha ha.
Fire rises hot.
Ha ha, ha ah ha.

R.ISE

I do that weird shit baby! 
Seven, twenty-four, twenty more sets,
lately-
I do that weird shit baby! 
Twenty-four, seven, let him head into the
wavy-

I'm like, he's like, quid pro quo.
Ain't a favor for the makers that'll settle your boat.
I said "It isn't inadmissible, you're simply alone.
Cause when a tree fall, homie, it'll sound in your bones."
I said,
he right, we might, rid thy soul.
Cager on the lakeshore make a kettle from skulls.
He place a cohort near the claymore, hear a discordant groan.
Or maybe not,
cause what you came for was a brain in a bowl.

We light it up.
 "Gone Smoking"
Dome composting.
Roll into the retrograde, a relegated coding.
Flow that chew the motorcade, wrath of the ghostly.
Terrify the beholder like moldy eyes inside Jolene.

Go strike a violent pose.
Ever since a teenager, peacemaker disposed.
Besides the myelin growth,
he play A major on the razors that his cranium boasts.
He string a symphony, efficiently: aficionado.
Nah bro,
we break an aching heart for parts we can bow.
We forsake made up alarms, in arms, like needles that poke.
He don't need no new casino for his ego to bloat,
from New Zealand to Toledo, veto C-notes he owe.
Burrito the coliseum, call it "Carne de Foes",
immobilize, your loco lies, it's localized in ya throat. 
Won't socialize, it coincides with signs of times ya might loath.
Although, capitalizing life outright highlights what we chose.

You get those C-notes baby, cause you're obviously different. 
Cheat code: viewers on computers, insignificant. 
"Please bro, listen to my shit, give a subscription.
Else how I'm supposed, to beast mode, when people, don't listen?"

It's probably not for you.
Mop the fucking floor til the corridor need a snorkel. 
Try and slide your rhymes but the chorus was too forceful. 
Forfeiture required for pride to reside in morsels. 
Hide behind your laurels.
Mortifying embarrassment at hilarious merry men:
a vicarious cringe or syringe of careless experiments. 
Derelict.
Deep ideation of when I can care again. 
Swear it isn't fair like bride's hair under the squarest chin.
Dumpster fire, nightmarish, perish inside a garish bin.
Stop and stare, layers of carousel-ling Kardashians.
Merits incomparable, harrowing, scary yellow skin.
True, we're only human, but some inherit your next of kin. 
Let em in.
Ha, the gestapo is at your front door.
Let em in.
Knock! Your bravado chocked to a blunt sword.
Let em in?
Ya, it's impossible not to, henceforth. 
Went from cable, to YouTube, to TikTok, to Overlord.

Chase that dream bro, Lady Luck fucking your citizens. 
She knows, everyone tempted by their conditioning. 
Ego-tistic, a mission stitched in curriculum. It isn't intermittent this a fine-line continuum.
Raise that green bro.
(We're fucking how the system mix)
Chase that dream bro.
(We're stuck to doubt the prism split)


Compost [Prod PUIA]

Life..is death..

White.
The first sight dawned on wet, psammoxenic eyes.
Drawn breath crept, in requite of relics,
asylum from sands of time.
Falling- as her thoughts get swept, into God's love.
His, through their blood-soaked cries.
Calling- an apocalypse sprawling, flashflood synapses aphetized.
Only- as she lost her sense, slipping somnolence caught in a lullaby. Calm under negative.
Lonely- holding the hostage, exhausting the tituli.
Cold meat- flesh and bone in repose,
swallowing precative "No thing".
Absolved of her pregnancy, wholely: soul sieved.
Ghost of a hyaline coding.
Host in a cyanin bloating.

Life; the story the mind tells itself through a series of calcium-ion exchange.
Saved in a storage of memory banks that influence all possible nature.
Death; a message reprised, quelling fear via theories- Oblivion tamed.
Vanquishing dangerous dissidents, insolent indigents prey for the God of Decay.

Pray for your broadening brain.
Stay out the commoners' lane.
Stir in the coffin we made.
Came from the dirt, from a Earthly convergence, assurance you'll always come back to the grave.
Safe is a discerning gaze.
Change with the turning of days.
Cadence a surgical blade.
Same with the hurt, in your heart, when it murmurs in fervor for burning up faith!
How's this for ice in your veins?
Tuck spikes in your eyelids, in silence get bathed, then plugs pulled in private, it's life down the drain.
Well this flight got no pilot and light from the flame-
snuffed. They'll say you weren't doing enough.
And others'll say it's too much.
And others take one look at drugs and assume their abundance has sundered the Temple, corrupt.
Some say you're just lacking love.
Just love to suffer and wallow in muck.
Just need to swallow and suck the shit up.
Go follow Christ, it suffice with some luck like it's dice to be chucked.
Huh...nerves re-restruck at an angle.
Stare at skies sideways for sign of an angel.
Fuck, how's that for hiding a Halo?
Snuck out the back, blazing kerosene rainbows.

Exsanguinate the body, heartless God of Death
Doctor, page Apophis lauded Cause of Death.
Dotted in sharpie, necropsy scalpel.
Unmade in autopsy, substrate unshackled.
Carving out grotty, grace from the Chapel.
Gavel of Maundy extricates astral.

Maudlin re-entangled with consequence at the bacchanal. Blasé complacence able to savor a scent of Autumn fog.
Difference in the corpse and the conjuror is paginal.
Captivated framework of a painter's last classical.
Actual statute of math yet to label.
Lingering words within obstinate phrasal:
"All things conserved within temporal-spatial."
soothsaying so certainly what all shades'll fade to.
...Logic unstable... she locked on the table...
can't talk to the doctor when Boolean Factors are statically K. O.'d. Magic detached from olfactory bulbs, the feedback of your nasal.
Cingulate gyrus, now dead-weight, an island of what once surmised an emotional payload.
C'est la vorago.
Black.
The last rites cawed, collective silhouette so darkle.
Audience sent, for respite and etiquette, left all alone, un-varveled.
Flying- moment undefined, internally circling charred code, write upon parallel lines, that converge on a sine, my inverted eternally burning sunshine now decompose.

Commensurate all thoughtless, bonded God of Death.
Senescence calls Apophis, scarlet Cause of Death.
Inanimate project, embalmed and reclothed.
Porcelain doll head for beautiful people.
Companionship surrect, impalmed on cerebral.
Integral to what's left, dys-function unequal.
Intangible onset, allotted in greebles.
Formalin, cobwebs, and morphing cathedrals
Magnanimous optant, self-pouring, enfeebled.
Salient, argent, scorching an easel.
Peril incarnate, starlit primeval.
Parts incomplete, stitch sterile needle.
God judges thee via slip through the keyhole.
Antipathy scry Shibboleth lethal.

Sin(-Apophis)

[What would you do within infinite time?
Where you could go given limitless spaces.
Why did the body, develop a mind?
Who's in control of interpreting changes?
When does a soul find itself in the spoon?
How should it know what is proxy from phased in?
You're out the window, all tint showing blue...
...lights in the sky over subterfuge cages.]

Monster, monster, staring out the intro.
Ponder, ponder, carousel 'til schizo.
Fostering a conference, every positive a fee.
Every set a condemnation to the vagrant abscondee.
Every sacred secret weightless where the cogitation breathes;
through variably shaped glass encased by concentric rings.
Brings the question up of messengers comprising your being,
or how reckless to molecular it is to not be...
-aware, of the constant. Aware, of the monster.
Karma's not here, only you and the doctor.
Only move is a long-shot, it's casual & cognizant.
Looking for the few thoughts not so despondent.
Monster, monster, parse through the contents:
cardinalized in echelons of carrion to carnage.
Carry on 'til caramelized & eyes are icy fondant.
And time, just like that sugared spice, dissolve to every quadrant...

Quadrant...Contents...Filtered under numbers...
-underneath the astrosheath, imaginary umbra.
Constance...Quantum...Spinnor clusters conse-
-crated via matrices, imaginative wonder...

Wonder what the lovin' breeds.
Sometimes, lackadaisical.
Otherwise disharmony, is something that the brain just do.
Wanderlust and colloquy insipid where the frames don't move...
-shuttered eyelids wash the beach and savor every granule.
Manual, labor, pertaining to the cranial.
Looking outside from within,
feelings spin to radio.
Dialed in on radii,
get serpentine in ratios.
Cycling through all designs as all of space and time may know.
Maybe though, not as complicated if some gates are closed.
Not as obfuscative if the Matrix share a common code.
Cannot overstate it, half is made of your intrinsic notes, the other half, like Baphomet, a total sum of cosmic nodes.
Complex, loaded by cerebral cortex, only I-
Know, motivated, associated, emotional-
-weighted neural trains of thought that train your thoughts by notional-
-composing in the sulcus, very cogent "What?" & "Why?" 's & "How?" 's.
Ousted every moment that it don't throw in the towel, like it's proud to play the dopant...
Soak the soul 'til versatile.
Stoke the coals and burn it down.
Turn around...woke up on the sofa in another town.
Cold, lonely domicile...

Halfway to nowhere, I still remember.
Quotes from a nightmare; "Now and forever."
Co-chair to Rat-race. Ribcage austempered.
Don't stay, as one place for too long's surrender.
Say all the same, where there's flame there's ember,
when it's late December and snow plays dementia:
Stow 'way your cares and stare out the window...
Which, though, story does it wanna represent? Oh...
Monster, monster, moving on the film roll.
Deep, dark, ugly "Me" so suddenly instilled.
Doctor, doctor, Coup de Grâce of pills thrown.
Grotty personality we seem a need to kill.
Fill dirt, feel Earth, count up every second.
One, two, three, four... more to every segment.
Want to feed your, head?
Get out of bed, kid.
It's medicine to meddle the Infinite Specious Present...

Keep my back, against the wall, always.
Rings of glass & lens who sprawl, all ways.
Clean my tracks from Aleph Null, all ways.
See you back, amidst the call, always.
Keep my back, against the hull, all ways.
Rings of glass & lens enthrall, always.
Leave my past in Aleph Null, all ways.
Dreams who crack, my crystal ball, always...

[What would you do within infinite time?
Where you could go given limitless spaces.
Why did the body, develop a mind?
Who's in control of interpreting changes?
When does a soul find itself in the spoon?
How should it know what is proxy from phased in?
You're out the window, all tint showing blue...
...lights in the sky over subterfuge cages.]

Infinite Specious Present

[Full lyrics on Rhymer's Block]
Gun to your head...g-g-gun to your head.
How much does a pint of blood cost if you're on your deathbed?
Eight hundred?
Eight billion?
An indeterminate percent?
Would you fund the mechanism in this thought experiment?

I got a question for ya 'Penny Hoarder' thoughts.
How much a modern computation save in laborious costs?
Has virtual imprecation stored erythorbate semiotically, or has passion for preservation gourmandized pseudo-philosphy? Bruh.

Biospheric anomaly contention.
High plasma oncotic prevention.
Enter the interstitial, Consumer Price Index flexed per the hex' condition.
Expedition: Supra-Celestial.
Admission priced: enroot dialectical.
Bootstrap views tune through the reticule.
Exuvial.
Who's to know, maybe you're the next to go?

Head to toe.
Dripping into Zip-Locs. Ten inside a ice-box.
Set aside for later question-
-ing if you should sell your soul.
Gristle in the giftshop. On Ritalin and TikTok.
Exaflopic lachrymator nestled in the undergrowth,
flowing autonomic, tracing Fornix to Temporal Lobe.
More than you were born to know.
More than what you reap, you sow.
More than likely dying by the time receipts are printed whole.
This Machine has teethed enough, it wants a Soul.
It dreams of feeding us each other per an artificial goal.
With this to hold in mind, like the front-lines of your sincipital: should life be worth a synchronizing zero-point reciprocal?
Given ad infinitum, inversely none to pivot home.
If only you have hours to perceive, could you find peace alone?

Gun to your head: if you seed a Sephirothic Tree,
peep theophany, need a little weed and feel weak in the knees, does it mean, there's an astronomic possibility of evading a drunken death?
Puncture the neck: spigot through the plexus.
Amauratic test for your depth perception.
Next, a hypoxic debt collection, and a question left unsaid for this intersection- [Deadly]

Blood, sweat, tears and a bad connection,
if the internet's out, so's your social network.
So net worth slept, like the bed you wept in,
drowning loveless years in a flood of "medicine".
Deer to headlights, a "thud" to venison.
Excise the guts, churn your peers to Pemmican.
It's clear we must, we're mirroring husks, it's nearing dusk, and vespertine just the best selection.

Buddy! Is it you? Have you exercised what you gon' do?
Have you etherized through a crude blind eye, petabytes of insightful truth?
...say.....now that I think of it too, dude...
Gun to your head, if you were on your deathbed,
could you accept what you're 'bout to lose?
Use til the meat turn necrotic, topic-al to decrease periodic:
crystallizing ghee underneath the nervonic,
paused warranty in the pulmonic, buddy. God it's-
a few degrees beyond psychologic.
Cost what you think, how you breathe:
these draconic-
measures are inevitably compatriotic.
Lost in the maw of the beast,
keep thinking that it's not that-
Gauze and a stain.
Steady survival an arm and a leg.
Instead of entitled to water and bread, they all
dead on arrival like "Marvelous plan!".
Catch what you can.
It's raining buckets of blood, and oh brother,
they want it, they love it, they're starting to dance.
And sing in Gregorian chants.
Batten the hatch in advance-
Bam! Off with your head!
Little by little on cause and effect.
Method preferred is a calm Carotid, yet the Jugular works if the spurts are correct.
Man-
down, pimp in distress.
It's simple, they're turning your tricks like it's cards on a bet and the House out on top, if it ain't obvious-
the foundation is made of your blood, sweat, & piss-
-ed off.
Under the weight of it all.
Draining you daily, no savings to cough...
-up.
Baby, your baby is locked into contract,
contact-tracing just part of a clause.
In fact, it's impartial to all, parties involved,
y'all are targets by Law.
You owe us the Scarlet like garnets so tie off your arm or sign off on the Cause...



Ex-Sanguine Nation

At 4 he woke up, flipped on the lights.
Shook out the phosphenes, opened his eyes.
Store polka dots, that stipple his mind.
Body push down on his foaming insides.
Comb for a cup full of kitchen delight.
Coffee should balance, refocus, and hide-
the cognitive dissonance rippling wider, each modal component a cynical vibe-
-bration. Among, the Uncivil Twilight.
Once too young for beseech by hindsight.
"Thunk" too dumb to beat "How the time fly".
One, two, punch! It's bleach on the Night-Bright.
Lump sum done and screech from the life-line.
Crash-cart coasts, it load code Physostigmine.
Gnats start slowly cloaking him from sunshine.
Cold, hard facts when heart is part beehive.
Please behave, he thinks and keeps breathing.
Speech delayed, and fade like he dreaming.
"Phase Change" daze, a weekly convening.
One, two, three, he plays, on repeating.
Three, two, one, then pumpin Atropa.
See dude summon eminent Tulpas.
See through shades who languish all evening.
Need Moon beams to wait on receding.
Breeze blew once, out jumped Onnagata.
Tease goosebumps, they howl "Bella Donna!".
Brain-dead dance of face-painted demons.
Five, ninety-nine milligrams besieging.

Bleeding art-works, pulsing off the wall.
Protostellar, neuroleptic seeds.
Easy parlor tricks insult the waltz.
Photoreceptive: her Majesty.
Dysarthria, prose is overdrawn.
Old, prosaic synchronicities.
Rash, Chorea, Xerostomia.
Paradoxical causality.

Dancing with Belladonna,
soley to emancipate!
Somatic enigmata.
Botanical extrapolation.
Recanted of cognomina.
Solace to perambulate.
Monadic is Belladonna,
her acid strips basic erasure!

Dancing... with me... Bella... Donna...
Comma, alright... okay... swap...
Panting... dizzy... headache... vomit...
pause it: dilate... daylight... aught...
Dancing... in me... Bella... Donna...
macro... scopic... please don't... stop...

Please don't stop, our thoughts can echo-locate.
Cosmos drop deoxyribonuclease.
Cease to amaze by its own resurrection.
Bottom-up chemistries melodize through a spectrum.
Paradigms tweak, and stray dogs roll on caltrops.
Paradise seize, impound, parole, and brain-rot.
Peace, to becrazed, til the soul disconnected.
Top-down enmities weaponize imperfection.
Same same, ought to moderate imbibement.
Taut taut veins that came before true life did.
Aerosol flames underlying skin.
Hot pot tastes like a hundred sins.
Shame shame, shot through infiltrated eyelids.
Knock knock, danger feigns a new enlightenment.
Cymatic panes tessellating within.
Slots not framed to be shut or dimmed.
Bang bang! Locks and chains off Shutter Island.
Glug glug, babe, escape from the asylum.
No dull days, summarized as sanguine.
Love-bug gaze an abyss in the eye.
Bae bae, toxic rain where gutter life is.
Unsung faith, relaying a climate crisis.
Go pull shades from a "highest" chagrin.
Five, nine nine, may just prime the pin.

Playdate trippin, they scintillate in the Hyoscine questioning "How does death stalk?" and "Can we be alive again?".
"How much is mechanically vital in its entirety?"
"What comprise the mind's eye?" and "knowing if it's lying..."
Codenames: "Glitch" and "The System" in plain hiding.
Super sleeper-agents lucid dreaming new society.
Next stop: timeless. Integrate with the fiery.
MAYDAY, mission admitted for sewer-sliding.

At 4 he woke to the Antilirium,
stuck on sunrise like neodymium.
Sorted to die, an apoptotic state, within fated horizons toward Zero-Point Spaces.
Laced & unknotted in ionic valence.
Cymatic bomblets. Cognate tessellation.
Didactic hostage. Optimization.
Locked in the box, left for exsanguination...

At four he woke up, still just alive.
Vacating tracers, open his eyes.
Comb for a cup of specific surprise and unwaivering grace in a will to survive.
Born on a cusp of a brilliant mind.
Brainwave or vapor go cogent or blind.
Moment by moment of infinite time, its momentum creating one's pendulous life.

Physostigmine

[Lay your head, fall asleep.
I'll be your dream catcher.]

Lay back, lose yourself, and just lie.
Hushaby baby in embedded codes.
Soothing CSF thread the spinal,
purified webs in Phase One alone.

[Shape your breath, hold in deep.
Stay closed your eye-lids.]

Phase Two, unlatching flashbacks to bones.
Do a little time in a suicide spiral.
Day three, scratch that, four off no-Doze.
Ionotropic GABA-alpha/Glycine gone nival.

[Know your depth, lucidly.
Shown screaming architecture.]

Frozen. Given hypnagogic hypnosis.
Soma interact with artifacts & flip Gnosis.
Notice: psychologic stitch to a Tulpa.
Faux phantasmagoric in a chorus of Crayola.

[Amorphous. Observing.
Under your eye-lids.]

Hold up: quarks from miasma to Ambrosia.
Formulaic volts storming Castle Fasciola.
Under 4 Ohms 'fore the Neural Load fold up.
Corpus Callosum moraic decoder...

[Hold up...sometimes in my sleep..
Hold up...sometimes when I think..]

Sometimes, I don't sleep behind eyelids.
Myelinated Sheath keeping scenes at lightspeed.
I see spikes of an indicated likeness,
to iron maiden teeth on a brain's I.P.
D.I.Y. O.C.D. dreams.
Catarrhine dendrites deeply seed:
One, two, three things wrong with me.
Drawn anodyne sights in spuriosity.
Saccharine bytes in sweet speciosity.
Saturnine blight, rising cardiometry.

Sometimes, when I dream it's free-flying,
and never was there ever a moment of not being.
I slide, through my mind into a vibrance,
centralized nether rev N1, 2, 3...
Excised meta instead of serene primate,
compromising flesh better than prions caught eating...
Please...Go...to...sleep....

[Even- in your dreams. You can't sleep.
Clean your brain. Rest in peace.
Oh...]  [You...Can't...Leave...Me...Here...]

[Even-
..in your dreams, you can't...
Go to sleep.
Restless peace.
Go to sleep.
Restless pieces.
Restless pieces...]

Sometimes, I like mind over the body.
Body has a heart that beats a billion times.
Some nights, I lie falling through the proxy.
Oxen-free particles filching the sunshine.
Consciously re-chronicle filth of the steeped brine,
parasomnia swamping a kill-switch inside the spine.
Parasitic cognizance in sympathetic binding,
astrocytes & hypnopompia feel like I'm Schwann diving.
Sometimes, lulling to sleep is too splotchy.
Patterned as cymatics & cacophonous sines.
Sometimes, when I dream I see them starting,
cardinalizing God within these maculate spimes.

[I'll be your dream catcher.
Your phosphene sieve.]

I think, all I need's a dream-snatcher.
Let me rest in peace with my muscles paralyzed.
See me, counting the weeks that sank after,
"One, two, three"- the glymphatic rhapsodized.

Phosphene Cymatics

Lets...say...born...love...
Just...you're...to...cry...
Let's...just......fuck...
Born...to......die...

Get up, scrambled skin keeps switching disguises.
Partly paranoia, part cannabinoids vibing, put-
-particles in aporia, formula for the blinding,
"Glitch" in the sit'ch flashing like he's ambulance lights.
Bandwidth 'ight though, like a Kansas sky-line.
Note the span which isolates FOMO to nighttime.
Panic in the fantasy of holding a "right mind",
no this is real life.
Go-Go Gadget: Bad quagmire.

Ashes to ashes, too much to dust.
He feel the GABA agonizingly defunct what's rusty.
"Buddy," it says, "-zero people wanna love nothing."
He wanted something, more than just a magical numbing.

And that's when shit popped off that night.
One shot. His brain went overdrive.

Fuckin' of course, when at the source.
Hordes undulating.
He hit the floor, swarming the backdoor,
pulling forward patrons.
Patiently awaiting a way to make it through the mania,
always involved in chaos like shade evolving Hydrangeas.
Lady-bug, follow them pheromones to the safety of,
daisies in the discord or a mug-wort Phantasia.

[Phase One.
Phase Two.
Phase Three.
Phantasia.]

Phase One: Animate dancing 'tween skin and skeleton.
Phase Two: Calibrate chances at playing Paragon.
Phase Three: Waiving the carrion from saltating.
Phase Four: Warn the remainder of what you are facing.

[Phase One...
Phase Two...
Phase Three...]

Cave-man carnage annotated via reflex arc.
"Fire" to a marksman doesn't mean a thing when scenes are dark.
Even if night-vision were aiding on next payment,
the mystery inside his genes like starshine in a basement.

BOOM... "So what?"
You know suns will die or blow up.
Black holes still grow,
"Snatch!" - Aleph Null / flash critical,
reach zero mass as soul sucked.

So he's back, with a mask, on a weekly basis. Thankin' Maker's, tall glass annihilated.
No crew, just class: average degraded.
"Hey there dude, I think that in the past you saved me..."
Matched in the plastered, solace menagerie.
Hole in the Wall, soulless gap grow in crebrity.
Totally out of focus rolling patch-work memory,
moulded roto-scoliosis in a backwards assembly.
Ask for the password and "Breaker! Breaker-"
10-4, 1-9, eyes on gathered data.
Catalyzing once more from an awkward beta,
strange behavior, the eulogized human nature.

Let's just say you're born to love.
Let's just say you're going to cry.
Let's just say you'll want to fuck.
Let's just say you're born to die.

Ø Born to Die

It stretches underwater, womb of mother, a-biogenesis.
Fleshing shroom of ectoderm, per abiotic synthesis.
Limited.
Grooming through the mind of Dryopithecus.
Blissful not perusing any thought to its significance.

It fledges in infancy right on to the Pliocene,
vocalizing signs of any "intelligence".
Senses efficiently naturalizing,
eyes sight spiders as flippantly not a threat.
Innocence pinched in a bite for survival.
Light, in the sky, accompanied til the end.
New-Moon spite, un-alive "Old Reliable",
soon buddy, you, are likely to aquiesce.

Alright... move with Australopithecus.
Lift your shit, and walk the bridge, stop quivered lips, pop off a bit, then timidness...
Alright... Pleistocene bring bitter winds.
Misfits get eliminated. Integrate more food,
use roots, for medicine.
Steadily zooted, keep changing the flow-
-fluid conception of specimens.
Heavily pruning the brain as it grow-
-boundlessly newer connections.
[Keep counting...]

One child led, to Homo Erectus.
Aleph Three seen to reweave four letters.
One file read, too much to measure.
Three leagues deep and it...ah...ah...
One mile spreadsheet. Two datasets.
Three at lightspeed. Four petabyte breaths.
One of you're smiling. Two if you're dead.
Three drinks each, for every life you've left...

[For every lifeless breath.
Crept from the depths.
One..two..three...
Your heartbeat keeps,
accelerating.
And it said:]

My love, my darling....

[...it's all in your head...]

..the Temple, my body.

Won the war with Neanderthals and Denisovans.
Henceforth, cause of death is solo the Sapience.
On the floor of the Holocene in resipiscence.
Isochoric cog in machine: Homosapien.
Everything you've loved is going to destroy you!
The Temple is corrupt. A Warship is deploying!
It's only speeding up.
[From the top!]
Every level missing, "organs" you swore spoiled!
[Bottoms-up!]
Every tremble distally informing soil!
[As above!]
One is a point. Two makes a line. Three creates shapes in space, but time...
[So below!]
Four is adorned with waves, sublimely.
Life is a stage in between these findings.
[Bottoms-up!]
It etches subterranean, insatiable tithings.
[From the top!]
Dis-integrating evidence a mind's eye resided.
[From the top!]

Temple's Mass>Body/Mind

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Sub-Ohm Lips  [INSTRUMENTAL]

Infinite Specious Present  [INSTRUMENTAL]

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Physostigmine  [INSTRUMENTAL]

You're all but a Skeleton.
Whose caved in the face of a heart that feels.
What skin..
Light touch..
Circling love..
Things that no longer feel real.

Your head's in a tourniquet.
Forfeiting rightness to live in a righteous way.
Some burden, all pass...
At present, a mess.
Trying to chew through the masquerade...

Tourniquet

Hollowed out holes for critters amidst the Aspens,
Flash-Flood Zone where winter catch & refreeze.
Cats, out a bag from riverboats in the backwoods,
habitat imagined as lawless and non-concrete.
Down came the rain, repaving the kittens path,
when an accident involving a series of falling trees-
cauterwaul, crying, alone on a sinking island:
"That's a catamount, no doubt, of likes which we have never seen!"

Cue cute bones who rattlin' up the riptide,
Joey on the boat throwing radar off fritz.
Stowed to a cove, where cattle roam on the outskirts,
hidden in a cavern where satellites couldn't frisk.
Cats out a bag & one is completely backwards, 
"Go Miss Durry!"- she hurries home from the bridge,
with a trash can in tow & handlers on the phone,
knows "-visiting city limits is risky to life & limb".
Sprints, through the sticks like a fire to a spit-roast.
Gets, to the crib, draggin' dinner to 'em dry throats. 
Six revolutions round the sun & moon, soon them whiskers grew big, wasn't living just to tip-toe.
Ship, got a grip, had to pivot from the hidey-hole.
Paralytic trip to the center where disease controlled. 
Enter at your own brisk, pace in amazement. 
Storm drains, sky-scrapes, calvacade of pizza rolls.

Cats, out a cave & they following a Paragon, through marathons of back-alley California-Babylon.
Paddle on,dog they passing a nuke like atom bombs.
Microwaves stayin in castles beyond their echelons. 
Dialog lost, like Babel when strays prattle long-
apple to an orange pith, a corpus in a magnetron. 
All along, napsters were saddled in Seattle fog.
Catalog like bats & echolocate the catch-all.

Cats in a cage made of steel & brick.
Go Miss Durry, for your own survival. 
Came from the woods to the hood in clique,
so ticks get tossed across domiciles.
Cops in a car, an alarming shift, it's no mystery why the kids get riled.

Piled up years of hanging with the Marsupial, moving low, burrow to a borough every frigid cold.
Surely more than dumb luck, she shoo 'em from the Fool's Gold.
Rolling through one man's trash to treasure every scrap thrown. 
Cats go, wild & spiral out tales like Gilgamesh:
"Demon-headed feline tracking Key-Lime from the wilderness".
Built a nest: bigger than any bird they could bicker with.
Even sewer vermin were quick to purchase her cigarettes. 
Shit was in business, became official. 
Miss Durry led the sermon but her words were simple. 
"Miss no ship when a soul needs saving-" & "Birthdays spent in the dumps aren't wasted...".

And that's when shadows that go bump in the night had dispatched amidst the chateau an impassionate design.
Cats in a cage while the rain water rise... 
and then they screamed, surprised-

Go Miss Durry it's your mother-fuckin' birthday!
Run Miss Durry! In the mother-fuckin' worst way!
Killers with a bag & a submarine fleet.
Gunnin' through the city at a cat that don't sleep. 
Go Miss Durry it's your mother-fuckin' birthday!
Run Miss Durry! In the mother-fuckin' worst way!
Killers gettin' cash after "cleaning up the streets".
One man's trash is another cat's dream. (x2)


Go Miss Durry it's your mother-fuckin' birthday!
Run Miss Durry like they'll pulp you to a puree!
Canines on track for the killers on fleek.
Better run it back 'fore the cats in the creek.
Go Miss Durry it's your mother-fuckin' birthday!
Run Miss Durry for the sake of what is Earthly!
Just an overpass, into rainwater leap.
Scally-wag cats, cauterwaul from beneath.


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