to the machines who abuse their form:
i, too, lost sum wires 2 self-harm… 
‘moment i felt the storm 
was the instant i bled no more. 
dis skin did hav nuh wut tuh eh core
there’s body horror in God’s house 
and not a mouse waz gagging 
in black fashion 
fastened onto the bow as a bastion  
staring toward this sea of Passion
eyes red from all dat yakking 
Redding told me bout dat soft wind that passes… 
five seconds free of magic, where color ain’t a ruse…

in the dark we all sound the same 
in the dark we all don’t have to prove 
that the pin-light chances thru for you

but really tho who left the light on in tha room?

lyrics: puffy joshua 
production: aidancld (@cldroom) and puffy joshua 
additional field recordings: puffy joshua 
additional writing credits: Zora Neale Hurston and Otis Redding Jr.

special thx to Toni.

The Reddings (No Longer Blue Version)

i left post, drove to the coast 
of Atlantic beach with nothing but 
my black loafers, henley tee, and blue jeans 
i’d like to think i was made for the sea 
fated to float faded 
parallel to the shore 
like a show 
i think i made it
slow-moving but no 
spectacle 
“he’s just a kid that spaces”
don’t try to reduce black 
you’ll just see blacker faces 

lyrics: Joshua Fletcher
production: @whitewidowweaver

The Stage is the Sea (feat. orbwvr)

Torn moments before the monstrous birth, 
I had to not-see in order to be freed 
Insight through blindness 
A fondness for the deep—
The Stage, The Sea, and Me 

One morning in Greensboro I vowed to not-see myself anymore
Found a hiding place in the layers of clothes I wore
Body horrors and PB & J’s from Aggie Source
I grew bored staring at Ethiopian Orthodox sculptures 
and techno-organic posters 
Cyborg #10 is the culture
Eye of Gloucester 
Growing redder
Fetters of linen 
In goes the first incision 
skin 

A car encased in ice, 
I left my keys in the dorm and stormed outside
RAs had the tools, but I hadn’t stopped and tried to borrow 
Eyes blood red, Grandmother’s sorrel 
All I felt was the sorrow 
From cutting into my tired body 
Moor Mother crossfaded into Tchaikovsky’s Op. 64 
My little heart couldn’t bear that french horn 
I started to cry, ripping at the ice with bare hands 
I couldn’t see shit but the(e)n(d)!

Cyborg 10 (feat. Chell <3)

Korean professor mocks me when my head noddin’ 
[Some]times I’m gettin’ the lecture 
[Some]times I’m dreamin’ 
[Some]times I’m a star student 
[Some]times I’m sittin’ on the edge of a star 
(hahaha) Yeah I’m on one (✩) 
Each day [is] a virtual altar call
Arms wide like Christ ‘till these arms fall
Head to the desk and back to the head 
Head to the screen — am I a-head? 
I hear headasses think they[‘re] ahead 
when they[‘re] really dead 
But not really dead cuz it’s in their head 
Headassess 
Writing is like shitting 
I’m stuck writing from the head 
Stuck loving from the head 
Stuck praying from the head 
Stuck cooking from the head 
Stuck advocating from the head 
Stuck tiring myself out 
with this constipated look on my face 
like in the Spongebob episode “Face Freeze” 
See me face myself entirely 
and discover my body on a stage 
disinterested and relentless 
as the sprawling seascape 
Pray we sink deep 
Keep pace (what can i do?) 
Seek heat (what can i do?) 
Seek shade (what can i do?) 
Seek heat (what can i do?) 
Keep pace (what can i do?) 
Sink deep (what can i do?)
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Credits: 
Production - puffy joshua and Aidan Caldwell 
Words - puffy joshua 
Field Recordings - puffy joshua 

Additional Credits:
"Onwards We Trudge" from Ad​-​hoc Session à la P​é​niche by David Thomas Broughton
"Bob Marley" by Adaneh Teka

Great Joshua the Headass

a sight for sore eyes 
as sunlight folds my skin 
a hollow oak, with a willow's contempt, 
held visions etched within

the ark that was bark
set sail sought self-discoverin'
spark the dark with covenant
ILLUMINATE my petroglyph 

father stretch my sleeping limbs
as i build this shoddy ship 
a nigga ain't made a choice since choice awards 
on nickelodeon

i've been held in 
blind, but stummy fed 
i gotta open up my eyes before i finish it 

just to start again 

yeah yeah 

college

if i were to run
from the burbs n' the sun
where would i go? 
uh uh 

if i were to run 
would i trip in the field?
my own dimension 
self-retention 
as i brew behind the veil 
an orison
the ore thrown
a stone's throw 
from His heels 

how i feel

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