codename dancer

Genitorturers - Public Enemy #1 (Flesh is the Law)

bloody katana

loka’s a girl i’ve only met once yet and still i know her so painfully well.
she for some reason like so many of my other young traumatized peers and underlings, it seems the real trauma needs to be enhanced by fabrications, damaged beings not damaged enough, it’s as though they’re trying to be someone else. 
lokas a beautiful troublesome delinquent, i found it troubling how much of who i was myself not so long ago, i saw it present in her. 
she’s unaware of how many silent tears clung to my face as they streamed with an equal amount of sweat down my chin and puddled between my legs, as i sit criss cross applesauce in the corner of my room watching this poor, young, seemingly hopeless girl, in a textbook state of sleep deprived speed psychosis that i spent literally years of my life in. 
i told her i could read her fortune and i started crying, because i will be right. 
long story short she was dope sick, so if you know what that means, then you know what that means. 
we left, i hadn’t slept for days, i couldn’t handle her screaming in public making a scene, i grabbed my bag that i forgot had some of her stuff in it. tweeker shit, like a bike wheel and other shit that weighed 100 pounds, i started walking and didn’t stop for miles, i assumed she was crazy so she would just follow me, but she didn’t. 
i noticed i didn’t see her in the distance so i turned around after hitting a 7/11, couldnt find her. 
i ended up in the hospital that night/morning but this isn’t about my tale of misfortune. 
loka is no longer just a person, no longer just another woman i owe another apology to. 
loka is no longer simply an individual. 
loka is a noun.
loka is a girl who needed but lacked guidance, self harms and does retarded shit because she thinks being obscene is rad.
loka is a girl who somehow by this demonic world got forgotten about and slipped into a crevasse almost as steep as mine.
loka is a lot of little girls.
loka is a bad dream.
loka is a hopeful future.
loka is something more than im gonna be able to articulate.
loka is a life. 
loka’s life matters.

lyrics,

men, sometimes you useless swine make me wanna hurl, seems a bit fucked up that i had to protect that girl.
negligence makes me pissed, i vomit, i get twisted, but i hold my composure because that child need not see that type of shit.
how dare you all let her be harmed?
i hate you.
i hate this gray weather, i hate the fact that i even have to say that she deserved so much better.
you people suck, just because we’re maybe overpopulated doesn’t mean it’s okay to stop giving a fuck.
why bother nurturing her mind with reading, writing and arithmetic? if you allow your fourteen year old girl to scar her precious mind sucking a dick? 
you negligent guardians, why the fuck weren’t you guarding then? 
such fucking bullshit, you let her get chewed up and out she was spit, another nameless, faceless statistic.
stop ignoring your daughter when she’s cutting herself, hello? stop overlooking her fingertips being yellow, hey don’t listen to me, im only twenty seven, so what the fuck do i know?
loka and i, not quite ripe, will die.
it’s not all our fault, don’t say we have the complex of a victim, we are a symptom, of you not realizing how badly you fucked this system, to the trash bin with her, she dare pierce her septum.
now all she’s good for is gash.
fuck you.
this world cries, what she’s been taught, she’s internalized, my tears, birthed tears, that shed tears when i looked in lokas eyes.
loka are you alive?
loka please survive, please loka i beg of you, please don’t fucking die. 
loka...
loka…
loka’s life matters…

loka’s life matters

Zombie Girl - Creepy Crawler

i’m too high right now body dysmorphic hypochondriac attack i ate six valium i hurt it burns nobody believes me. 
im the smartest person you know and i know it ticks you off, and i know that i can be mistaken for a know it all. 
i am the antithesis of a know it all. i know what i don’t know and i don’t pretend that i know it.
and i know that sounded like a frivolous self indulgent tongue twister. 
because it was one. 
but as intentionally pretentious as all this has sounded. i am right. and i know im right because i don’t talk to somebody while they’re trying to listen to a song. 
why even bother to have a song playing if you’re just gonna talk at somebody thus ruining the listening experience?
i tend to seldom speak in general, because i listen.
i don’t talk. i listen. so i learn. so that i know what  im talking about when i decide to talk about it. 
bitch this is kindergarten level psychological warfare. 
lol
lmao 
lettuce mayonnaise and onions 
do you know what i just said? 
if you don’t you’re not allowed to google it on urban dictionary and pretend that you did. 
i know that you didn’t because in order for you to have known it, you would have had to be listening and not talking.
i don’t know why i picked lava lamp as my online alias but im way past balls deep using the name.
if for some reason some asshole wants to pull some legal copyright infringement over the name, suck my dick.
i’ll never be in the mood for court so i’ll as a backup i’ll go by
noah notgivingyoumylastname 
or ill embrace a lifetime of hearing the same stupid fucking boat jokes and have you refer to me as noah thefuckingark . 
i am fuck me r u fuck u? 
email: noahliketheboatmyth@gmail.com

loka’s life matters

lava lamp

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