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Scissorhands (W/ Weeping Wi11ow)

Avenue Ft B2L V1

INTERLUDE CAFÉ

ENFT TOI JSP

3 POTES À MOI QUI M’ÉCOUTE

imagine - remix dnb (koxtax)

cheekbones tricky on the bass :*

Eyes glimmer in the window
Looking at the lamp post flicker with a dim glow
admit i've been a bit low lately 
since the pillow next to me lays crease-less
stay blessed ten seconds at a time
tho i aint hurting to the point where im sporting a chin strap
fall in love seven times in a day 
stay at bay from the woman 
wouldn't want another mishap
shit happens, make a bliss track an skeet
see my pillow lays crease-less cause we topple in her sheets
blister in her heart
i wont fix you in a week
but we'll simmer in the dark till you figure what you need 
guaranteed to bark once he figures you're with me
then ill scurry to the dark where the post flickers dimly
silhouette enhancing my figure on the streets
whilst my pillow lays crease-less still

lausse the cat back at it again
marks a flag with the tip of his pen
lausse the cat bad habits and blems
handles gals who been ridden by men

lausse the cat back at it again
marks a flag with the tip of his pen
lausse the cat bad habits and blems
attracts shallow girls ridden by men

your boy left you in a swift move
you're done watching How Stella Got Her Grove Back
hurry bell the new cat
 hes waiting at the door
grab your shoes and a bag
try excuse the cheeky rudeness
guess its best then just sitting in your blue nest
simmer with the cat and let him do what he do's best
lausse the king courting girls in ralph lauren 
whiskers blowing in the wind bring your mood to a new best
keep you busy by contorting in the bed
kitty got the right moves to keep your boyfriend out your head
lausse the kitten got you smitten in the bed
keep your pussy cat amused like i just tossed a ball of thread
spend a little time let him wander with some dead yats
give a little time and he'll be off into a setback
busy in the streets well be busy in the sheets
you'll be busy for a week we'll keep him waiting for a text back

alone together

Artwork by Carlito

Cameo by Georgie Lorenzen 

Little red rides down the lip of my lover now

must have sniffed a badly crushed pill should've wolfed it down,

caution now


come kiss the water how much dizz 

does one chick need to feel less awful

"i think i might've gotten spiked"

i beg you get a grip you snorted up the shit like it was salty water pepper pig

i dislike a porky or a lie see a porcupine spikes, 

you just had one too many lines

"i dont feel too well"

have a sip of water you'll be fine, let us sit 

ill roll a cigarette we'll simmer for a while

and as i said those syllables she whispered "let me lie" 

so i helped her sit on solid surface soiled by a brine of 

spilled beer and some nos balloons,

scatterd in a rotting room

cracked cans and canisters

flat ciggy butts from kids skanking to the anthem of dishevelled youth,

air-max and bumbag squadrons

 two stepping with a lit skunk spliff hung from lips fucked 

mean-whilst my chicks slumped 

quite in an unsolemn way

wake up baby please its nearly day

wake up baby please its nearly day




in a town where the night shines the brightest


the youth trace silver linings straight to their sinus

where the light shines brightest on an iphone 

its no surprise sanity is seeked in being mindless




i gaze upon her pretty face to see if she be fine

the face i gaze upon is sending shivers down my spine

a drip of red progressed to sliver down her chin and neck 

and build a scarlet puddle building up against my thigh

she starts too loose the light behind her eyes 

and as they wonder north the only thing they leave behind is whites

"this is west mate" 

eyelids get heavy like her dead weight

"yo pal call 999 before she vacates"

she meets her Morbid Fickle doom as is her path 

and as her chalk coloured lips smile Mrs Death laughs

and as i sit there cradling her carcass i ponder life, 

wandering if i be truly assed for it

i didn't ask for this 

i didn't ask for this

fuck it

i check her pockets for a baggy hiding in the crevices

find a bag of pills and round about two grams of ketamin

pop the capsules honouring the death of lady Capulet and 

sniff the ket and grimace in exaggerated fashion 



throw my hands in the air and leave my fate to the gods

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