excerpt from a story i wrote:
It was out of nowhere, something you really can’t brace for.  It happens  mid-sentence, it happens mid-breath, it happens mid-thought.
And just like the darkness swallowed his vision, the creek swallowed his life. His last breath went unfinished. A boulder’s sudden blow to the skull claimed him. 
Cigs kill, no kidding.


Verse 1:
hidden in the tailored, people living fast
suburban street sailor
where the stages never last 
navigating through the films
glossy covers over filth
i need a movie moment 
i am turning time frozen
with my camera
shoes kissing street, making love with their eyes
the truth risking sleep, and their guts miss the sky
the seconds growing stale the second growing cheap
expired inhales and we gotta keep it neat 
just some uptight mother fuckers
the shards a knuckle lover 
i need a story moment 
turning minutes frozen 
with my camera 
sobs and tinted glass 
decisions always rash
waking in the morning, 
cars are sitting dormant,
parked upon the blocks
my psyche stays locked
my thoughts unorthodox 
let us never cross the chalk 
never leaving home, spiders eat the bone
and the in between i roam, 

Hook:
I can’t breathe the moment cause it leaves us in a moment 
living in the moment has you dying in a moment 
I can’t breathe the moment cause it leaves us in a moment 
Dying in a moment has you living in the moment 

Verse 2:
Watered down moments is what we love to stuff
pissing life away in a busy morning rush 
water down moments is what we love to stuff
merging towards the exit, messing with the essence,
 i hold a certain presence, nothing really pleasant
i need a novel moment
i am turning seconds frozen 
with my camera
flesh fucking street, they’re killing with their hopes
the rest conducting heat, and they’re spilling with their cold
stunning little lies always us all together 
got my muscles moving so me and fall will tether
only 20 autumns
i should’ve caught em
and put them in my jar
with my memories i spar
i’ll be going somewhere far
where there isn’t any tar 
i need a poem moment
i am turning hours frozen
with my camera
i like it when i shiver, searching for the slivers
existential tantrums, the potential of a phantom,
just some uptight motherfuckers
and the grief's an orphan lover


The flames kept on getting smaller and smaller as they gradually grew again, a real sporadic cycle. He starved himself from falling in love with it. It had vigor, it was worldly and animate

Through The Films

Theory, Thinking, Thought

Too Complex.

N.Y. Psyche (prod. khali)

Discount Therapist

Acquaintance of the Night

Song by Victorian Deviant and Psychedelic Beats. Collab.

Solid Concrete (Prod. Psychedelic Beats)

Quarter Life Crisis

Graveyard $hift

Absurdity

Nostalgia Kill

FLATLINE.

Victorian Deviant - Tell Me

You know what I’ve been thinking? “Poets are always taking the weather so personally. They're always sticking their emotions in things that have no emotions.” -J.D. Salinger
“And I’m always saying glad to meet you to people I’m not so glad to meet” -Holden Caulfield 
Guess you gotta say that shit to stay alive huh?

Verse 1
I feel like a character written by Salinger blasphemer gonna go spit on my manger
Fuck all the phonies invading the streets 
I rather be lonely than hang with elites 
Let’s skip the pleasantries let’s talk about unpleasant scenes my adolescent needs are steered by fatigue with rage I see the cause they’ll never get me
Shallow as tap water I’m the mother fucking ocean
Let’s slaughter the man and cause some commotion
Caulfield cause I’m holden it down
Unsealed when I become renown

“It’s partly true too but it isn’t all true people always thing somethings all true and people always end up ruining things too” I’m plastered on the poster for our troubled youth 

Hook 1:
I really really do I know you you feel me too to the- confused youth x2

Verse 2:

Let’s cut to the chase my mind is in space 
I’m just a basket case in a phase of teen angst 
I wanna shoot my shot but I’m firing blanks
All phonies care about are hiring ranks 
and how much money they got in the banks
 put all the labor onto the back of a slave 
make some paper with the money they can save

Bridge:
Caulfield cause I’m holden it down
Unsealed when I become renown

Hook 2: 
I really really do I know you feel me too- to the confused youth x2
Verse 3:
Fuck all the phonies w their heads held high
 I can’t be a crony with my ego in the sky 
Let’s skip all the bullshit I’m really just a misfit who really can’t admit when I just need to quit 
I never can commit viewing my decline 
“where do the ducks go in the winter time?”
Where do my fucks go when I wanna rhyme? 
I guess that your guess is just as good as mine
What I wanna untap I cannot list
I’m turning my back on what I won’t miss
And What I won’t miss won’t miss me either 
I cannot resist if I go deeper
Let’s cut to the chase I really am a bum 
this is all me it’s nothing I’ve become 

I really really do I know you feel me too to the- confused youth x2
I rather be dust than rust with the rhymes that I bust

My new name holden I’m no longer Toni 
The cards Never fold cause I- wait shit I think I’m the phony

CITIZENN KANE

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