floater (at grandma june's)(bread pilot)

cogitation on American Spring 1975, or what am I going to be when I grow up?

now that it's over

slip my slope
chew my rope

took some time to get stuck
fell in love and got fucked
faked my friends to move up
quit my drugs and got drunk

lick my lane 
live for fame

when you know that you've won
starts to lose all the fun
spark a cycle, get spun
lose your grip and get dumb

post - MOP

i live under your stairs

Can't Stress Enough

I was blistered by a day dream
Saw it comin up sun comin up
Only trust you if you taste me
Go and soak it up gone sock it up
Only workin when you’re lazy
Go on fuck it up gone fuck it up
Only love you when you hate me
Go on suck it up gone suck it up

Make your bed and
You won’t regret it
Feed your fetish
Test your lettuce
Take your pen and
You write a sentence 
Lose your head in
Devil’s lettuce

Eyes dancing in a moon beam
Stars lighting up start lining up
Never wanted you to use me
Never had enough never high enough

Make your bed and
You won’t regret it
Feed your fetish
Test your lettuce
Take your pen and
You write a sentence 
Lose your head in
Devil’s lettuce

vaults of venus

vermilion face

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