Lonely Boy Goes To A Rave

The Temptation That Is Takyon

Ur My Sofisticated Fuck Princess

lyrics and vocals by ann of depression at denny's

cinema boy

hands free scotch hugs part 3

we were meant to be friends but we were not meant to be together

palm springs (vodka sleep)

song by ann, drums by yoon
thank you to both

dating (depression at denny's cover)

sweater weather

"i didn't go to prom
i just went to my job
i didn't have no fun
i didn't have no one
except for the cashier scanning groceries
next to me
was a nice girl named jasey
but now i think she's married
and that's a wonderful thing

ripped faux fishnet k-mart tights big red boots 
you can't tell if they're wearing any shorts because their t-shirt is so big 
messy bob straight fringe smelling of munt and cigarettes 
very thin in big black jacket very pale little to no features 
ipod screen very cracked
backpack is too small to hold any signifcant amount of textbooks

i didn't go to class
more fun to lay in the grass
i had it all planned out
i was gonna be famous
but i won't ever be you
maybe i never had room
maybe i should've stayed in jazz band
and learned how to play something impressive

ripped faux fishnet k-mart tights big red boots 
you can't tell if they're wearing any shorts because their t-shirt is so big 
messy bob straight fringe smelling of munt and cigarettes 
very thin in big black jacket very pale little to no features 
ipod screen very cracked
backpack is too small to hold any signifcant amount of textbooks"

i didn't go to prom

cinema boy two

the cold drone blues

insects scale her bare skin 
dragged like smoke into tissue 
vodka breath and impossibility of yogurt 
grace these lips oh my 
memorize these blissful scents you can't describe 
bloodied hands and another mended pair of shoes 
march came in with nothing new 

the sound of candied tender melody 
you recognize from the living room 
but you cannot exit your bed 
hence the term, "metamorphosis" 
now young thighs are maroon twigs 
i pretend like i'm fed up with it 
the flesh of the dead is tasty 
savor the taste on your tongue 
i am nude covered in blood

blood sanity avocado song

your claws are so sharp now, dear 
your claws are so sharp now 
just like kafka who waits in the bushes for me 
drawn to the blood of the first creature she sees 

my claws are getting long, dear 
my claws are getting long 
longer than all the time wasted 
i couldn't save you from whatever this is 
or the stomach virus that was left in blue sheets 
it's no one's fault we stayed out in that cold 
palms laid out of reach 

but people around here can drain teenagers like you 
they just rip out your tongue and take what they want 
and there's nothing you can do 
you love to do it too 
so how could i ever protect you? 
it won't matter how much i want to 

unlike some 
you are not weak 
it will flood again 
and you will sleep 

and unlike some 
you're not in love 
with anyone 
but yourself 

satan is an old friend 
and he told me last night 
"take your claws and sharpen them 
you need to hate to survive" 

or can an ounce of compassion go a long way 
towards the life you always see but your skinny fists can't quite reach 
and now you see that all you dream becomes atrophied 

the colour green, our faces in the tree, and everything else still won't leave me 
won't leave me be 
shiva in a white woman proceeds 

i am all black pinned to square H8 
lost control of the center i have fallen 
this is where i stay 

i would forgive that face 10,000 times 
but not once more

claws i

i am the ant slayer 
all my actions are overlooked 
all my glances are second 
there is tyrannical waste in the palm of my hands 
i am yolk death, daily homicide 
i am josef, sato, soren, tetsu, i am donald 
my name is not important 
when these words emerge 
you look up, inadvertently lock in 
all that time spent becoming yourself 
and you keep changing it all at once 
fell swoops of blackened death metal 
riffs that repeat several times 
tenacity and fire that your life once carried 
your age toils but never quite augments 
at the bus stop your eyes are moons with depth unfathomable 
this living we're doing is corruption 
my love is pollution 

my dogs are barking but i don't want to stop dancing yet 
just boots and cats and move my hips 
when i sit back down my stomach will ache 
all feeling will escape my body 
it takes you a second to recall my face 
walk up the hill but you don't live there anymore 
last visit i left my self defense while you were away 
it was pouring, shielding deathwish with my sweater 
but now i'm staring down this sunrise 
it's nice and it hurts my eyes 
then i wonder where you stay 
i'll try to keep these things locked away 
when you hear scotland i hope it moves you 
sometimes there is no will to move 
stop chasing happiness and it smacks me in the head 
stop inhaling and i can breathe so much easier 
i think it's okay to feel this much pain sometimes 

alameda, you ask why be sorry 
but you know there is no resolution, no solution 
there is no semen in your sketches 
and there are no more words for you 
there is a stomach and an indention in its center 
there is all my affinity, and all your pity, all your sympathy 
fondness of the body with perpetual attraction to intoxication 
a small hit to forget after the fact 
but there is no forget 
there is no let go 
bovine boy can only withdraw so thoroughly 
he can only retire so much passion 
before all his insides get left on the inside 

giant panda, i see your blood, your sanity, your avocado bare 
i see you dig into the skin 
i get a tiny bit frightened again 
bear claws are lodged in your arm, with no one to suck the cut 
blood comes to the forefront of your neck now 
i hold you as close as i can 
i watch you die again and again 
and wonder why are you like that? 
i will clear my head and i will follow suit 
all my evil locked away in a coffer of memories 
no one will ever see 

i am reborn again, anew 
there is sand between my toes 
there is dirt between my fingers

eden

no gods, there's just this truth that blows right outside my window, now i know what i know
no joy, cause there's a manufactured cloud covering your eyelids, how will you know how to love them?
no roar, because your mouths don't work anymore, we're so sorry
no stride, the lucky ones have left you behind, we're not sorry, when it's starry you haunt me

the wynand building

Corrupted Samsara As Shit Stained Flowers

do you feel right?
do you have that sense at all?
can you act kind?
can you act some way at all?

YakSynapse

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