The Third Key | 20minutes39seconds of music

Prod. by Atman
Cover art by CinevaArt
Vocals taken from Vice News Youtube Channel

On a taxi to the Charleston riot | 25minutes22seconds of music

if you wanna use the beat, just go ahead and do your shit homes

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I was more or less intrigued of the fact that she might put her lips around my head, as she used to do in that sexy mystical manner of hers. it was not that I wanted to see her suck my cock, it was more that I wanted to see her, period. and I couldn’t believe my eyes at first, I couldn’t understand how one can look, in such a naked situation, how one can look more beautiful than usual, if I may be allowed to say so.

‘You are.’

Thanks, Kitty. such lips around and round around such skin, as if my body was destined to have itself eaten by you, snake.

‘Kitty. Or cat, if you think of me highly.’

I think kitty-snake would be better, and don’t have your tongue stung out as a suicidal bee. those lips of yours sometimes frown very ugly, as if in disinterest, as if in abandon for what I stand for. time has ran out on itself. you and I are no longer tails of the same body. you run around yours while I lick mine; the way it shines after saliva combs it so smoothly makes me think of how your hair smelled after your showers and how it felt when I’d think about touching it.

#princessD | 27minutes56seconds of music

The good don't care about money,
the bad don't care about love;
but it's money that rules this reality
and because of us, the ugly rule the world.

Skull my skin and ash my fingers, jazz my eyes and tan my livers, I want a single drop of l’eau, I want to think like the bourgeois... Have me by the single tear, have I by my single smear - of time, for getting it confused which way it should stop and which way it should count, which way it should skip and which way it should not; letting down the eyes of the universe that pry into our being.

But our process is slow. Curiousity has it’s ends. The one’s we owe everything to may not be pleased of what we show them. How we entertain them still keeps them a bit present, wanting for more, thinking that it might, it might just happen any moment, any given time, that humanity will blossom, that humans will shed skin over their past lives and consider it bones, that nature will once again grow and look upon civilization as not a misguided dream but as a late-bloomer.

We shake, we break, we live a note for a heartache.
We sing, we paint, we look in the mirror and don't see a saint.
Fuck the free-world, give me hope, we've left everyone fall into a slope...

Divorce EP Feat Jared Leto And Mr. Pheonix | 33minutes59seconds of music

my parents used to question me in my sleep. they’d ask me something when I was awake (used to wake up with my mom holding a stick in her hand). „Who started the fight?” „I don’t know” then they’d ask me in my sleep, „who started the fight?” „it was william” so I’d get a second beating when I’d wake up. my mom was an alcoholic, you see. she’s not my real mom, though. my girlfriends used to question me as well „did you sleep with another woman?” „no...never” then I’d wake up in the morning „I love you. „ hahaha, yeah, I suppose there was a good side to it as well. yeah, there’s always a ying and a yang. „I love you” she’d say. „yeah,yeah, just let me fucking wake up.”

flower pax | 36minutes30seconds of music

be like fire. be like earth stuck in a tire. burn the road and gas up smoke, make it dense so nature’s broke her eyes staring at your mighty rear as you vanish horses dragged, hundreds of them, into the sunshine every day, (song plays as the screen switches gear, 2nd , 3rd , 2nd and 1st again- we don’t want. people going to fast on the highway are always prone to accidents due to their total lack of concentration upon the enemies moves, concentration even when he’s pinned you down, lashed you up, up, up, now go down…, slowly, please. don’t make a rush out of painting a tree. leaves are something that once rested your eyes upon, they’ll run back into the ground and dig up dirt to cover their heads. it’s quite a peculiar thing these creatures do. have you seen their length? my mom cooked one for lunch a few years back when we had this big ass turkey and everyone got sat down for dinner, dad was doing quite a feat grinding up and down that trail in one continuous flow. I mean, he never put his foot down on the field and he’d never felt the same before. And that’s what soccer is all about. Don’t you mean football? What? Football? We were supposed to have football practice, right? Owww, now that you’re telling me about it, I don’t know how I feel of it, George. They were married for three years and no one told me one single thing of them. I thought I’d lose hope, but fear never shrieked at my door, through the shadows, through the god damn wood! the rat ate everything man, how is that even possible? we didn’t give them any food, sir. the prisoners had no chance in escaping the woods at this hour, wolves and bugs crawling everywhere. nah ha, man. you can go camping, I’ll stay here with my pops and cousins. mom still home? ‘when?’ what when? mom. is she still home? I looked in her eyes with such deep understanding and consideration for one. the cinema rolled and rolled so many by the end of the night, we barely smoked any. had so much writing to do. but with Carl sitting at the table, cards in his hands, I felt the sudden urge to take back magic.” That’s how we met at the camp last year. Yeah, I didn’t want to go at first. hahaha, fuckers stole me out’a my bed.

nokoru lie | 37minutes46seconds of music

I walk on the streets and see insanity. dogs fucking each other. humans riding cats. cats riding dogs. cars crash into each other and owners hug it out. the sky rains music and people have no umbrellas. when I walk through your town, for it is you that gave birth to it in my mind and it is you that keeps it alive, when I walk through your town, flowers are sold like newspapers and the homeless guy asks for no money. when I roam by the trees they dance back. people still look at me weird.  benches are empty. people are sitting on the grass. the weather isn’t welcoming but the presence is. guys are making out and an old couple smiles as they laugh. when I walk through the streets at night, I get robbed at the corner, helped at the store and hooked up by the time I reach the café. the inside of the room is made out of pink plumy pussy. virgin pink. people, men mostly, are seated on chairs and eat out their preferred meal. if you make a pussy come you get a free drink. the barman’s gay. the next door leads to a salon where ladies and women get their hair made and pussy fucked. if you see men, you only do when they’re pleasuring a client. lust has been canceled. everyone is satisfied. only true love makes a difference. when I get home you’re there, not sleeping

cip | 40minutes11seconds of music

be like fire. be like earth stuck in a tire. burn the road and gas up smoke, make it dense so nature’s broke her eyes staring at your mighty rear as you vanish horses dragged, hundreds of them, into the sunshine every day, (song plays as the screen switches gear, 2nd , 3rd , 2nd and 1st again- we don’t want. people going to fast on the highway are always prone to accidents due to their total lack of concentration upon the enemies moves, concentration even when he’s pinned you down, lashed you up, up, up, now go down…, slowly, please. don’t make a rush out of painting a tree. leaves are something that once rested your eyes upon, they’ll run back into the ground and dig up dirt to cover their heads. it’s quite a peculiar thing these creatures do. have you seen their length? my mom cooked one for lunch a few years back when we had this big ass turkey and everyone got sat down for dinner, dad was doing quite a feat grinding up and down that trail in one continuous flow. I mean, he never put his foot down on the field and he’d never felt the same before. And that’s what soccer is all about.

colarko sleepin | 42minutes25seconds of music

having fun

hey guys. if you are new to my music, then you be wondering what the fuck that be at the end of the song. well, I be doing a 365 minutes of music endeavor. just for kicks. 

sit back and enjoy playas.

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the night started as if it had just begun
to me, that must make sense
if it doesn't
then what was the purpose of it all.

lets go and how do you think I kust ober yo the signs of ithe one seethe seek is the one my mind sosdna neveseriily meansomething it says if there sinothing hiddenain th ela
velet them

i was dum. they had me linched
I ws smart. they had me ignored
I ws fat. they pumped me bigger
I was dead. they brought me alive.

I was a pupptet
i am a puppet
i was a puppeteer
i am one 
and i am the strings
i was what i am
and i am what ill be
if i wasn't what i was
and what i am wasn't 
he
he
him
him
her
if not alone in the window with s smile so big her eyes gleamed of sunshine when the darkness is only seen from a rear voew mirror of a black car LET'S SEE HOW THIS AFFECTS NOT ONLY THE HOLY NBUBT

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