It started as a Clipse knockoff but it became SOMETHING ELSE.

Pharrell's Effeminate Hair Salon

I've been eating pork every day and wrote a song about it. 
It's the pork based pop hit of the summer.

LYRICS:

I know it's wrong
Well I know it ain't right
We keep em locked up
We keep em out of sight

But I know it's good
When it gets inside
And we all need food
So  I got nothing to hide

I'm living that porklife
All night
I'm living that porklife
It feels right
I'm living that porklife
All night
I'm living that porklife
Deep fried

It makes me strong
And I love the taste
And if death is wrong
It's a terrible thing to waste

If it gets you full
If it gets you high
It may not be cool
But I can't live a lie I gotta live this
 



Come on baby you just wanna live this pork life
Don't be shy you just wanna live this pork life
Go on girl you just wanna live this pork life
Dont deny it you wanna live this pork life
Come on embrace it you gotta live this pork life
come on taste it you'll wanna live this pork life
Come on baby you can be my pork wife
We'll go together living this pork life 


#PORKLIFE

You're so small
You're as insignificant
as me

Don't react at all
as if I'm difficult to see

Feeling in the air
Blind automaton 
And I sense you're scared
That the ground feels wrong
You can't run away
Hiding in my home
You look so alive
That I feel alone

This is hard  
Cause I have to keep watching
Struggle so much
As if this means something

Move so fast
like you have a god inside

How you grasp
The earth latches to every stride

In between my planes
of unyielding force
You run unaware
Of this strange remorse
As the mind alights
You will rearrange
All things will adapt
To what does not change


Killing A Roach

Stay Positive!+

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iTZApIaViGY

That's a small animation that goes with it.

Penultimate Imagining VI

It's been a while. Here is some music I made for you.

Spatial Relationships

I Would Do Franklin

Hannibal Buress wore a shirt I designed and it made me feel weird.


Hannibal Buress is wearing my shirt
I can't get hurt
Makin my neck take an angle like Kurt
Russell my jimmies make my titties pert
Plus 
Other shit I prolly shouldn't discuss
Validation keep me thinkin about us
Ego in check like the back of a bus
Rosy in park my hair in a muss 

I'm doing backflips actual backlips
Allstar smashmouth future make me smack lips
Optimism crushes me but I got stacked hips
Shake fake club optimism...she snakehips 
Shoutout to Snake Tits and other people who think
with their baked bits
Drugs can be good depends how you take shit
All the best wrestlers know how to take hits
Seen a whole lotta green till I can't see me
Seen a whole lotta memes kill drive cleanly
We a whole lotta johns pickin up ourselves
We a hole where we go and we buy and we sell
There's a lucha underground
There's a lucha undersky
There's a lucha in this sound
Where's the lucha in this guy
It's the future got me high
But it mumbles at me 
like it's Future gettin' high

Hannibal Buress is wearing our shirt
We can't get hurt
Makin our necks take an angle like Kurt
Russell our jimmies make our titties pert
Plus 
Other shit I prolly shouldn't discuss
Validation keep me thinkin about us
Ego in check like the back of a bus
Rosy in the park with my hair in a muss

Hannibal Buress Is Wearing My Shirt

I was catchin in the streets with my po's...you know how that shit goes.



Spiderhouse Overworld (Daytime)

a real drafty soundin gift to my mom for mother's day


I remember running shapes and learning meaning
Seeing all the primitive before receiving 
Variations on recursive acts repeating
Playing in the woods and dirt with knives and bleeding
 
I remember rhyming on the trips and errands
Tracing out the meaning on my lips in layers
Questioning and testing all the ritual prayers
I remember bitching in my room past all care
 
You me asked for me
I didn't ask to be born
but I am so thankful, I am so thankful

Such great mercy
That I should take this form
So I am thankful I am so thankful

I remember chemicals in raging bodies
Stuck inside a rut of unengaging hobbies
Bitter at the prospects of what I could not be
I remember dormancy of what you taught me

Now I see an element of peace returning
now the flesh and soil around the seed stopped burning
And I'm spreading for the ground and the sun and churning
through the rocks I'm planted and I'm still learning

Zug Goodina