the machine's out of steam our highest hope we wouldn't dream of gleaning without contest this conquest leaves my eaves full of leaves and my sleeves as thick as thieves. i do believe something foul's blowing in on the breeze its called progress nevertheless you're overdressed for dealing with your stress give it a rest have you tried sweat pants? reading internet rants? why dontchya put your head in the microwave and do a little dance? self imposed screen trance fucking love at first glance if you've never had a meaningful connection in your life then here's your chance to stay the same stagnancy's deranged have your habits rearranged or toss them out on the curb shit's perturbed like some fast food trash no one else will say a word so act fast or get stuck in the past bound to be broken born into a caste let it be spoken aloud that we've reached critical mass. down to brass tacks. you just hesitated and i think we should tax that, i'm inebriated but i think you should pass that no need to debate it when were already at mass amen mister mister wont you kindly kiss my ass to prove i've got nothing to lose when i pass go fiasco GET THE FUCK OUT MY SHACKLES i'm that astral rascal chained to the stains on my shirt doomed to grapple with the dirt motivation's inert so insert your card chip first in my intentions did i mention that the first ten come with a heavy handed explanation of scansion. solar expansion's reason enough to start planting our worst fears in the cracks in concrete. delete the memory of frustration and in its place build a gas station. time to refuel, there's no win or lose when all you do is consume the only real question is can i eat this? can i eat something else that can eat this? no need to defeat this tyranny of desire, the fire's blind to gears grinding away, i hope you're finding your way into my sway. tides fade confined in the stockades dismayed at how degraded this charade is, i'm poking holes through the pages of the phone book but what's the hook? when they call your name there's no escaping this forsaken outlook. look out for louts left rooked or you'll end up undercooked shaken all night long to the same old song, perchance just bored enough to take a stance against the barren expanse to find a kernel of truth and mill it into stardust.

look up to nothing like a deer in the headlights. uncertainty is the only certainty anything else is delusion self induced mania aimed at convincing ourselves that everything around us is'nt crumbling outwards. we take these shattered fragments and rearrange them as we see fit forever ambivalent and wastefully vigilant. you know i keep an eye out in case my steeple turns inside out lets find out if there are any gods in my house. keep your grass-fed ass in bed flick on the tube and get taught up on how to play dead take it all in until the walls spin don't change that channel trip and fall in, your thoughts are sprawling upon a panel of glass as hours pass your futures already past due. what'll last dude? wasting fast put your mind in a cast or a casket. bricks and brambles my worlds in shambles im ready to ramble with empty cans of cambles soup with an ally oop up in a trash can or nike swoop your shoes are trash, man i don't mean to be brash, knawmsayin' but you probably wouldn't find kitschier styles on your gramma's kitchen tiles. white walls white walls all i see is white walls cigarette butts cell-phone calls selfie-sticks obstruct urban sprawl mirror to mirror feel real tall reflect your deflection pay no attention just pay the price for these white walls. every interaction's eliciting smiles like i'm soliciting air-miles to greener pastures under piles of mixes and masters. litter's literal disaster for here and after. some daft bastard thought he'd get a pass for dumping his stash here, so go pick it up motherfucker. you're living on a heap of rubber tires and grease fires. the garbage in your garage wont bring peace ties, just sties in the eyes of dece liars you cant despise this or criticize the status quo just stick to what you know and never question what you do or where you're going, just keep going nowhere. I'll see you when you get there you can leave tomorrow if you wanna peddle petty sorrows on another man, ill leave today don't need another gram of your next trip. this way towards the exit, follow the flashing lights through the cesspit if you're not desperate for a respite. the mild zealot's never restless.

we don't have to believe in what we cant see. pull apart the weft from the weave and see what's left, greave everything entitled to a keyring. concealing your feelings isn't self healing or even appealing reveal your intentions never mention kneeling as a option, to cooperate's just to conceal the toxins washing through your noggin urging you alter your conscience in the face mutual defeat's adoption. oh what a godsend, this peace. and quiet beckons bias in the face of impious defiance our reliance on crisis goes all the way back to papyrus on fire screeching out a siren's song. alluring thoughts of violence's wrongness altruism flawless until someone gets labelled the strongest, and honestly, develop an interest in botony because back to the dirt is were we're heading demonstrably, our economy's a wobbly top. build a yurt before you buy that stock. the water clock's ticking down to cases closed on smalltalk's padlock. come say it to my face come say it to my, come say it to my face come say it to my, come say it to my face come say it to my, come say it to my face you view me through my race cuz your hate's misplaced around the waist of people without a face. personality's erased without a trace of distaste. belligerence, go buy a case of something different. everybody's looking for deliverance in a cigarette's flickering, hard pressed to stop liquoring. who am i kidding? no one keeps their winnings, no such thing as beginnings, only visions and spectacles. we'd be fools to think that anything's correctable. such a fucking trek to check the rules, so we settle for neglect and misdirect ourselves into retrospective genuflection. ineffective interjections denote linear perspective, the collective's not selective so much as reflexive, aggressively suggestive at the prospect of how much like them you can one day aspire to be. just not right now.

you think you can really know someone until you realize, you don't even know yourself. only you can ask who am i? the question who are you is meant to confuse how you're seen and what you do, and whether you follow the predetermined rules and stay in time. one day you'll find that its all a game to reduce and reuse preconceptions of weaponized expectations. titles are the foundation of nations and the death of change but what if being is knowing and growing is freeing yourself from boundaries, found in reason not down to these emotions and thoughts, packed in tight with the locks its time to take stock of what our minds have become lest be become undone. I for one refuse to stagnate or hate anything. see, you're smarter than this. you don't have to fall for such artifice. the superlative mode opened up an abyss, compassion's amiss in competition. you can't coalesce with the opposition. from their position, our minds are closed to their inherent superiority. so might as well just bow down to their authority. is what they want you to think! you don't need a phone or a shrink to live on the brink of insanity as defined by the white man. they want you to think they're the right man for future plans towards their own divested interests, oh how boring, back to pintrest or whatever you do to relabel your dreams as garbage. hunting bargains exhausting carbons without purpose. what a burden to feel worthless. its easy to think that everyone else has what you wanted but deep down they're just around as hollow as you with that comparative attitude. define yourself and find the wealth in understanding that demanding others submit to your qualifications is gentrification. the world's a diverse place but we're putting all that in a hearse in the first place without really considering what we have to lose. we have to chose to think about it.

this is a happy potato slumber sitting for long hours with unsupported lumbar twitching, itching, snip off the tag refresh your screen and wait for the lag. bite through the cheese and mustard that crusty cracker custard. i'm so fucking sick of this rhetoric, all i hear is the clock tic and tic its telling me its time to panic. i might just scream i might just scream i might just scream it's time to panic and you have wounds to lick and i'm high from illogic i am the queen of panicking i am the queen of panicking i am the queen of panicking that sweet anxiety blanketing the tightening squeeze of your wedding ring. the time has come to step into the panicdom. i might just scream i might just scream i might just scream

you and i like to bang on the roof and a you and i like to bang on the bang on the (x5) me and jesus chill on the weekends play smash, eat trash try to make amends for our cheap moustaches. i must ask you how do you do. etiquette dictates that id be a dick face if i don't acknowledge when you enter the room. boy do i hope i'm just dopesick the rope's slick climbing the reminders on my phone when i'm home i'm alone just a clone of what you wont click. no class. if i had tits you pelt likes at my pics until the screen cracks obscene tracks wont convene pax. i'm vaping acetate while i'm waiting just to relax. pay the tax like stay back, or they'll frack your fucking backyard if i don't rap hard they'll plant me in the ground between the swiss chard and my credit card debt. if i had to make a bet my regret will probably reset if i could just drink one more, probably gonna be sore tomorrow. sorry if i snore its such a chore to keep banging some more, you know? dishes pile up liquor cup pour it up, before we intercourse sign the prenup. don't forget consent so no regrets, be present or lawyer up, party with your bro mates fuck these other hos mate trained to hate girls since before we were, like, eight? because we're scared of what they create, hope in the face of fate. chewing the 'ol erasermate while i dictate rubbish in the bin, let me gospel for a hot spell putzing with a safety pin. no need discussing the flaw in your bluffing that shaky chin gave you away before your mother did, when fist saw your face much to her own chagrin she tried to haggle your inconsequential ass for a bagel with cream cheese her dreams freeze when you refuse to quit wheezing about what's so displeasing to your particular breed of douchebag. no one ever promised you huge price tag. bite the carrot at the end of the shtick, you idiot wake up shit eat weep sleep don't forget to drink water boy you outa keep a straight face like an iguana. fucking reptilian. living from one fart to the next like a million years of civilian jeers and light beer leaves you feeling maybe just a little bit queer? well here here, may i borrow your ear? cuz i haven't Van Goht any tried to listen to Bennie and the Jett's on repeat. are there any of us left who're incomplete? the cell phone is a real fucking feat of social engineering to steer clear of anyone who wishes to really hear here.

what's that? you're complaining? oh how interesting. you're indebted so the interest stings? got a credit card for the simplest things so your never far from those distant strings of discord pegged to the morgue on your circuit board? tuned in to your ordinary dose of death, breadth of destruction next, the presumption that everything you see in the glass is correct, like vague instructions of what to expect in the palm of your hands. the sand's slipping through our fingers like our bond to the land go figure, flipping through suggestions just to hone our indiscretion to the point where there's no need to mention our joint pain. anoint the vain vessel of my brain in polyurethane, fill up my orifices i'm finished with these little fishes, i got to go meet my mannequin friends. its really romantic when you pretend that your the epicenter of whatever's the trend they're selling these days to the kids, these waves are square grids trawling our eyelids to choke the memory of everything original we think we did, tangled up in that mangrove of lies they call your synapses. immenant collapse is what it forsees. if i have to hear one more fucking time about your synesthesia, hold up a minute take a breather, beware the dick squeezers coming out of your speakers. this aint no way to spend your leisure, we're beautiful creatures. your withered quintesential essense dithered on a t-shirt? beautiful creatures... the world's vicious so be seditions and come bump this shit with me, yeah don't be ridiculous you only got one excuse to revel in your fickleness, mortality is ticklish so come out of your chrysalis and have a sip of this pity party figurants tryina figure out just what ignorance is is it what we know or what we don't know? when we're drowning in uncertainty a gasp for truth only serves to fill our lungs wordlessly with the inurgency of eternity! close your eyes and there's that net again, squaring away the contour of your impure bemusings, grooving out to the dentist office music of your choosing mouth agape the unavoidable escape, there's no space for disgrace on my chip & dip plate. imma buff out all my imperfections so they sparkle so good you see the reflection of your ancestors smiling back telling you you're understood, they're so proud of you for reaching adulthood. meanwhile deep down i'm sporting a frown, dreams of making verbs and nouns fuck to gain renown, shucks, i could've been the frank zappa of rap if some other snowflake rhyme monger hadn't already tapped the line access declined, you must be this cool to ride a wide smile so go stockpile your excuses for a boring lifestyle. but please, like my profile.

who here knows what their name means? what does it mean to you? what does it mean to you mother? what does it mean to smother your feelings in butter until your dreams rise up to the top through that boiling mess you call your conscience? are you conscious of your staunchness towards an idolized self? personal wealth or even health will never negate the ever-present fact that you and i are animals about to die. and that is why i must reveal the lie that stands between peace and quiet, between trees and riots. fees and flyers litter your life with buyers remorse. like morse code bleeping out your free will, like hey, i need a refill but i'm not getting it on my own will bring it here and i'll wait while you carry, frustrated, the weight of our hatred. we saw you created some ideas, now were here to condense them into tears and rate them publicly until you grow frustrated, reduced to simple fears, unable to articulate your own gears and mechanisms, cranking out happy happy schisms between your -isms and your well earned isnt's. remain distant, imprisoned in a prism of your own vision wallowing in your self image. no scrimmage or pilgrimage or struggle at all to stand tall at time's fall and call out to your own echo: "we will not go unprovoked" you'd choke if you heard the jokes, afraid of some holy ghos, i'd offer up some bread but you're already toast. but look here what's this? put down the mirror, see clearer sorrows missed. like crows looking back at their past broods exude mist. you kissed sweet forgetfulness and collapsed upon the future tense. sense optional, cropped out the frame to tame your lame train of thought is all. you've seen it always and forever endeavor to devour your fears as the year's flowers pass. turn the hour glass. when the concave shifts to convex there's no time for reflexes just refractions of past captions labels for mindless reactions mere fables reduce us to fractions. us vs them in suspended disbelief like some thief came and robbed us of our wits and and replaced them with cheap imitations, no revelations or relation to our present selves. literally Satan in a dirty apron sizzling glass shards in bacon grease, reaching for your powdered pride off the shelf to season his great disease of ignorance, a massive inference to your passive indifference. you realize from a distance that your eyes are wide open. you can see the world. but when the light pours out you better get up and fucking run, and don't look back. stay on track. you are your only begotten sun. the present has just begun no resistance to the flood, go with the flow and you'll know the right way to go insane is to look inwards at the center of the universe instead of outwards from. traverse this eroded geode and suppose you've got something worth exposing to space and time: your life only derives meaning by its proximity to other life and therefore holds no significance above or below but only with. Cry out and hear your life resound, hope for a echo not entirely your own but a grueling, indistinguishable cacophony of sympathetic vibrations cast from the unknown. only those who listen know they're not alone.

hey man, its okay man, i know you tried your best. its just what happens when you stick to the tried and tested, something fresh comes along and you get bested. there's no stopping time. subprime ain't a crime, without those enzymes in your gut you wont make the cut so eat some onions and shave your bunions until prospective sexual partners come running up to shake your hand telling you their a fan of all the mundane shit you do when you're awake. a lotta cheep sleep and migraines for heaven's sake here's a trophy for your back aches: a consolation prize we're all losers if we try to win, beggars turn to choosers when they look within, ain't no sin or wrong or right just tonight and tomorrow hold the sorrow for your next of kin. grow some gills 'n fins cuz were all sinking i'm thinking (x2) all the money in the world wont be saving us a cent, but good intentions never paid the rent. forever spent knees bent in the event of relentless descent, keep waiting for your hatred to recede while you vent. who could've foreseen that poverty would become eugenics? pretty much everyone seen it coming except those in denial put them on trial and see who dials in on what's truly vile, victory is a loose noose put your head in and smile but who would do that to themselves? take your pride off the shelf and throw it over your shoulder should you dare to grow bolder you'll have to let that smolder, bruh tired of lifting that boulder, huh? don't think you'll just understand it when you're older, son. you'll have to live it loss after loss until you're tossed to the moss. whether you want to give it or not, your body ends up as brown sauce spread across a rock in space so might as well embrace every second you have before you biodegrade we're all losers if we try to win, beggars turn to choosers when they look within, ain't no sin or wrong or right just tonight and tomorrow hold the sorrow for your next of kin. grow some gills 'n fins cuz were all sinking, i'm thinking that this prize is regifted lifted from the stars rigid and twisted its who we are but the truth is omitted. forget it.