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April Cruels
03:25
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Doomster Baby
03:11
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you wanna die?
get in line
nobody cares about your dumb pain
what a shame?
cry me a river, babe
so we can drown in your theatrics
we've seen this performance before
that's right,
your grief is a predictable motif
"fuck your everything"
is what i would have said
when i was dead
or rather
unborn
a treacherous recluse
devoid of christ's guiding love
so you love drugs?
join the fucking club
we all wear matching apathy
and earn masochistic badges
so you transcend?
wait till you taste skid row
we'll plant your torture garden
and we'll watch that shit grow
devils in your ear
devil in your residence
god left this hell hole long ago
so we bathe in sin
front lines of tireless shame
family and friends
have been exhausted
mother bear,
where were you when papa forced my head to his waist?
were you washing the blood off my whites?
or hanging bleached lies on dancing clotheslines?
oh you weak honey-soaked maiden gal
what good are those fangs?
or mighty roar?
when your skull is thicker
than your bovine denial
we shall forever stay
fuck toys
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3. |
Dogecoin Bride
02:39
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our land is dandy,
but unfortunately
we have to share it
with these fucking oinkers
these private swine
disguised
as do-gooders
so we fly
through coiled vines
of ineffable
complexity
in search
of escape
and i want out
right fucking now
i want out
terracotta cunts
gather
and proliferate
leap between
molly-coddled narcissism
and severe criticism
diminishing pride
of this corporeal, bodily plane
your traditional values are self-defeating
long has vanquished the emphasis on the individual
here
the laughably bizarre
can feel dignified
assuming their wit
is strong and intact
applauding oddities
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4. |
Loss
05:08
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i. mother
your mother misses you
sweet, cattle-fed skykisser
strong was the quietus
sharp, suffer-filled sentience
viscous, injured quanta
melt me in cruel spring
soothing, cool
long dark sloth
how you rust and rot
our momentos are
glorious daggers
dipped in grievous ecstasy
i am afraid
to smile without
i am ashamed
to laugh with your wraith
surely, this must be a lie
rewind the same heavenly phases
happy holiday tapes
i cannot erase
ii. lover i
i was down on my luck
i was all alone
i was shooting dope
in an abandoned home
then you came along
and opened my heart
you were like some
guardian angel
or some shit
iii. lover ii
when you left it was death
i could have been an excellent mother to your children
i would have shown them love too vast to be fathomed
but you cut your heart out for work and crafted a crude kevlar
and though it shielded you from panic
it leached your exuberance
hollow-hearted is not synonymous with resolve
sure you wear his flannel collars
but you don't wear
his character on your person
might as well be dead
i can't find him anywhere
i know i can be hyperbolic
i know i can bend the truth
to yield a quasi-homeric narrative
but with regards to our departure
i am innocent of such exaggerations
o! how i yearn for those weekend mornings
with well-rested tiredness
we'd fall into our wholesome cove
beneath silk sheets
our bodies gliding with ease
dancing on blue yarn quilts
brief, fractured utterances
would allow us to bask in communal absurdity
you were my world
and with a meager half smile
you would provide me with
impenetrable armor
and brilliant esteem
until one mooring
you vanished
and in your place
a frigid anchorite
rendering me
untouched
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5. |
OOF
01:36
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to the bona fide "thug" with tattoos on his face
your vanity gets in the way
bury it with your old family name
gauge and replace it with hatred and rage
because you are a waste
and god fucking hates you
death is now the only idol you pray to
we are but wrath
choose to embrace it
or you can suck dick
and stay insta-famous
the choice is yours
you may choose to ignore it
but we can see through
the fake killer horseshit
i am the one who haunts you while you're resting
i am the grave that waits anxiously empty
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6. |
Active Shooter Profile
03:16
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you ain't fucking hard,
princess of tumblr.
here's a tip on how to shoot;
grab a pen and pad,
aim for anyone else
once their blood stains the carpet tiles
point that lit shit inward
you're gonna wanna sink at least one bullet in your skull
before the blue boys show up
it's so alarming how easily a five becomes a six
good intentions feed bestial worship
chat rooms in the far outskirts
support the troops
dipped my toe in the alt-right?
shit, i dove in headfirst
with cinder blocks
roped to my thighs
our tribe is unkind
to weak dreamers and
boys who play with dolls
we'll bludgeon their legs
and laugh as they crawl
it's not fun and games
weakness leaves with pain
it's okay to cry
as long as no one is watching
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7. |
Junkie Dunks
03:54
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young and dopesick
gone the sun
dunkin donuts
bathroom floor
you're on your own now
boohoo
outside the stall
world can wait
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arrogant, heretic
hang him by his neck in the town square
lord knows
sheep need scapegoats
the punishment for flagrant treachery
is public execution
treasonous creature
may he weep beneath the guillotine
sacred are the tenets that provide us with
an undying, steadfast resolve
arrogant, heretic
hang him by his fucking neck
the treacherous bastard
dangerspeak is innately prone to metastasis
so we must act at once
eternally tethered are safety and obedience
beware, the orators
with nuanced stigmatas
because sin is irresistible
blankets of quiet snowfall
hugging your thin frame like skin
keep us warm with flesh and blood
oceans of wonder and touch
outer education is a daunting threat
insubordinate
discourse is obsolete
we control the airwaves
he must bleed
so we can breath
comfortably
even the city of god
needs its own department
of sanitation to ensure
the disposal
of thought crime
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9. |
Gurlfck
05:01
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wallowing is widow’s work
quit referencing the worm food
in the dirt-bound hearse
you only live for eons
in a never-ending sequence
of tease and detox
i’ve brought thee
hydroxy-based offerings
and sundried tomato
vanity
lust in lieu of love
this feeble smile
blanketing my primeval child
darling, i’m all torn up
on fine dining
‘shank ho, you really think you can roll with us?
with those shoes? and that hair? and those nails?
pfffft bitch! keep your broke ass at home
you got no business coming
your pussy been dry for months
and i’m a bad bitch and i squirt when i cum
and i’m coming your man’
bad habits die slow
and the good leave with haste
peasants gaze in wonder and climb over their young for a whiff of my tarnished laundry
the world is all empty
so the mind fills it in
and a ho with no passion
is a waste of good skin
i’m inclined towards fine wine
and a relativistic
moral paradigm
i seldom feel compelled to amend my methodology
and look at how you fawn over me
you study while you worship and you take notes, but you cannot grasp
whatever i want, whenever i want it
because his crotch is coupled to wallet
broke is the worst
so fuck you and your skankho ugly purse
diamonds with no flaws
gold all on my person
sin and id
you won’t understand
you’re too basic
whore bodies are sacred
you wouldn’t know beauty
if it fucked you in the mouth
pity to be riddled with such
unrelenting doubt
if you’re looking for a safe space
try the afterlife
i hear they got bright fucking lights
no one wants a basket case
with dead skin and bad taste
sister, you’re a wreck
you’re manure with polish
i’m sorry if it hurts
but i’m just being fucking honest
the consequence of conscience
is you suffer with no solace
dancing on the monuments
that tower over your squalor
sure ho’s have no honor
but your broke ass is fixed
in a harrowing slum
where it hurts
just to exist
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10. |
Prison Love
03:26
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before they hang men
they cover their faces
with old pillowcases
to erase them
you parade in hiding
wholesomely abiding
i can’t obey cause i cannot behave
o! the sun looks gorgeous
from the prison today
i keep my lover
in a french faience vase
i’ll join them soon
in our unmarked grave
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