Top tires of wrest

Don’t make it real

Fear is fun

Drugs for hugs

Loss of hearing high wash

Feint syncopy

Camphor n dynamics

Bitch bitch niche

Bitch n on your left bitch n on your right

It’s convoluted

No wired just guns n slag

I hope I hear more explosions in the near future

Anarchy of anthropology

Nickel Creek

Ought to be assassinated

Also my dad’s a rapist

High my fruits fresh

So you’re from the south ehhhhhh don’t care

You seem like terrorists
That’s a shame

That was imaginary and I was the host so you, fuck you, and you go die


Corrupt music

Bomb japan kill cj leave this place you fool

All crab on sale

Painted murals interrupting brazen vognito

False nests sway in time with the niggers

Fucking ass hats

Crap in your eye


So this is sweet none of you are welcome here bomb Berkeley with your lack of integrity

British People

War war war Torries agree with us or die

You’re just not bathed in the right juices

Abstract bottlenecks make gross disgust pepper dolls

I have no money and I’m a threatened species and I don’t teach not dance but I’m also not interested in self defense

Let them punch me and have justice a way

It takes a little processing but hut indeed processing time mc crazed

Why the forced moves?

Much fancier Elegance

Then have your way, snake

Die then

Go for it slut



Raw normal for a moment still soft in hearts plum no noise but abstract lily in style soft on harsh shock to tell mass of noise that soft clientele play tricks like harvest of sun to a tune decomposing great artists still just a pause make do skip in tune fairway star high mountain crest leyline of madness starvation & rent

Indent yolk slow feat has last feature instilled ideas in misters bag

Movement not withstanding I’d say it’s not a topic at all

Crest of Fall

Slave to the scene as well I’m sure so rest abutted to know the edge in narrowness to see great madness in daydream or say the reason often found forgotten lastly in a context distressed still slowly still

Haven for breeze birds know no tune of my name well soft in rhythm so they stall… In duty of shame

Lofty reason for the snapped ankle may have exploration denied many things to explore

Sessionscs still

The artists are in their music

But who knew they were so sour

Commercial productions

In the end they are just coercive explanations

Resistive disaster it seems people want in though it is nice and stray you insane fucks

Censorship, gotta


We’re making very good progress

The man in the moon lies face down in his blood, upset stomach roiled at grossesse of tort

Hymn, examining psychosis and prejudice

We’re making great progress I don’t understand why the audience shows up if the audience doesn’t want meat

Shy disruption at feast of hallway if all Fall made ignorance wail like summer’s jest

Heels or wheel deals

Tossing of bones


Fruit insolvency, abrupt

Remote distrust yoke in break of imagination jest still lost suddenly as who listens listens back

Your Loathing Impulses

Hit run strained touched listless needs no explanation preponderance of scent had no still hand of mine had to nest just hadoff had often wanted to know how old you really are


Problem thinks twice that he had no break in character grand his money’s gone more artsy characters losing it

Gained notion that something was actually done

Thought for a second that he hated us but possibly he was in trouble how’s that excuse today

How you connect the dots is somewhat inane but don’t destroy but all your pen Roman

Craft full disproven will which want to click still awry we’d’ve thought to see that it is

Some such too threatened gotta dash good luck, bitch!