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Rudderless, ship suffers the nights, I'm the night shift
And nicest when I'm left to my muttering devices
Prologues and epilogues sundering a crisis
To bite-sized chunks, might try to fix em if you're licensed
Turning all my weapons on myself, try to terraform
Parroting to learn, be a parody of paramores
Got the costume and the props but the play stopped
Pay off opportunity costs lost in tradeoffs
Trading off on etiquette, treating and mistreating you
A long garden path for the evenings I'm retreating to
Commonplace book notes, sleeping in the reading room
Meet at noon - hey man, can I rent whatever's eating you?
I got the base to build a kingdom in the sky
While my future and my past are running rings around my eyes
Like in tape decks, you don't antedate my at the apex
Sixteens in LaTeX - I'm waiting for the paychecks...
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Feeling like I'm living on Scadrial as a guest part
Harder still to get myself apprenticed than in Ethshar
Princess of Amber with the Pattern as a test, mark
The Path of the Shell, need a walkthrough at the Cleft start
Long sleeves, it's a daughter on the wrong team
Got the wrong uniform, wrong part, wrong scene
Wrong coast, moving from stares and high temperatures
Nodding to my edits I'm not in the right register
Rabbit holes have left me stranded on the underside
Undecided if I've been really lucky or otherwise
Moths lose their mouths and don't sup with the butterflies
Larva gotta eat twice as much for enough to fly
These are field recordings from a cold day
Warm room, dry mouth, conversation hold A
Silver with the tongue and I'm groping for the gold place
Solved a couple problems and I'm coping with a copay
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Don’t got the vocal tract length, though I hope that that changes
I’m over bad tapes, but I’m known to cascade
Lotta tracks if I’m in the mood, lower pass gate’s
Getting fiddled with, voice crack more in bad taste so I space.
Young kid tramping in the cockleburs
Ample with the wet, wet samples like an aquifer
And looking on authority with distaste
Dictators gotta nictate, rictus on a dickface
Honorary girl during playground fights
But catching up on books chilling in the shade sound nice
Sit staring out the window on a long ride home
They say the clothes make the man but it’s not quite so, and
Now I’m civilized, "it's a living" are the words I quibble by
Sybiline, like to live a little, never live a lie
Minimize LinkedIn, waste another Tuesday,
Sip another Cinderella, kiss another bluejay
Hope there's more to life than dying in the drains
Hope there's more to it than crying in the rain
Hope there's more to be attained, hope there's more
to life than mortals and their poetry remains
Hope there's more to it than muscle, hope there's more to me than brains (x2)
Thrown out rules, play the game in homebrew
Got tired of my town, needed HM02
And tapes and Pro Tools and lasers, old school
A place to go home or a day with no rules
He says I got a dollface, formica bones
Sitting all day, more time alone
Gotta work on my foresight, always composed
At the ballgame, courtside, form like a ghost, woah.
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Renovate a prison with some private refinements
Your time’s slipping by, little I who am childless
Tearing out your guts, don’t expect any jewelry
The best you can do is make a mess on the looseleaf
Can't work voice chat, antlers, her voice cracks
Banters in underbrush, they - grant her the poise back
Wondering what all the worm people wanna kill her for
Two tabs ill-informed, camped out, pillow fort
Problems could fill a form, stapled to her forehead
There’s room enough, bet she doesn’t groom enough, poor-fed
Looking for the right kind of rose in a thorn-hedge
Find love, lady sell a soul, getting store-cred
It was dark for a time
In between little episodes marched in her eyes
Of a war, of a maze, of a sign, of a tide
When they asked it was time and she cried and she cried
She took a bad trip when
The elves all asked her why she couldn’t have kids
And her voice is a mess but she could’ve practiced
In the dim, mind lost but she put it back in, it’s a win
She took a bad trip and
The elves all asked her why she couldn’t have kids
And her voice is a mess but she could’ve practiced
In a dress, got it out but she put it back in
Transfixed hard through her onstage Tartarus
Maybe she'd be fixed if she got raped hard enough
Beg your pardon, um, such is despair
For the tenth hour in while she clutched at the air
While she lies in the silence, time’s like
A tide to an island, beating in, life’s in alignment
And soon she recovers, little I who am childless
Her destiny’s in the same place as her hymen
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(Doxy)
I am Voorhees’s wine mom
Horrorcore season’s a bygone
But I’m outta time with the lights on
Bakuda and Lung done strapped me to a time bomb
Locked me in a basement and they’re forcing me to write songs
So sorry you’re appalled
I could take you off the map, a safari of assaults
Make a big song and dance, you can hardly do a waltz
Let me find your new groove, it’s in Amigara Faults
People looking at me kinda strange
If you see the world with age you know every yard of dirt is a grave,
All the same you can name me other writers and I’m not a fan
Catch me out, burying the lede in their plot of land
Like a sicko with dark past
Sickles like I’m Karkat, cutting out the middleman,
Mark that, sitting with a hardback, Dreams in the Witch
I assist the deceased that don’t cease and desist
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(Mt. Numb)
Help me, please, I’m trapped in a psych ward
My heart’s in a squeeze and my mind is getting quite bored
Lungs full of smoke with a tungsten coated soul
start to choke and then a pungent odors goaded out my nose
seeing little kids laugh among abandoned ruins
And the distant sewer grates thrash above expanding fluids
I walk in the black snow wearing nothing but a bathrobe
Tugging on some slack rope that doesn't cast a shadow
I'm not mad though, I'm so giddy that I levitate
I roll my dough and form committees with the renegades
On the seventh day I’m gripping sippy cups of lemonade
And playing pleasant games with pretty ducks while my brain degrades
Liquidize all the eyes, and topple Sauron’s tower
I despise every life wilting flowers with my glower
When I ascend to power this whole planet will be done
Give a manic wave before I roll it straight into the sun
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agony aunt (prod. ethn)
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Popping nootropics in a cocktail dress
I gotta get up from my bed, get my hotmail checked
And not a stock sale yet to bring things to conclusions
A green eyed kid, some pink ink on a blueprint
Saying yes to the dress, put a miss to the test
It's like we're getting vested in it yet we wouldn't invest
It's chess, or complicated, wouldn't risk success
The spits impress but something is amiss, a mess
Bad days, feel like walking medical waste
And til I'm on an anesthetic the aesthetic remains
History is like a tide beating ever in place
But I might be inside the undertow instead of the wave
If I fail, curse, if I ever pass, voodoo
And how you do the hair, eyes, nails, let's ask YouTube
When people smiling at me to be nice, acting nice back,
Otherwise I’m gonna lose my head - Mad Mew Mew
I like the medicine but not a fan of therapizing -
Wink in daguerrotypes, singing in a barren silence
The unfair sex test me, a dare to violence
And getting yelled at every night behind a pair of eyelids
Ravish some beats, but when the rapping decrease
I’m taking walks - neighbor used walk his cat on a leash
I crumpled up my heart and now I'm tryna flatten the crease
And at this point I might forget the point it rather defeats
Quarantine hurts me, I want more dates
They're driving past the sandpiper nest, Hawthorne place
And ignoring the sandpaper voice, off-form face
You separate them cus they're disjoint, Hausdorff space
I wanna build myself a castle out of sixteen-sets
And keep it pristine to death, do you miss me yet
I'd rather show up in philosophy than history texts
Do what her instinct says until her instinct's ex
J is for Josephine, O is for "oh great"
S is for snakes and the sound so you go away
I am a deity, and E makes me OK
Give me three weeks, I'll be calling this an old name
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Harsh polities littering dark odysseys
Been to art college and dreaming in arcologies
Steel arteries - birdwatch a night-gaunt and
Only see the things she really wants when the lights off
Not a chatterbox, odd thoughts scattershot
Fell into a rabbit hole, kinda need a ladder drop
Or time climbing and vibing with good shows
Get a good flow, be a girl without a footnote
Write anyway, occupy a headspace
Headcase, stand on ceremony til its neck breaks
Bet, put an egg to the test, get a nest-egg
People coming at me hit the padding in the chestplate
Check it with the x-ray specs when they start to retch, if
You wanna shelter all your people, be an architect
Time to merchandize, Tarantella Serpentine,
A suburbanite, small world turn an eye
A year back I was new to the terms
Thinking that my life's ruined and I'm through with concerns
Hours sleeping with my phone, gotta do my research and
Disregard what's nice, only true if it hurts - well,
That train of thought crashed hard, now I'm off of it and
Walking through the rubble on the tracks to the opposite
And proffering a little newblood
Any good snake can get an Adam's Apple puked up
Josie in a sundress, Polly in a dollhouse
Sarah in a greatcoat, Mary in a ballgown
Hailey in her blue jeans, Zoey in a tall crown
Kingdom in a bed - nothing's real, man, calm down
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There are new taxonomies of cold
Outside, and I wanna be alone that's why
I been dreaming and it's not a dream of home,
Capsize on an odyssey, that's gotta be the phone, snap eyes half open
Alarm app muttering a night song
Up at night, I'm forever sleeping with the lights on
But not even getting out of bed and the sight's wrong
Flickering, a second trying to figure why the light's gone
It's a lot of frozen night-stuff:
Twenty days' rain from topographies of ice-dust
Water vapor atoms losing charge like a light does
Charge of the light brigade, lightning til the lights bust
Transformers smashed on the power lines
Dew on the grass when the shower dries
Pre-dawn dark in the house, pass an hour by
Time I never know if I'm devouring or devoured by
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Shoes on, coat buttoned on my neck
Stagehands still home, know-nothing on the set
Every kid grows up, growing stuff into a nest
All the neighborhood's dark, trees brushing to the west
The middle distance towering in the walk
And I edge about random encounters out in the fog
And setting aside the starlight you can't see a thing
It's a daytime negative, a landscape in ink
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So, since the lack of light reduced the consumption
Of books and other stuff, I thought I'd use it for something
Break a lantern out and walking through my usual junctions
Dead branch filling every couple cubits with crunches
Stalk in the breeze, my talk was awkward with keys
I'm pitching lines out, separate the troughs and the peaks
You catch the crows on the road when the flock's indiscreet
And one house has water gush onto the rocks in the street
Keeping on the move and glaring back at the moon,
Repairman passing by, I do it because I do
And I'm blind, scrawling chickenscratch notes on a page
Quoting thoughts, how the wind could've blown me away
Downhill's a vale full of mist I could fall through
Rain slick road to the kingdom of a lost few
Backing up, frost in my soft shoes, gloss views
Branch black, moss blue, world in a costume
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Shoes on, coat buttoned on my neck
Stagehands still home, know-nothing on the set
Every kid grows up, growing stuff into a nest
All the neighborhood's dark, trees brushing to the west
The middle distance towering in the walk
And I edge about random encounters out in the fog
And apart from the starlight you can't see a thing
It's a daytime negative, a landscape in ink
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You better choose your words
Never gonna strut in jewels and furs
Train voice til I lose my nerve
Gonna get shot, put the music first
Altar encircled with gifts,
Skin of my teeth, internals amiss
Journal is fertile with lists,
Notes as I'm drinking a circle of fifths
Some things will not mix
Been one year and I'm still not fixed
Hope those docs got kicks
Been one year and I still got - dick
Better routes exist and my
Hindsight's packed with the henpecked picks
Hope the bedhead quits when
A redhead heads where the headset sits
Need a wife and I envy Adam's
Need a man and I'm Envy Adams
Need a wife and I envy Adam's
Need a man and I'm Envy Adams
When the hoodie's on tight don't clock me
When I go to take it off, don't stop me
Spellbound like a doxy, sat on the floor
Put my life back together with epoxy
Maybe write more rap
Bump nightcore tracks in the night, or nap.
More time than a Time Lord has
Get play from a dude in a bicorn hat
My name's Josephine
And I'm still stuck here on the loading screen
Not thigh high yet but I'm knee deep
Need work, CV in a VC
Or a VCR, so the tape winds back
While I eat these bars
Long socks make me read C-sharp
On a PC, meme but the real thing's ours.
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Been a year or two since the day I hung my degree
A name buried cept the scribble on a bunch of receipts
And how the heck is every rapper I meet younger than me
With how they move now you'd think that there was somewhere to be
Call this a quarter life crisis, organized typist and
Mortified that there might be more to life like this
Or time'll come to eat up my immortalized likeness
A forest fire flame to a fortified ficus
I court a kind of kindness
Ladylike a little so I lord a light alignment
And plus I got the armor can't afford to find a fight in
I started as a writer, this a sorta side-assignment
Loving wordplay, courier for cursive
A wordsmith, bang em out for warriors to curse with
I'm the kind you stumble and not the kind you look for
Play me while avoiding the pretty girl at the bookstore
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Wormwood and paint, I'm confirming my dates
And anxiety's a feint or a term for debate
Snakes that come close haven't turned her to slate
But the rare bursts of energy return to her wait
So it evens out, interview, call, set a second day
Sell yourself, quiet when it counts, let the echo play
Rather put the world on hold, get the heck away
Hard to do for free, yeah, this beat's made by neco tapes
Big day, couple hours down when the planning ends
Why'm I sad? Meh, I just do it for the ambience
Moody rap teens often grow up to be family men
Getting handy, get a den, get the fans to ante them
Never me though, I'm past curse screaming
Passin ages in this house, get the cat purrs teeming
Tryin cottagecore, oven got the blackbirds steaming
In a pie, in a wrap skirt sat, verse weaving
Filling several species of the notebook
Quotes and the hooks by the coats on the coathook
Throw a dream among the first, ovaries and undershirts
No release is undeserved hope my niche is underserved
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By night I'm with a lady runnin' Sutra-based metrics
By day I eat the thoughts of all the human race - breakfast
And I don't fuck with Earth, I come from outer space, rep this
I stay on that nerdy game that's hard to place, Tetris
Smarter than a mutant born with seven brains, test it
Or stupid and just tryna go a separate way, Brexit
I'd do this shit for days but you would miss the main message
Cus my lines are hard to follow like you tried to trace Texas
Bars are very stupid and barkin' em’s fairy useless
But with airy prudence I’ll go and spark it and bury students
Whether harkin airy cupids or cardigan dairy juices
Know my heart can only start for the star of a Mary Sue fic
I stamp on squad offers like I’m wearing clodhoppers
Even when I wanna make friends - flawed author
Jeopardy - one spin - dozen plus great bars
Buttoned up - Ruxpin - puffin’ stuff - H. R.
Space bar - I’m a rarity
Cus I don’t do my rap for myself or God or therapy
Fame-chasin, man, what’s a book no one reads?
What’s a look no one sees, a hook if no one breathes warily?
Gorgeous with no aesthetic, gormless but copacetic
Homeless a born ascetic, formless and so pathetic
Mystic to-night, I plant the runes of Solomon
For cats who chew on pipes and understand the moon’s a hologram
Getting high up in the forest on placebos
Then I satisfy libido - thoraces of mi-go
Running for the game and I’ll pass you on all fours
When I'm smiling big they forecasted a dark storm
Heckle mainstream til the rapper is all hoarse
Cus life is but a stage and I’m Statler or Waldorf
Barf up tangents, bars is damn dense
Hard as handprints on hearts that I can't bend
Not known for my on-the-mic coco ish
To fix that's my rococo kokoro wish
No bravado, sfumato in her cocky flow
Motto, today I made gelato and it's rocky road
I had a girl in a sidechat.
She didn’t like rap but poems could make her smile back
I wrote her 400. I’m like that.
Time passed.
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