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... --- 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

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.

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

(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 --- (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

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

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

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 ---- 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 ---- 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 ---- 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

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.

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 --- 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

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.