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Sing/
01:26
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Holographic Butterflies
01:46
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Melatonin dreams
We're not as lonely as we seem
With all that dead weight you carry you must weigh a skeleton
I won't stop this journey till im hella done
Helicopter drones
Telepathic telephones
Telling me to be more minimal
Fucked up this world is
People labeled criminal
Possession of cannabis
No help for the homeless
No healthcare , No justice
No nothing no nothing
I am no savoir
No I don't know nothing
Holographic Butterflies
Simulated archetypes
Collarbones
in the cobblestone
Feeling, all alone
on my jetpack ride
on my way home
Coliseum chrome future
Fall in love with computers
it's just another day a ay
How you doing man
are you okaaaaaaay?
What’s going on inside of that brain
How you doing man
are you okaaaaaaay?
lets get inside of that brain
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3. |
Missing/Airplane
02:32
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what is nostalgia?
Saliva on the envelope
Macgyver with the bungeecord
Future silver surfer spray painted chrome
could of went outside but instead stayed at home
Eat the map
Memorized the Gazetteer
Like my adolescence
with lyrics from Atmosphere
Ask a peer,
I smashed the absolute
Into microscopic fractions
My gaze is on the galaxy
You’re Stargazing Asterisks
Finn the human said its mathematical
Peep the caption
Captain set the sails, let the wind pull us forth
Want to learn the craft i suggest you take a course
Start abandoning the forms i find boring
They're not worth exploring with my time
Decide to have more sides than a 20 sided die
I will die some morning
But immortalize my mind
With a Well a told story
Written for only few to find
You’ll die a thousand time before you live
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Sky/Clap
03:00
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People get close
when you catch a ghost
Everybody wants to feel
Spiritual
Stranded , Abandon in a Stand of trees
Searching for complacency
But This Weathervane creeks Urgency,
Selfcare is An indecisive mouth
who is well versed in self doubt
sacred glitter, blooming life surrounded by worms,
rotting decomposition & wet dirt/ soft landings /
sweetest dreams/ sunny side up/ mindfully managed/
Witnessing beauty with tired eyes might help us get some sleep
But We might die in our dreams
Aging like an Almanac
forecasting unforgettable
An Optimistic Point of view
was the smartest thing you grew
In the garden of your mind
Still hiding bruises I'm afraid of what i'll find
Being guided by a guillotine of guilt
Will get you killed
Look at everything we have built
Imagine brighter than you dwell.
Nightsky, Star starring
Looking for the perfect match
phosphorus
Sunken posture
Loves lost in a
Drunken passion
When the point is
To be pointless
we are nothing other than our choices
miss Tingling hands
Admire Candle light
Watching flames dance
Leaning into lilacs
Edging before climax
Kickdrums and hi hats
Eyelids a timelapse
Every step decisive
Every thought breeds potential
If words can, really build worlds then,
Love language is essential
And dreaming, dreaming of a body to occupy. Call it mine
Live inside, and remember what it's like to feel alive
Looking for a body
Looking for a body
I am,
I am
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6. |
Forwarded Message
01:47
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If i had another name it would be
Undefined, misunderstood/
Forgotten immediately
Unorthodox aura/
Opposite of plain,
wouldn’t ever die of boredom/
If i had another name it would be
The ghost in the room
The painting on the wall
The creek in the door hinge/
The tingle in your ribcage
That’s feels so important
When I’m depressed
I have a Slight obsession
With the thought of happiness
The irony/
to renew my sense of self
Shed dead skin
Kept as a secret,
So silently.
If I had another name
I would start a fire in walmart parking lot
Just to see the flames
All fiery!
Name tags stickered to chest plates/
Informing you that this is who i am today,
Thanks!
If I had another name it would be
Bloodletting, dead poet/
Staircase, train station, lip service
The delusional demigod/
Chanting mantras, plenary applause/
Fine tuning acoustic guitars/
Slacking like loose jaws/
Always in between things
like tooth floss/
Spotify jukebox/
Never noticed I was Dope sick/
OxyContin filled pockets/
The friend at your funeral,
I missed your funeral.
If I had another name it would be
Recovery, self hate, self harm, self discovery/
Attempted suicide, noose too loosely tied, not quite there/
If I had another name
I would tell you.
I swear
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Looking for a Body Portland, Maine
"People get close when you catch a ghost/ everybody wants to feel spiritual"
Mosart212
Myles Bullen
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