In the words of Phillip K. Dick “no single thing abides and all things are fucked up.”
Made this entrance feet first like a paratrooper with a death wish til’ collision with your coliseums
Nothing is permanent
this ceremony celebrates Insomnia Isolation and Uncertainty/ Just record til the voices go silent/ this deadbeat growing fatigued learning which mistakes to keep/ Manipulate reality with words/ words serve as the, swerve absurdly out of context still isn't diluted retain individual identity grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows/
Under a spiraling canopy lunar eclipsed by charcoal shading for the time being see reality is a dream sleeping community is a nightmare of being fragmented without being able to hold it together/ so we strayed away from to watch it crumble/ It grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows grows rotten and collapses into ghosts/
and to the ones who grew a root system where there once was none/ thanks for giving me hope for something where there once was nothing to outlet/ the disdain I had for the things going on around me/
Including, the elusive selfish crudely constructed frame missing a few screws/ that could have crashed to the ground at anytime.
But now this pen does that heavy thinking for me microphone grill where my head used to be/ delivery is peaking meters like wild fires scorching content
with a grotesque mess of text and energy/ directed by a kind of psycho anises/
poltergeisting the system/
the words are bricks thrown from the shoulders of gargoyle statues spider webbing the negative side of all our dominions/ prisms filled to the brim with opinions but there’s no substitute for substance/ those drum kicks should punch through the numbness that 9 to 5 brings live by the ink/ on the brink of misery feasting on that mystery meat they all like to call beef/ with meat cleaver I chop through this buttery beat/ Sinking teeth in’
Before it all grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows/
“The importance of having allies in your corner can’t be measured”
Uncertainty/ Just record until the voices go silent/ this deadbeat growing fatigued learning which mistakes to keep/ Manipulate reality with words/ words serve as the, swerve absurdly out of context still isn't diluted retain individual identity grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows/
With eyes rolling back inside a stuffy head/ Knife tip inscribing things that require deciphering to be read/ Materialized many riddles hidden in the process waiting to be unhinged./
Now searching further for a dream reflecting the intention of this existence drink the strongest brew of this filth for the contrast/ for the concept two points of
interference polar opposites esoteric hypnotic dirge finds solace descending further into this nothingness we writhe as worms in symbolism/ inconceivable ambiance heavy rhythm composed dense/ Phosphorus redeemer Head full of daggers another nameless soul on the blacklist/
the destruction of reason by illumination as knowledge grows rotten and collapses into ghosts and shadows.
“When all there is to look at is Faux Forests think of this moment”