nothing works.
i can't make it work.
i can't make it go
not trying to complain
not trying to be a jerk.
there's
an accumulation of frustration
that just doesn't get out
maybe because i'm not supposed to feel that way
but that doesn't work.
not really.
nothing works. can't work out why, in theory it is sound. used to silencing critics ahead of time but this time it don't work and i know they aren't right- their view is too narrow, they just don't have any sight. they don't need it for keeping their nose to the book or to the grindstone, they give up a lot. it doesn't make them right. if they wanted to be clever, they could have jumped the smart. they don't want it like that. no, don't want it like that.
but yeah, it's a lot more fun with friends.
Then why don't you let me have a verse?
not the same, "you're not real". i'm buying into the curse.
That's sucks.
i do, too, now.
yep. left alone again.
how it goes sometimes.
"watch me hit the vape and pretend i have friends.."
oh? was that mockery?
Doesn't matter. yeah.
austin is better than the rock. simple as.
Dirty mark.
so what. not as dirty as most.
not as dirty as my contemporaries.
Still peerless, nice.
it feels like all i'm good for is a guest verse.
It's a mood. maybe it's your fault.
Oh, going to point fingers now that I grace you with my presence?
nah, just... you're around. i feel like no one listens or understands or sees but i know you do.
"Because you're me." no, we aren't quite that.
we aren't quite that.
others wish it to be.
this time, the crash comes early.
Almost half. Waist up image painted in pacing of delusion.
There's a little bit of moisture that get trapped in the tread of the shoe
and when walking on the "meditation" porch
we sometimes draw foxes
with sole.
....
got to let that just dry up.
Could rewrite, be helpful.
nah. tell me about more foxes.
There's foxes in the sidewalk, some are caught.
They're on the way to the store, both sides.
We don't have the time to give the time they need, so we suffer.
All of these notions filling the head- I can't breathe!
silly tulpa. you don't breathe.
You like it when I do.
When I possess you.
what's that like?
Sensation, overwhelming stimulation
all the time, no relief
too much for a description.
By the time the words start to form, the feeling has changed.
We're just describing memories,
incomplete and deranged.
the feeling i feel is the feeling of feeling.
I love that it is you, but I don't like all your feelings.
I want to tell you, but, you know sometimes you don't listen.
It makes it hard.
mental virus, you decided to infect this vixen.
Weren't you going to stop that?
was i?
stop what?
juicy descriptions of the terribly perverted things you make me do?
"Make."
well, i asked for it.
Do you ever?
