02022020 from 365.25 by 185668232

185668232 sampled the NFL theme music for February 2, 2020's 365.25 + sang a lil bit - there's more but don't wanna rush it (I'm so sleepy omg)
*lyrics undone*

"Ignoring your own mind
For a symbol sign
That Late stage capitalism
Is a crime
Against humanities
& all other earthlings
so iAM indebted 
educating my kinds’ shine n grind, 
fine but why
here’s what iAM prided for
one song line lyric broken up 
at a time toward
trying not to burn out 
enthusiasm
of what I find & pass on leveled doubt
during dead bread months
crying lying down instead

it’s so silly because 
I’m caught up on rent 
have a months supply of weed to spend
on my EBT food stamp stipend
to make ends meet off the street
fending the future of beauty
against a faux friend
there’s not much to defend
pay me off in dividends
what once was 
computer replacement for lending
a bed to get ahead in this edge lord dreaded 
wedding of soul to skin
mind to head’

Palindrome 0202 2020
Glad to not be homeless
Have a space to hide out
And be lonesome
Making beats
For no body
Let depression
& anxiety
Wash over me
I’ve known worse
& this arguing
Is nothing
Of not knowing

I’m sorry
I’m not the one
You need

Progress of life
Watching process
Slip by

We don’t even like
The same music

Being offended
By not understanding

And I don’t know any of you
But I know how to react
Individually one on one
And or in group mass
Amen breaking up is fun

Stuck here until I save enough to run and cohabitating with others is a loaded gun of psychology

I am only afraid of fucking up dying and being super messed up surviving . Sleeping has become the only enjoyable action now since all of my pleasure hobby past times have been shredded up by the world for me. Being a dead artist is more meaningful than being a living artist breathing. There is no one to talk to about anything at all and iAM unsure if it is a traumatic response to having lost all the stability and familiarity with my past in my life or iAM simply naturally different. 

Needing at least one person always and to be doing at least my refrigerator art all the time seems to be annoying to the world and I find no other purpose to being alive other than those 2 tasks, especially since figuring out that those were my core interests after everything was stripped away by survival and having to entirely start over.

Telling someone your own sorrows while the other is suffering, is not a productive way to make someone feel better nor is it a way

fuck fuck fuck"

• Experimental
• avant garde
• glitch
• noise
• post-pop
• singer-songwriter
• Brooklyn