brOKen from !*%^^*@#@ by 185668232

“Trust others as best as you can while preparing for the end of the world. I only know exactly how to do everything I should know how to do for myself on my own for my own use i’ve trimmed so many of my interests away to do music, like a human only has so much time and so many resources utilities on the planet. This is what it looks like not having strings. I know what it means to say. Here’s more than you can handle. people only need friends to mooch off of and smile! And whatever I tell them, they tell me back. but more often than not they only have materials to offer when the thoughts don’t get passed the way they were brought to us. it’s more important analytic and continental types of logic it is and is not. your name means no image object to the world, thus far sorrow solves existential quandary and social conditions enhance or decrease this phenomenon. misnomer unknowingly exactly reacting as receivers to transmitters beyond sky. neighbors so scared of thy thee themselves. philosophy is the misunderstanding of language it is the sickness of the mind. walking in the room ready to be the opposite of anyone and anything assumes one does. i go to sleep without doubt and wake out with hope beyond pass-ion. as if i had to shrug off this reality that constitutes and continues to attach itself to my disassociated will-i- ever wonder if the wrong people are taking my thoughts and fucking them up harshly. near ignorantly confident what if there was 100% not equal to me or mine. expecting all my thoughts and words to go un-noticed. i prepare by giving it my all, my all time! digging deeper for something so shallow planting seeds checking for both. to understand humanity expressed in human, there is more in music and art, intended for teaching and passing but trappers telling you to invest stocks in the US prison system. so, there’s 96 syllables needed. motion in sound you know waves of air, milking crude diode jawns. wasting breath dear lungs they sought expansive reality as expansive as it is. so to dance upon within and love content within. hence forth, release luxury so everyone can breathe. swollen swarth burnt brain breeze duh bruh. daughter fucking sick fuck. duh bruh! sad and angry some input processing different output. that’s only 70 something. truth tellers be lying. teacher be un-studying. pupils, corneas be dialated the dying the least musical chair. dared to care. damn swear. unjinx. how many ways can we say one thing? we rein street looking neat. hate chases my silence. keep thinking this sonic particulate does not need words. that’s a mistake. what the fuck. i have heart stop. WTF thinking the road ahead looks like a wall. oxygenated consumer emissions unfold at any diameter of my corny eye inside rods and cones psychologically damaged but with advanced healing and the best advertisements on the planet - no despair you - the best advertisements on the planet - worries are for day chokers - the best advertisements on the planet. it’s just that being human was uncomfortable. it feels like you have my now now covered. exempting my future if you’re not going to stand up for me don’t stop me from standing up for myself. these dudes break social politeness ettiquite with a smile and you stay on track with it for a while even looking at me like i don’t know and i don’t own up to them and you feel embarrassed for it. if i were to go above and beyond it you wouldn’t like me either learning to get down to my guard round you is not my helping me is not my veil up in public scale so i prefer to not go out either/or their competition is crushing my gorge! they want the same basic boring thing everyone else wants and yet they won’t work together. unfolded, the size of my pillow case, that’s the size with wrinkles and crevices of the human brain! trusting crushing disappointment relapse PTSD. cracks in the metaphor that’s what i live forward thinking straight breaking through. no one can afford the amount of work i put into this. no one whole mind can hear like this brOKen fist. ooOooooOooOOOOOoooOo :( <# light of abundance performance art reflects who one is comfortably upon a pedestal. my mind is the stage wish you’d accept my invites but you thought it was for masturbation slave bation probation amateur bation rebate ion! the cracks in the metaphor that’s what I live for straight forward though brOKen capital OK this is the sound of someone without strings. and iv’e been so scared to share my mind before then i realized it was simply taboo and everything taboo is more marketable than you are. copying some voice harsh maybe so sad so true but i cared a whole lot more than i now do. but if you want to end corporate capitalism so hard… the way i see it if the upper 1% could release all that cash fart it we could have free medical insurance and college resulting in a smarter healthier society that could sustain itself in whatever it wanted by mere equal trade and less dumb shit being made. the capitalism and communism and socialism would work nicely together lets say that for the back all smol - all put in the new grid with a new word like money would only be used to fund brand new designs of what everyone needed rather than some exclusive trash trap - we wouldn’t need to compete because we would have to collaborate to survive! accountability report - to receive your funding, their finding! … [ERROR_future tense attained…] school is free for everyone who’s breathing but it mind as well not be for anyone. and if you don’t know how to have fun you should trust your instinct to let the thought run and if you don’t have a real word just make it rhyme and make it hurt your soul that’s sold for the high market trade there’s a toll to be the mole that you keep picking thinking it’s a pimple and what the fuck it doesn’t sound like fucking sheot… what’s the sound of your voice?! these are default tones and my genre is genre! trust others as best you can while preparing for the end of the world. 185668232 loves you.”

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