Genre (None) from 365.25 by 185668232

Thumbs up gonna fall off
Texting from my studio loft
Messaging voice & video
Knowing you’re in this city too
Illusion of possible
Sequel equal community circuit
post apocalyptic apostle woohoo

With their Fancy shoes n hair
Making content to share
N care about where their future
Stares them in their here n now
Trying not to imagine
lost n found
Desperate stalkers
Waiting around
Swearing in on

Secondary
Counterparts
I cannot focus
Thinking about
Your grinding through reality
More afraid than me
Posting positivity
Still using me as fuel cells
Leaving me & everyone youll get close to, empty

Actually
Mirror neuron feedback
Would show you
What you’re doing
As if I’m trying
To
heckn sheesh
Tell you what to do
Delete all personal data media
That isn’t art related
So good luck seeing
It listening into

What I never wanted
This to turn into
Why I tried to jump off the roof
Or cut out my throat knowing this
And what I should be doing
So I’m not homeless on the streets
With you taking everyone
I introduced you to
Who you have no plan for
Other than persuading
To chase you for what they
realize later
Or maybe as soon as
They hear these singer soundscapes

Knowing all well too soon
Other lyrics from other songs
In this collection
Cant be helping
The cause
Or bending the spoon
With the womb

But when I tried to get away
I had money
I was told it would be okay
But you ran away instead
to another honey

You guilted me to stay
Because it was your birthday
Then when you were in Miami
And told me to keep the place
& people wanted to pay
But You changed your mind again
But it’s as simple as saying
I will take this if you don’t want it

And if I were the one to fade
You’d be pissed n toss shade
Blaming me for career making
At a speed you can’t take
Of crazy number numberings
Too far gone
Can’t come back on

Like a full speed train
Having to stop but rain
Makes a sliding
& it flips up over itself
Trying to
Be anything to anybody
Other than this
And that’s really nothing
Shit taking someone
In a sonnet to the future
Will do the same too

I can imagine if you were on drugs
To get your way without
Having to take off your clothes
And stand funny
With yo ur hands up

Videographic memory
I see frames flash before my pineal gland third eyes lens slash cover skin veins carry sensory shapes
N stories infinitely

ephemerally

Disappearing into oblivion
Of which witches are my dreams

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