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 [To a] Raison D’enfer

Texas Fontanella

These depictions are the product of psychosis, and based on untrue events.

Fort Etude

Scene: Solitary Confinement

…That’s not a bulge, it’s a Bulgakov… 

Last ward on wasn’t always a riot farted down in the cross fire baby are you reeling the cheat coding in is that blur on your teeth is cerberus on the deets or shall I get virus and cute you like verlaine did me up in the sky fell down i tried to get off the ground i couldn’t get off the dole and so i hocked my hello and fold those dirty little yuppies do go take a bath in our red spit um
you was meant to like be my fiend I snort oui were in the same cage but the shallow state god to you w the false premise of malarkey or whatever the frack you thought was going gone & now sins in sanity I dunno what to drink against me and my sold fates still
:( wake me up instead

Just act natural selection. He's a consummate unprofessional
My pillow torque means
Such a bump its obscene
After bumpy ride they had to locktight me to the saddle
Saw Poseidon shake his rattlesnake
Like, this is the sort of fame only battles make
This one’s for you, the sort only rappers… hey
Just exclude the competition
You exude the broken laws of composition
Ventriloquise me till Petrarch
Could we get a pet duck?
Don’t golden mean it, jist super  low waisted
Having bananas, I can come on like this all summer
Take it slow down like all the bored drums are
Playin’ love is a Battlestar Galactica
a tactical terror
to the tune Milton Friedman’s Paradise Cost
more a paraffin kiss does
Chests rising like that Pasito fizz  is bruz
Tho my facts are de facto
They won’t defect yo
You central conflict of compound interest me
Got me on the blink like it was the Link are you into me
Should undress to the nines
That’s a crime we breathe easy as fuck it
Up for you may fined yore my rent
Boy, stitched up in one Swiftian emotion
Sickness has a quoter to meat
pi you in the face the notion I gas I’m owed for my tame
Implore ya –blow the flag up, Mayne
Get some dank cunt, grunt till
The lanterns with their shutters go uphill
And your half drunk cuppas go uncold instantly
You were meant to be sold in with me
now Switch positions, leak like pistons
To the tune Milton Friedman’s Paradise Cost
More than any paraffin kiss does
Head out of fizz like d’ Pasito is, bruz
Welcomed with closed arms
it was So dumb
Spare time spent doting trauma queens on and off
Tthe windows go like
fee loaders, crypt past
Trigger happy in their hoodies
A regime of tastes rather heady
Jams get bougie and I get boogie
Bored, faded and out of time and key
Diss like associates uh yeah gee
The cassowaries are to keep us baseheads wary
Near thirty but yar still like to crank it up till it makes em dirty 
Mensheviks
Might be your mate’s care but will still put a dent in it
With or without out Enough Rope, Andy Denton it
Rapture a couplet, feet in the air
Sway in the breezeway we both know ain’t all theyre acid
like i’m no poet, I’m butt another Kant starving in a garrote
- Maybe that should read traphouse -
And yes, you can clap
Now i like style over substances
Just driving over gunning it
Straight lying over punning it
Gait sly but I can run with it
Like I do the latest version of fash
When I started out just about earning that cash
Mere logic is I hear toxic
It's not a secret, he's just a misogy
Noir life rules the random nest
I'm slanted and enchanted by your best
Lifestyles of the broke and ordinary
But the files just say I'm woke and awesome rarey
All my own version of Lorca's scary
Everything I see makes me sort of wary
I stayed poor but daring
Thoughtfully blaring
The court system clawing
I got caught smuggling wisdom through the border
Corrupt copper did it, but it only bored her
Like, the wealth's only good if they don't know it's hoarded
That's why I say I don't even know what I snorted
I mean
I’m not a raptor, not a trapdoor, not even a carnivore
Look at my messenger. It’s a carnival
Take this food to accelerate like a particle
The only way like a high definite article
Finishing but never starting it
I got pardoned for my wit
One crack and the car speeds on the highway sideways
Looking up to me like a high rise with a migraine
Always high but since dad haven’t been able to fly the same
Talk to anybody it’s hard to hide the reign
Make your verses criminal how my ciphers frame
Me myself and I tell these whites so I can say I light the way
I invite the critics over so they will shy away
Claim these grounds so they will shake again
Read ahead so I can go on shipping ends
Meet you halfway just so I can go on flipping friends
Take a breath and another so I can’t go on I must go on rapping wrong, slapping tongues
Was a spirit, but now it's in the bong
Ain’t no hold the phone it’s a ding dong, king kong
What the trembling noon brings on
Day suddenly blinking off
Night sinking up
My iPhone beeps and vibrates
The room cheaps and vibrants
Greets with violence
Grins with style
Trips with files on the tip of the snake
We pick them
Up just to rip thru the fake
Don’t worry, Dave, it’s only written in fat
I’m not in love, I’m just smitten with fate
Just kiss it and find I’ve twisted your gat
the concrete swells like the backing vocals of the bimbos who  aren’t backing you
busy rationing sleuths
think you’re battening up truth
just wrapping up news
reports I’m not just high, I’m dinosauring
I look at your crowd from my cloud and all the minds are mankind of boring
I arrive at my engagement party and say it’s kind for you to be bawling
I had to have a job just because the system cuts callings
I have a few rhymes but they don’t add a lot to this slackened god
With a mouth to match, a rabid odd
Ssey tripping like a tongue tie up my eyes
And bust the light
I got a spiel but no berg to go with it
Just ice, and I beg to go with it, at the end of a pipe
Dream to get viscous whiskers and the retention of night
Mares make the living threadbare
Charitable like a sigh of breath cares
Parrotable like policy and just as bollocksy
Spend most of my maintain the rage on it, but this -brains brains - got hectares
herd it was a gunfight so I bought a sceptre
Told me to step up, I just set up
Would worry about the bed bugs but I don’t think they’re tapping my dream sequences
I haven’t eaten, my featureses change, ever woker tho and I’m bleeding clues, gone pollocky with pool cues, cleaning up the youth to get some my own back
To basic bitches on the weekend
Whatever writing I can sneeze in, then season, tell the class it’s reason
Don’t know why youse get up - every day is a rerun
when I pack traffic cones, I still make sure to heap them
Steal all your cats just to make sure I don’t feed them
Give your girl a second coming t’ be more Jesus
Flesh these lights, see the means o’ production seizing
Step back inside n  feel the sun
Then go downtown to seal the drug deal with a thud
No matter how I look at anything it’s seeming nuts enough, steal your bluff
Take a gigabite out your phone to make it more Appley
I’m that cunt in the lift sometimes found gabbering
That runt on the left you always find gibbering
Those bangers you left simmering till burnt
The idiot you sing with until turnt
You’ll notice this building is wilting
It goes on and off too - this is the kill switch / it out
For a vintage Convolution driven bypass biography how
We never talked of attacking high class geographies
Our never seen through plants to egg keith windschuttle’s house
Give ourselves something to really keep our mouths shut up about
Before let’s not talk about her happened
And Censored was there and we were all worried, Captain
We threw our hearts down to her so she could get past the buzzer
She kept mine for later. I didn’t notice; I was too busy preparing her drunker
Probably R was there, that Mode De Vie thing
He hooked up the exhibition that never happened too
But after a Spark appeared in the sky adjacent to a Canon
Truly, madly, deeply wanting a leader like Franz fanon
Of GBH for Six Becomes Nine hundred bucks
The tempo became homeless you got any fucks
Arrowheads the cutest psychosis around
The noise complaint evicted him for our sounds
R went a little skitz too few ghetto Rollie’s maybe
Ghosted till we were Hamlets ironing out the ray davies
Mixed aegis for ages of thug numbers, standover names see
Twas Red hot crazy
This is too but don’t nose longer phase me
And I don't even have drugs just registered firearms
That's the only way I achieve a higher calm
Cut off her nose to spite her farm
No one came to her help despite alarms
She's the definition of petite
Bourgeoise. Exactly the example of  what our push shouldn't be
The lanterns were flashing, we couldn't really see
Seems to meat cleaver the time spent in the sea
A parting of undead to me memory, an historical dependency, an animalistic spool of interest be plectrum to the metal bars of Leichhardt
Sentenced just because I like hearts
Do I react that with a like, heart or laugh?
Flaw and order imma cruise control and daughter your murders
Fire prove you can be losing roles and responsibilities cordone off your workers
Dream I'm worse, wait till you meat exclusively the beserkers
You'll plea it's not worth it, the words are too turpid, the spin too turbo Lister to the hospital
The show got pissed off with me had me
Pointing clocks at all
May be teeny tiny, but inside she's falling in clubs and organisations
The pub reorganises itself into the train station
I feel the rain at the bottom of my face
Go up and the activities of the slave traders blow shut as my clock strikes 12 times have changed voices
Spellbinding blame coursing through my choicest blessings
Cursing that anyone would dress an undressing
I can’t wake up
Were gonna go mountains but then went Strathfield
Barely sealed the deal and already racking her laptop
What was my room ransacked?? Feel
Someone surveilling at the pub, a grub
Too nervous when questioned too
grab his face from off its hinges
Trough around, yuck for clues
Start as a tongue, turn inta a lure
The ribs that are your cage soon turn to a lyre and it dinges
Like fingers in flame notions to flag broships & frame showbiz
it’s goin’ out on the town as my Magnum opus
They stabbed me not for reason, just rhymes
like Arthur Rimbaud did a season in crime
Fiction, mind still life - I mean lice - infested, insular
But now everyone’s coming out like they was peninsulas
But that’s just happens when a mutter takes flight when a stutter stage frights when a shudder’s grace bites back
It’s A don’t believe the hope man - classic
Like how I [k]no[w] you’re not talking to my girl when you say nice rack (shit)
Whenever I go, leave people my cash
Syd viscous looking at the beg picture
We love in a crackdown anyway it fissures
I’m Wanted dead but gonna live it up just for the things we say
So I guess it’s time I hock my halo too
Throw me to sleep in my favourite noose
Swinging in and out of these brain dead
Rumours that sing the bruise, how I never felt the shame quizicalling you
Instigator of the battle of Waterloo
Though no rebuttal; the water’s in lieu
Of a fantasy evaporating like messages, freedoms
Totally engrossing like a Monday morning meeting around about
Halfway to home means time to take your feeding
You
See duller signs in the eyes above - wonder what i’ cast, shit
you push uphill, Sisyphus
Catchcry like syphilis
Arrive in the city, buildings all snivelling
Sky snoring
Cued, spat back out
The wind winds down your window and reaches in - the power of these badlands
They like us, and will give you a backhand
Wake me up
I can’t wake up
Wake me up
I can’t wake up
Wake me up and save me from the nothing I’ve begun
To lease and take control of the
meaning is seductive
make lots of heads roll
with a show of gumption
in the streets
fight police states
unite the factions w direct action
say fuck the white rabbit
chase the white fascists
down thru the rabbit hole
of liberal ideology
and reclaim the capital thru
radical means militancy
hmm the bourgeoise get your
money for nothing and your cheek
for free Palestine see Alice whine the economys in
Apathy dont believe the hip its no match
stick it up your game theory
won't ever be the same clearly
didn't mind the outcome gap
not just why but how i snap
Out of it, hurting now and again
it all keeps flaring thru my head
space ships staring bove my bed
i call you   you're not sober
passed out on your four poster
mouth becoming a motor
snake in place of your choke
hold on a life time they removed all our
rhymes have been here after
thoughts swim w me into the wet con
gregate outside parliament
consecrate them for their larceny
grand stand up and be hounded
drowneded
surrounded by faceless cunts probably soon
Ophelia can bet I'll see her on zoom
zoom in on the fine print
think they patsy clined it
blinded as a battery charge
muddled up and dying large
er then life turned around and said hi
there's not really a point if you don't even try
the war criminals be seminal superliminal
glitchin is my trade marx my words
are not enough
Of that is coming un
done up to no good 
Deeds go unpublished
Now lets get goin with the noose coverage

Raison D’enfer

Try hard to triads, bass drums to hihats
Love hijacked can be like that
Need be kneed and here, the click clack before I fight or flight back
I wake up in the morning traffic n straight up have a night cap
Steal your eyes, then hide, dack
Can't take you shoe-ins. 'Ight, dag?
You got crude oil, cruder psychology
Always on top, but I'm the one bottoming
(Out)
Take your girl's clothes off, a parody
Now deep space nine, but still it's so aridy
We're going for the record us
Chopping Arrowsmith now there’s no chorus
The pupil and iris blink separately
Inside out and red ink, see
I is an other and always get the wild, wild west of me
Point you to the riot to see the rest of me
Make you be quiet to lest in peace
You American beauty, capitalism's in mode life crisis - Lester, G
You're not gonna drop me - mum was a wrestler; please
Stab me 36 times; I won't bleed
37, and the outcome’s Bleach
Captain Cook with it, like, I've never smoked math so from the deep end of the weekend so cheap, and turn out to help Carpe diazepam
Face raining avocados
Joy writing with a car oh
the RA drugged one
captain cooked cunt
my vocab's too big a risk for this
you can suck on my clitoris
the reason we the stalwarts
scause we push it style wards
tudiculate crassulent philagyrists
only always late cos we the highest
been doing drug raps since we been watching rug rats
awry you see us fumbling and go fuck that
shit
a communist what rocks
the gonzo fist put the cannibals onto cannabis now Hannibal only hang yourself
put the vampires out on amphetamines round
the campfire's selling ketamine
business
tho who has even got rid of two cvs
I never chased up a gram of 2cb
Dad got his heroin
I killed time on erowid
such good trips I've got a
brain rhyme from another galaxy
chains tinkle otherwise a fallacy
of missing proportions
Molotov abortions
don't need lyrical world play to split atoms in my kitchen all day
fit out syllables in more ways get dizzical literal right when right where
butches see my legacy grow better leg it g no better mc than ampersand
dope whether trying or not overland
that forking good
cos we the talking hoods
don't barely even touch your broken neck of the woulds
so very ill spoken I'm all the
only ever booked by an editor
I'm the it in et cetera
the kid that be shredding ya
faster than federer
yes I did pleasure her
and I'm not even hetera
justice a con
scripted to miss in this price war
all the sick kunts kissing the no
tongue twisting that aint on the dance floor
chu think I play with your pants for
I'm not falling in love 
I'm just falling in clubs
drawing in guns
and free
balling for fun
cos me and my mates trick more than the matrix we're in
arresting the coppers
munching on tenners like they be gobstoppers
and fuck the ocean g
we want that dopamine
you can’t kill a trip in the operating system
like look up at the sky and let it break you're already swimming with
our muses heads off
to the bar
for a few brews
says
da coppers caught me before I was on the run
I shot myself in the foot before buying a
diametrically opposed to enlightenment ideals
the gyre spins and weaves excitement I steal
W Yeats got nothing on me
trouble you lately that's why I'm in
the skillions
an interdimensional shapeshifting reptilian
whose eyes lies glitchy as pistons have
a super module
your doc
bottled
consider this to be fool throttled
up by the breakbeat
generation of swine
to distant doubts they'll ever be shore what it's all about
being the blurst in the inter nation an impatient in patient
is this real life or just a sea of fanta?
ionno, like, does shaving cause cancer?
he skinny like bryan so put me into bet
this guy’s too poor to buy a free tibet
or even really pay attention
the bare necessities mother fuck my intentions
were good job on the birthday suit
me and angus the grip had to be in cahoots
now you am i are a karma sutured mickey muse
dafter than punk
sounding alarms
citing civil unrest on this animal farm
when you said utopia is this what you meant
the brave new word
of witches you bent
more pins in that voodoo child
they don’t grow up they just grow
oscar wilde
say no wuckaz
just a psychopathetic ruckus
from where you can pick up a cig butt and chew it
2770
that's mount druitt
alive stinking and keeping simple and suspicious
more skid than vicious
Charlie's sleeping in the surf ants creeping out his stitches
help me become a bear
witness
to my ex military industrial complex
can't win for I am so lit I'm a rapture came down from the sky just to slow clap ya like last time I had sex was it with a drunk badger
rocking the hazmat dissing the nasdaq it
sneaking in a sack whack shit
all my rhymes on abfab blew yours away in Syria
no content to your stuff like that's
timothy learier
no business here just stashes
get in on it not fashion
don't need you to say it ratchet
and clanging
I'm eating rat shit and ganging
up on Plato's
caving at the plagiarism case and that's a biological tape recorder wasted
or so the story goes from the same hordes of superstructure heads
whose stories shown in slow mode show that their ekstasis
was never achievable no matter how they
fucked up the first step to being a fuck up
next tried for twelve steps and finished em punch drunk
Say their evolution won't be televised
but may be powered by a bunch of Bic lighters
like
were they city lights turned kaleidoscopic fractals
or just shitty nights we spent running from jackals
Like is that atlas W the world on her shoulders
or a giant King Kong tryna take it over
Not the horror of living
up a capital
what would Freud say
a mutated ancient polis growing concrete ulcers
full of rats feasting quiet on all our
Notes to self delusion try to take over our reality film see
cos on private property egalitys flimsy
the electric kool aid fuck you test
where vamps predicted to suck you dead
and something how she in it to win it but still she runs from drugs
cos too many synthetic hallucinogenic
dead dial tone
paddy wagon lights
on this street all is loaned
a stoner's throw away from a hospital hitch
and when they punch on them rocks will
shit we're documenting Brazilians that Gilliam missed and
he says he appreciates the entrepreneurial spirit
but if you see a seven headed dragon - kill it
cos they forge freedom as long as you oppressed
the sickest politicians since Adam West
where everyone race to board sunken ships
the United states of drunkenness
where you follow the invisible hand of Adam Smith
but it's really just the hand they be smacking you with bitch
I'm too hip to hop
too street to stop
too hot to pop
too ghetto
To let go of the drink
Im in love but it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Said she fell from Earth, but I think she must have hocked her halo
know I'm love, but it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Say she fell from Earth, but I think she gonna escape though
Said she'd be a CEO but she finds the pay low
Darkest alley and still she makes the stage glow
mesmerise with shadows like Plato
grab the times and mould them like Play doh 
Collective offence the opposite of NATO
Whenever lock eyes, after, there's a rainbow
This one's hard, and all of the lanes close
And she's still spent a week in those same clothes
Drink I'm love, but it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Said she fell from Earth, but I think she mustve hocked her halo
know I'm in love, and it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Said she'd be a CEO, but she finds the pay low
Air around her slithering like Draco, on the Facebook blocks like JLo 
Walking on stilts when she's told to lay low
Not much point when you know the chain's close
Still look twice when you see the rain's falling slower
And the shadows are coming out to make us all supper
And after, shake our heads into each other's
See what everyone got going's cheap nothing
But on this tale, I just keep munch
-kin
I drink I'm in love, and it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Said she fell from Earth, but she Facebook blocks just like she JLo
Don't know, I'm in love, and it makes me kind of nervous to say so
Said she'd be a CEO,
                                  but I think someone just hocked her halo…
Thats
Money without twinkle
Twinkle little star, I Got more weed than my grandma's lawn
I'd sell it to you but I'm fan of the law
's never really arbitrary
        cone up half a tree
they just give weed and take money without even asking
please
leave me a single cone and twinkle those littles lies that  keep the engine running for the civilized stitch up
flow off the
history is now so the issue is how
to toke it out into
the wide open spaces may be fried but, friends,
we'll open cages with pages (or was it pagers) I
don't want to pay just
to live like this all the bricks
I did were just the foundations
of an even bigger con
sists of stations
I sound litter on the way
to
Damascus I picked it up but then they whacked us  cremated us and racked us like a rolling stone
like a folding bone
pick up the phone
stick up the throne
gonna have to clone
a perfect alibi up
quick
part of us is gonna sky rocket
to Hades
cock block the ladies
hot box the navy
rat sack the
Lately
I've been struggling to deal
even drugs
when always you feel
your mind leaving sucks
the meaning away somewhere
And it psychs me out
Of all the photo sets too rare
You say that part is painless (according to me)
Thoughts prowl tho, orderly
And they're all of a dying breed with me slow
Through daisy blotter eyes popping out like balloons no
Good would start (or was it star?) to get longitude
Not saved, but deleted by the bell
Towers sell what's wrong with you flowers which I load
Up to date but, trust drought et cetera
the people of this nebula
with my bugged mouth speaking through the sneakers while I sneak in through the speakers and raze it into funk town's pure flowers of evol
doublespeak, a Johnathon thrift, I
Get on with the riff, look up at the sun and know times change faster than youth, who's gonna be rich from plastering youse?
I both set up and upset the standard
Tuning your girl just cause I'm good  looking glass forward to being the most rancid
Been stalk doing this for nights now
Gonna suspend your disbelife now
Time won't tell; time will no comment
Cross his arms and vomit
The only thing up my sleeve is a red flag, yo
But I swear jar I'm not as good as my dead dad jokes
Malice is my wonderland along with what's in my underpants
Put a hand or two up if that you understand
I wear Qantas cos I'm frequently flyer, but now with you guys, I'm gonna land
Higher
Than The Queen of Odds, I’ll bet
Will laugh, “Off with her headspace”
And have us run till stuck in the same place
It’s so she gets to checkmate (out)
Even though she doesn’t play lots (oow)
I’ve got a maquillage of anarchy for you at the rodeo and every slow dance has been saved to USB cru so
Sane it hurts to consider voting no the clouds're gathering below like pillows talk
About blowing the globes on, and doing it, if I may bellow, without any clothes on
Heads and frozen tales of woah your reputation proceeds without you and the likelihood's up, dude
It's dereliction of booty - from, this time, Russia with lurk
To the side - Happies' thrown up a status go
between the lines and berserker
Did the trick shot by a mate ship of lost sales steep
Ing off the plonk, deserts Bloomian 'neath our feat-
ured artist is just so down to Pluto I'd love to meet you could score five stars made of Play Do'h go firster it's lust
revenue raising the dead on my feed were mad for walking
Out
Empty-hearted and crashed
How you
Swore at me till death do matter of factly art your legs stall fellow me around about time to press play with some maw intention, but also by era
Witch is creaky, starvation for thought
I I was on the rote not using rugs just people as bad as Kerouac would wart, but it was on the root of all evol that I herd the hordes
all of them want to drool the word, but, Mary, only you take it satisfyingly under
whirled, I'm getting reddy to drink! I'm in love potions! And
The hole notion fakes
Flight of fancy thing it is,
y'know?

Homolka

The Styx flows out the Fontanelle on to Hell. Yeah, hear the bonnets yell, "We're running on drugs, you have to charge me. We've got to go topple the charts, G". Out there, yeah, so we got a verse in Farsi…
Running around for the house that crack built
Hit you in the back with the hilt
Just powdered milk; why I don't care that it's spilt
My thought crimes bigged, yours Phil and Lil'd
Overpriced, leave all our psychs famished
Like, what are we meant to do? Eat the language we languish in?
Sad
How these memories swilled
Out the front with the dog
Unionise the dead and their gods
Don't love money, just real lust it
What kind of pov cunt eat a chicken nugget?
May not have a dick yet, but you can glow and suck it
Till there’s a notion pleading girly as fuck it
‘s rad these memories killed
My car's so low I call her Frida, slow she an opiate. I sleep with her in the covid pit
George W chronic
Bored, doubling you, onyx
‘Dusa smoked all yo base belong to us now, it’s minor
Like this age of destruction, where you wake up still leaking
An army of meanings, but these are the days of our lies, and you are my rock
Bottom, drag you up to the peak - how suburban and code
Red tryna to sing Godless, A Rimbaud killing in Enmore
Slay for merci, grab French fries as Cormac's McCarthyism
Comes out the closet, but I can’t sell myself - I already hocked it
How’s that for fast thinning? Bring bring
Our ruckus kills off wannabes, a fuckist philosophy
Jacked up on prices
Snacking on ISIS
Slacking off nicest
I slip inside the lie of you mad hatter
Slapped silly by
The times are strapped casher
So fucking weird
Slow fucking beards
Goin’ out through the doors of perception sucking tattoo tears
A life lived sleight of hand to mouth
The sights orchestral
No one can stop only slow me up
At half speed, I'm still... throw a cut
Petrol,
It makes no sense, and is on your cheek
Could invite the medics, but they're gonna fleek
All the lines accidental off tap
Me and find your missus does too   much rack
Choose hypocrisy - the dead wind that winds me
Keep mop-topping, and carry out the town for a delusion
So when you pass out - just so there’s no confusion - you can do it in the coffin fit, but I won’t be letting it happen often lit
Ain't it sad how these memories tilt
Running around for the house that crack built
Hit you in the back with the hilt
Just powdered milk; why I don't care that it's spilt
My thought crimes bigged, yours Phil and Lil'd
Overpriced, leave all our psychs famished
Like, what are we meant to do? Eat the language we languish in?
Sad
How these memories swilled
Out the front with the dog
Unionise the dead and their gods
Don't love money, just real lust it
Like, what kind of cunt eat a chicken nugget?
May not have a dick yet, but you can glow and suck it
Till there’s a notion pleading girly as fuck it
‘s rad  these memories killed
Time with me, because Im like, get thee to a gunnery
I'm cunning greed, I'm dumb to greet, I run the - scrambled
Glug the champers
Bravado to picasso, a fat cigar so you know that's all it is
Still alight but a ball on tip, barely even passed but I forward it
If I was the teacher, I'd call it quits
Say halo to the town crier
Try to scream, drown higher
Love beyond your means
If you can, why care what it means?
Believe the hypallage, the hyperbole
The hyperspeed, me, the hyper bully
Hypogeusia is all youse got
Show up just to flaw your till
All thoughts are robbed
Spill all sorts of love
A mind built on rum
Bod’s billed the coke
Gets the car grills drooling
Blood from the ceiling into the drink
And my heart sinks like my seating
The pubs goes quiet but the streets are screaming
Not timeless, just bored of years, watching the barkeep glitch our beers
Only look to James Bond with you, drop Jaws
Scary, so even though I had a life, I had to hock yours
Cost little like a wifi, hijacked
IDs like my wifey - high, jacked
We stay hunted
Whatever it takes to keep the gaze modern
Whenever you're inside, find the rain sudden
Ha - I can breathe in GBH now
And as I leave, a pigeons growls
Doomed with a capital MtF
A nice relaxing bloodbath after the red wedge
Just go along with whatever my rent says
I didn’t see em turn pink, just pinko
- Yes, dear, if you think so -
Our police state of play it after
Party, I’m single like lyrics is, eyes winking out villages that had just got started, baby they don’t care
I’ve bought out some drool, now I need some air
too slow like a mall-cop
Appetite for distraction like we talk shop
then the company we keep ringing around the poesie
Ghosts up your nosey, and has to be rated above the cut throat of war
The sky on all four
Whores of the apocalypse - what, did you think I’d be boxing
Clever only gets you so wet whistleblowers
And single issue toers of the line they snorted
Into place and I bought it
Jumped from hand into my mode de vie
And from there, into my ode to me
And my shadows are irritable again
Can't understand I'm not my friend
sallows my cheeks, second elderhood
Buy the youth I'm shooting says there's hell to prove
The Only rules I like the ones the dead flout
So I guess that's why you had me at get the fuck out
Secret like evening, a meglo side act rushing after noon’s coda
Conduct, Mr After Ass
Like, please let me down during aftermath
Like, you do the bash, ‘nother closet fash-
ions
All you write now - rejections
So should your talking head pop up, I’mma fucking eject it
I Staid  negative
ly geared up and dancing since day dot
Just waiting for it to pay off
Saw me coming back in 2010, but I was tripping - it’s how I get around - and didn’t see ‘em
Feed em Rock bottom a trompe l’oeil, more just a bummer; The Feral Court turned Federal after just one summer
It was an error to make your eras ears - my money was always gonna fuck em
Debase the basement with some real bass men
Taxes fustanella, but flow more Nutella - less beef, more iron there
But’s my umbrella - your themes’re mine, and take your eyes off there
Publish erasures as soon as I get there first time, foreshadowed in Alice
And this was before I’d even done my adventure, when you could only call me by my namesake Dallas
I was always out of space, anyway, and I might go back to Mounty any day
But writing of my separation? Certificate three in off hey
I’m poor and trans, you’re law and fance, I’m awkward dance, smorgasbord of rants (aye)
Take over the map to make the rabbit hole the capital
Didn’t go to work, I had a cool; it’s like a cold but doesn’t follow rules
Twilight zone driving better back out o’ the ruse
Don’t win it for me, I win it for the race. My outrageous fortune’s to be a head-case
My outrage is for us to get ‘em headless, acting het less, upset the whole chess set when we let loose
Ends get truth bent
Can palm whole trees for you even in the distance
You just came at me f’ no reason with a diss stance
But Errything i do is bi fire, to be on my level is to get higher
May as well be a dragon I’m a high flyer, special like when high - the flavours
Sold you the stuff just to have ‘em raid ya. Show up to your party like hi, later
Do it just to make you irater. Talk ‘bout your girl, like I rate her
Split up your meth - that’s an ice breaker. Split your mouth and your eyes break. Er…
Fuckin smart subconsciously first in class when rockin lobotomies
Got big bags like I was a granny
Dress real fine like I was the nanny
Not a sein or a field but I’ll bring them the jerry
Not a ho but I’m always merry
The fire in my eyes that lights the petrol
Now the reason everybody wants to get cool
Like climate change, I climb the change
But I still got your bottom penny
You go for your drink but I already spiked it with G and made sure it was empty
This is something for Kate, I mean coke, so you can call me Paul Dempsey
The colas aren’t the only thing I got in the bag
And I don’t even care if aint ending, rad
The boys in blue are the boys in my room
Turning purple,
Detective Woods, you know he’s my groom
It’s my Ponzi scheme, so you’ll never get the bust of me
Just please don’t stop me when goin through customs, please
I don’t care about money, I’ve got other dream
Like
We talk about your missus and, fuck, it’s sheet
Cause I’m in ‘em and you’re not
May be dribbling, ‘cause I ball lots
Don’t call friends, just call shots.
Like a piston whizzed when you pistol whoopsed it
Taught you had the fizz, but I went and shook it
I just had a thought I had to
Represent the full spectrum of human inexperience
Inners always serious (oui) cool plectrums send the strings chords I a delirious rap mon
Sooner than never some hows in
To getting em howling an overcast off searching for Montezuma's lost dole
Check this one out of
my beer's alive
Over
the rest stop super smash brothers me into the
tron did someone mention
Tears
in an othered dimension
revive me
I have a ronald McDonald ray gun monologuing for facelifts
Coughing up for the latest in a shopping spree me
the macro economic logic
I'm just honoured to con op
a ray shuns me
back inside
the looking at you glass
Clunks
Together the weather when I throw it at the sky
Scraper teleports into the tele
Abort
your Gods
Two
remain mk Ultra violent
Three
(my?) familiar
faces that don't exist yet
Sounded
So future not even I could predict it
The dark we wept could fair use one of your tales to pin this
History, on the chair again
Cats cradle real all of them fatal feels, but he can clean it
Up, woo, and going for bronze,
Would help you out, but I'm never ons
Let us rest in pieces; When we sleep, we plunder
Thru the skylight,  bid on all the looser stars
The loser stars, bar fight initiator
Let's go. Stick the keys in the ignition later
There's overtunes of extreme perso … danger
Field dresses shimmy a
cross the Centre
link seen no better ink yet
And that's what these corporations are hon
Est
Ly thinking to have yours thinning
A buy up of the minds just to get them spinning
When they stop, the earth does too
Everyone's heart skips a beat when they see your see thru
We like to run out crying like our funds may
It doesn't look it, but I swear it's really fun, hey
All we do is the sound that guns make
Hey, just calling chasing some fade
Out, i SWIM in underworlds
Make the undies whirl
That dark parcel of the web if you gif me punsense
Undead but still throwing punches
These uniforms
Brag that we’re broken; hellos halo me
Return them next Tuesday
Elongate like your eyes climbing letters to Vaucluse
Where we’re shielded from our own umbrage by umbrellas walking while we snooze
Poets spraying for mercy when we sneeze
Baby’s brawn to run likes blokes are
Going so strong armed I thought we should break off
When they make for the brakes they just splatter and cough
Any hole is the coal so summer’s aborted all the sky’s corflute
Weren’t careful so now we nose they whir in cahoots
Weren’t dangled no carrot just factories
I was learning to play clarinet but I’m a prodigy on the claret actually
Banksy says mind the income gap but I’m just clearing it like a throat
Complain of the price floor I’ll just through the  glass ceiling it like a vote
Fly the sale chart high as if we’re keeling
Over it like a aeroplane
Since we showed up like as if it w’ to make sure the air don’t feel the same
I just open my mouth to go toilet, there on the tongue is a sign to let
They let you win, but only too scintillate
To the party even though I’m hosting got no hi def dollars why we have
to go heisting
Only just a rose but already fail faded
The horizon is hazing, and I’m a lover not a flighter
We caught beauty; worry for truth later
Copying the cayman the only concern the layman
Give you one whack with this book and your head caves in
And what spills out seems to be new pavement,
Perfect to write our  dates in
Playin’ dr jackal and mr hideaway
The Hades escape just to pimp your language
Get an SS tatt just to drop the anchor
And make me the one that rips em a new one
Put the is in nuance speak common as a Nguyen
Like this gnawing verse knowing no pounds
I methadone need to shoot I just throw rounds
At your feet lost to the dance itself
On fake, like fuck my fantasy base as well
All my real estate now hell but fuck it pays so well
Being itself too wants some peace to sell
Look in the mirror and I’m pleased to heil
Am I a errorist for planting heroin in the president's office?
For insulting old codgers with my eloquent doctrines?
For inviting riots to decry it all the president's options?
I'm intelligent often, I'm the resident boffin, I'm selling your coffins, inventive
a god send me down to change the face of rap (crap),
now whenever we play they claptrap back
to the clawing, bored and faded
the drawing board was always awesome jaded
I'm bold and brain-dead
Sold out and tasteless
have the language virus
Eating up an anguished iris
I'm very good at dissection
Highly likely I will die sectioned
On the outside in
We let the bouncers
Spin them away from daggitude
You don't have to do with it a dagger, dude
Looks like crazy

I scrunch my heart out of my treasure chest for her yeh yes
Is autumn in there when I turn the coroner, test, test.
The red carpet rolls up the stair
Case A Robertson Crusade for the only drug we dare do - shade
knock on the woods commission
Keys to the kingdom in the ignition
Download the files unzip the body bags
Big yellow taxi and some bees knees, if I’m to be frank
O’Hara, aura, I don’t want to give it to banks
The sky was crystal meth in the pictures you would fake
There is no groundhog zero day, a Wore in Error, hey
the broke is joke, is this a woke?
Call your head a Bram cos it needing stoked
I;m the high Definition of aussie whack now i got my cossie back
Everyones buzzing like we was mozzies
Don’t sting tho, we not the police
Like, don’t join them, anyone, pretty please
Pro Heart, Set up good samples for young men and women
Your traps suck - you only got young thinking
I’ve got dumb wisdom, all it’s crumbs bitching like my tongue’s itching but my lungs wig out when your wife walks into the room
Get me so high I could walk into the moon
Leave me so boned I’d even call you funny
Not a cam girl, i just happen to have Camelot
I dont have drugs, i just like to run a lot
I’ve bean around the block so don’t call me cannelloni
Give me the whole country and you’ll still fucking owe me
Turd rappers say i’m too gnomic  - like, get off my turf, you dont even blow me
And if you’re a terf, yeah, you Kant fucking know me
Haven't taken anything, just my eyes are glowing neon
Or was it growing??
I’m on my knee and now they’re overloading
Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got
till it’s gun
Paves paradise and puts up a corker like
Don’t it always seem to go that you don’t know what you got
till it’s gun
Free Palestine, decide where you park your life
Oh, don’t it always seem to go
They pave paradise. How d’you do Parklife?
Ern Malleying my sleeper because I’m a keeper
Jeeper Creepers, heaps of capers on a bagel
Like, be my bae? Cool. All the M’s bitter,
But it’s sweet, the ordered from SIM’s phoney
So, we don’t get knocked up, but down again
Beetlebump, what you’ve done plent’
If anything could ever fail this reel for never
If everything could fall that goon again
The only thing I’ll ever ask of you, you got to promise nods will stop when I say I got my head checked when I was Mark Young
It’s not a Tyler - I’m a Goblin
And the heavens belched me up for you
Now my shadows sleep in (or was it with?) Vaucluse, foreclothed fortunes (clues)
I’m a body-dead asiocialiability, Sonny Boy Williamsesque these hits
Out of the car into the parking lot and start to feel seasick
I walk the plank into Woolworths see what their rule’s worth
Um, all i’ve got in my pocket’s my heart - Naked Lunch Poems. It’s by Will I Am Fool Served up
The decisions we made in
Eros as we skidded across the terraces
unburied all the heavens
we shot you with phones and tablets etc
The flashes had me flush it was incessanter
taking out the trash talk to me,
a blister in the sun stroke
Surry, not sozzle about the gun smoke
Give it five
Leave and let die
I'll grieve when it's pies to the face
Book officials in the sky fatally fissures
Seeing who I am
Another wig in place of Em
DMAs on the stairs there
Splurging on air five bucks a breath
How many of those gets you undressed?
Creepy, but'll make you immortal without weird taskforces
Video stills may give extra arms and tusks, call me ahead of the curve ball
Never had the fourth, so they went out and broke the third wall
Transpire to literature's homelessness
Though don't hoedown less is more
Whenever throw down, glow from my nein nein nein clause
I'm the one riding the laws in this planet
And only when I get bored snaps do I can it, obsess the damage overdrawn sandwich
I'm broker cos I left work so you could stay if we was having tissues
Now whenever I walk into the room, they file me new issues
If a grown up - grow up
Don't give em out cos we owed fucks
Belchin in court, pardons me, really
Ain't got a life, so I'm after three, clearly
Wouldn't know who those parcels be
It's a ship of fools love, will to power play
You say you're there for me but are an hour late.
And It feels like a set up, my treasure gets tight
Your moods change weather, now it’s fight or flight
I go under - the ocean takes flight
Dont want to get better you just want to be right
It feels like a set up, my treasure gets tight
Your moods change weather, now it’s fight or flight
I go under, and the ocean’s alight
End of an aura, good riddance;
I’ll have the dime bag of my life.
Lines out of this world but I writ em
Too commie for blues, but rhythm
Flip you about like drugs or the seaside
Likes the classics, so with her feet
Flies everywhere like she was cheap fries
The Big Mac dealt with in other verses
Awful lot of crows for a snack
If this ship was a phone, it’d totes be a burner
Still give a shit, lie’ any gross bummer
Put the date in acetate
The late in accolades
Oh, they put me on a diet, guess you could call it keto
Don't wanna die yet, but yes you could say I'm emo
The eyes we slip around in
Are Overexposed ya. She knows just what it takes to make a sovereign
All the toys blink she’s a spy
She’s got Homolka eyes
And gaslights like she gonna make dinner which she ain’t
Fast lane unlike all the food she didn’t ate
Look too long & her iris pixelates
Any step picked & it's too late
Leave ya dumb, struck; the accord has a big delay
She rents other minds to get up2 a bigger place
don’t do it cos she knows there ain't no better place
Be'd the director so they couldn’t place her centre stage
So stubborn got rid of her she still didn’t went away
Said wasn’t there; we was mental case
Now you call me Pete Murray; I seen better days
Could've mentored the race, 'stead dementored my page
Demented, enraged, demanding our day back
Give you the shits but don’t say bout the payback
Like shit - we wasn’t meant to say that
But my erasures was always dated (or was it fated?)
Win tarot cut it out like the rest of us on the playback
Overexposed ya. She knows just what it takes to make a sovereign
All the toys wink she’s a spy
She’s got Homolka eyes
Attitude without conviction's the grime for which we’re convicted
Getting class the war for which we was conscripted
Haven’t touched the page, but still manage to rip it
Wasn’t told the sitch , still manage to trip it
Got nothing , or the money to trick it
Count metaphor cards like they was my Fitbit
Ain’t IBS; i'm just always shitted. I see a gap, I've got to bridge it
If things move up, got to stitch it
Up2 a test done, sif praise, ya gotta bitch it
Average as a Bridget, or why I’m not rich yet
Mean like girls, or why I want ditch heads
I didn't do it, only the litmus
May be the killer, but I’m mainly the witness
to Karla Homolka eyes, sipping kalimocho, guys
say she only been loco just twice
And she don’t need mobilise; her and her mouth got mobile lies
We don’t need guns, nah, just load the shite
Overexposed ya. She knows just what it takes to make a sovereign
All the toys drink she’s a spy
She’s got Homolka eyes
She’ll tell snitches you snitched, bitches you bitched
Distributors 'bout the batches you botched
The heroine the meth you shot
It up, a made to order bed that rots
I know even less than I'm letting on
Said I getting up when I was getting on
Ain't it a nice day for a white trash wedding? the song
Entered my circle to make sure I wouldn’t belong
Burgle my mind, so I might be long
Stole the dawn just so night could be strong
Theory long enough and naught be strange
Made me a zero b' now nought’s changed
Together out there, but joined in finity
Splitting like a tongue or infinitive
It changes colours like autumn - criminal
The postmodern’s post-mortem gone official
It's loose as a goose and setting up from signal to jest go on mauling ya vigils
I overexposed ya, and I know just what it takes to mock a sovereign
All the toys link she’s a spy
She’s got Homolka eyes
I just say things i dont amphetamine
I’m not the worst; that you’ve zined
I had a checkered past but it bounced I just asked for a tenner and they gave me an ounce.. We will be
Getting aided instead of raided
Become state crossed lovers blubbering at our own immortality
Our paranoid bodies hid under covers
Suffering in our own formality
Only wanted dead to each other
Bred till we governed 

Your credit savvy leather chassis 

Move into our streets from your garden

The twiggy azaleas already laughing

You weren't there but your connies ran aground gluetown 

Take away is it buckles (buccals) me, not bucks with me

File it in, but forget the witty plussing 

Plushy roles in our perversities 

Running a train from adversity 

Burn'd be g, if no ruse

Breath would be good, if not, boos

What was I meant to do, who was I meant to be?

If I don't have one, how can I be selfish?

Sell kids, well wish, but don't ever tell it

Like it is, like it - history is dangerous

I'm present and rearranging it, laming it

Accusing me, is there any sense tho claiming innocence

When the world and us are oft against our inner sense?

So away from sense we brothel creep 

Offal cheeks as you finger my trigger 

Warning me, or was it a snigger?

Imma get bigger than Jesus 

And everyone wheezes 

Not that anyone can or will read us

Ease up? Geet fucked. I'll leave this world

When I'm just stopping in, not on top of it…
Truncated drunkenness sunk my battle shop

You walk into the room and my rattle stop

Even though I'm still shaking it

Said one word and you braked it in

Slink or swim raising bets praising debt
A bet off but still a lesson i think there for I’m deconstructed away from youse

I bit off less than I can rue
You do it on the regular, we do it on the jugular…