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Concoctions
02:02
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it seems to me
all that we see
is but a dream
its a party
just pay the fee
and let it be
life mimics art
absorb and embark
from where do your thoughts even start
if you have the time
just swing on by
a blessing in disguise
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a celestial state above the rain
its a place to stay although in vain
a full ashtray says dont complain
ive gone astray and lost my way
ive numbed my cranium through veins
a space migration through my highways
these sounds vibrate your eardrums today
while this ball and chain drives me insane
after hours
my thoughts are distorted
after hours
selene is in orbit
after hours
shes drawn by her horses
after hours
tie-dying a portrait
my anima's design shifting inside
where the sunshine lies on the other side
her face hides behind the veils of my mind
the stars align when she winks at the sky
she'll get you high when you decide to die
my flask of moonshine sings a lullaby
out goes the tide, lets lay back and unwind
this is your life, you cant go back and rewind
after hours
my thoughts are distorted
after hours
selene is in orbit
after hours
shes drawn by her horses
after hours
tie-dying a portrait
and im left with my two cents
burning this incense
and its hard to make sense
of it all
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Wednesday
01:20
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Farout
04:02
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i dont know where my head is it at
in the clouds and underground
ive never felt more alone in my life
while my vices entice another round
i met up with my friends
on the outskirts of my mind
half of me thinks im losing it
but the other half says im fine
farout
what can i do when im feeling hollow
and casting an aura of gloom
some might go and drown their sorrows
but id rather get high in my room
as of late my morals have been losing sight
of things i think matter most
assessing the decisions of my past lives
and wondering just where time will go
farout
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Thoughts
02:18
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further down the rabbit hole
of thought loops spiraling and bicycles
stuck in my mind, trying to solve whats unsolvable
reading the riddle off the rod of my popsicle
the flavor’s tropical, rain drop chronicles
listening to hendrix and watching these optical
illusions, communion, swirl around my room and
ask me why i’ve spent the last five years in seclusion
for the music, unreleased lucid
a psychotic human and surreal student
found black-eyed susans in the process of bloomin
what is death? her body’s translucent
is this another interlude of delusion?
i dont booze often but when i do, it’s elysian
super fuzz, blood orange pale mixed in with rust
i summon demons to chill with just because
well this time we discussed the origins of lust
to flow with the flux, balancing on the cusp
sculpt a horcrux before they suddenly combusted,
non attachment. i think ive lost my trust
ride the darkside til i can get out of this rut
with the tailwind gust camillo moronga dust
tuck on aera trucks toesides slides past dusk
five bucks says you dont know how to roll a blunt
or roll a nose blunt check and keep-a-movin on
sorry. my accusations are a bit unjust
smoke fills up my lungs like egyptian musk
this dutchmaster burnin smooth to the touch
a few years back, i was your girl’s secret crush
your shadow grows longer while living in a rush
take it slow, you know i dont ask for much
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De Tranquillitate Animi
02:57
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Surrealism
03:06
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holy fuck finally found time to write poetry
about sex, drugs, rock & roll, and some mystery
and honestly ive been drowning in my misery
the self-induced karma blues, repeating my own history
bad decisions hold my reins like veins of blood
and my lungs simply love all this bud i puff
and im hypnotized by some fucked up seductive smut
im trying to fill this hole that’s cut inside my gut
and at the end of the day,
all i have is myself
this world is such a lonely place
but there’s some comfort in hell
i watch her shift through the shimmering shapes
but she makes sure not to show too much of her face
i ask her if she’ll explain more of this strange place
but she just laughs and sends me back with such grace
i borrow some morals from el diablo
and jam out to le filles de kilimanjaro
my face is warped like pablo picasso
im a loner known as surreal desperado
and at the end of the day,
all i have is myself
this world is such a lonely place
but i guess ill stick this one out
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8. |
Coming Down
07:52
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