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failure​.​to​.​communicate

by 'i's

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traindelay. 00:44
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Freedom rings twice from the bell tower Crustacean click their pincers in unison in response to griot to attempt to expose their foes open weakness Goliath called David all ego Naught but see through David claimed Goliath was all feeble and proved lethal with meager tools Develops attributes of pertinent substance when them fools start drooling at the foot of the mermaid's pool You can help me plan the escape on the same day my faulty halo finds a proper placement to remain lit regardless of the wiring Pull my carcass from the coffin and place the bear upon the stoop Upload my stagnant observations of the World Below to the Land Above so mother brain can filter blasphemy from truth Doves carry all our protected information from the gurney where you gather patients who gather grace and patience to the station where they meet their maker and you can catch me in the parking lot setting fire to the car's of the deceased The smoke plumes smell Rust and grease as they reach to express deep into the furthest reaches that exactly how much love you share is exactly how much you get to keep And the reaper sneaks with cursed gold meant to feed you bad luck in your sleep Greedy-Pete's and 50 winks 5-Finger Discount your eternal comfortable furnishings and labeled each accomplishment you struggled for a loathsome burdening Your clandestine magma-heated passion Takes action faster than you can fathom Trust in the rubble that births troublesome giants with ease and satisfaction Bound by malpractice to the attraction of a fast dollar Watch your forefather's moneybags overflow with laughter They see my simple being and scoff I steal their fortunes Penny by penny for a dayjob When the rain stops I'll disappear into the aftermist and transcend into masturbatory act of always only wanting bliss while progress remains stagnant Wipe off your mess with a napkin Get dressed and take action Make tracks kid
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Slit the throat of the jazz poet and watch his words pour out God bless the holy mother of style Foraging for something better Tear past my flesh Change remains absent in your motion Pay me in water not money I never learnt how to fall when I learnt how to walk so the first time I did I killed myself.. You must declare that body at the door Half naked truth laid out on the floor Ease it in slowly There is nothing but dirt here Procreate stability, abandon health and begin to drift Pipe dreams of dietys One sided conversation with divinity Met with no reply but to occupy the silence is pivotal.
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eightcans 00:46
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sobermood 01:16
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Fallen warrior found in the heat Their sheathed slanted battle axe planted by a cactus seed Bred a desert bottom feeder’s Aquafina-greed with the taste of honey on the lips of a No-Man’s Land Belly up from the 20-foot drop in vital nutrients Every chest addressed with a symbolic horcrux We don’t just trust a stranger’s love You gotta earn that reciprocity 40 clicks outside of proper proximity but a 6-inch punch thrust a hole through your extremities Shoryuken that fist to chin connection interdependent on your “Playing God”-complex Button mash until these societal systems crash Trash the whole console and learn to roll Lady Luck on her double-sixes All fours for a fuck and revival of that passion plucked ripe off the fruit-tree (I think it’s beginning to rain) I rang the forgiveness bell and felt myself unburdened Rise from the Lumina Cloth of war and data searching Defined by the invaders of my family’s space as some kinda funky urchin Living grey and undiscerned Too many teachers Quirrell with their lazy lessons & two-faced dressin’ Hands shake with the fear of being called out for weak will and a drought where that cup o’ hearts should’ve runneth over Shout curses lateral once your back’s passed Strapped down to the boot straps Jammed-trigger verbal guns giving automatic backlash and a 10-fold ribbon of grammar with more spark than Thor’s hammer Eternal warlock pulled the pop’n lock Spit a fair grip of helpful hope-filled potion on the day the door to your devil’s coffin dropped See the crew jump in unison when the Goombas come Genotype Goulash masterfully crafted to defeat the hidden final boss as a warm up
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pileofshit 00:26
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about

.a collection of tracks made during the process of feeling like shit.

.cumsoakedregret was how each day either began or ended.
enjoy your period of self pity.

Mugwampers music coming soon.

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released May 21, 2018

produced by 'i's
mixed & mastered by 'i's
vocals written and preformed by williams ('i's) on brown grass
vocals written and performed on clattering and genotype by cunabear

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