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KID SOMA: (body part A. lyrics) [MID-DEVELOPMENT]
~Visitors take note, consumption of my prose via throat
~breeds comprehension sour, like being stuck in an AA intro’s most
apprehensive hour,
~reluctantly seated with your minds easily defeated
~and you signed the insurance negation?
Your ill tummies best fuck off with any sketchy sensations.~Can’t blame me; I didn’t plant that tree
~of verbal dynamics. It sprouted up slowly from the most wrecked titanic
~of youth (yeah I swear that’s the truth)
~sunk in the suburbs by the most sturdiest iceberg,
~she insisted I take time to calmly climb cliffside.
Witnessed my orphaned integrity’s suicide
~which permitted the cleansing hollow;
Clean brainspace for the soon to follow
~nihilistic teen musings, but these do tend to get confusing,
so brace yourself, boy scout.~I preached as a truly noxious sinner, my sermons caused nausea and churned many innards
~into pulpy sick mess, but still the parents came and commenced.
~Made me step back in terror, still stunned by the light; a skeletal Chairman with a predilection for night,
~but now drained, starved, beaten; publically exposed, amphetamine for breakfast helped the identities flow.~A prowling predator pinpointed this wounded starving artist, I a prize prey worthy of this plague’s prized catharsis,
~and so I laid helpless, a victim of Catatonia’s envelopment;
inert slumbers of stagnance (good tidings from the malevolent)
~and this coma of stillness bore gifts of mighty Morpheus;
midnight adventures earned from my unsteady worthiness.~Now resulting dreams of violence spit out visible cacophony spawn, bred solely to strangle all the remaining monotony
~still gallantly haunting my dizzied space station house.
Fogged with paranoia, still spooked like a mouse,
~I build emotional security with the utmost complacency, all while my maxed pupils flash “NO VACANCY,”
~full up with the most vile internal dwellers, insatiable appetites to escape from their hell here.~Bottomless pit stomachs ingest faster than I can work,
like Kirby trained these fuckers how to cast berserk?
~These neurological poltergeists now define my right to live,
declaring my role as a person uniquely exclusive,
~my role as an organism fraught with molecular inclusions,
like how a dust speck just barely intrudes in
~doomsday space cosmos. (But is it really difficult? No.)~I’ve offhandedly identified the ice-thin line between perfection and pretension,
a cure for writers block and artistic detention,
~but fuck me; I caught Dragon’s cough fire,
an exhalation might melt; a cough could be dire,
~but that’s nothing but personal tendency, cycling
destructive behaviors haphazardly in hopes to eventually make me sound seemingly
~not high, mom. (Hi, mom) -
A prowling predator pinpointed this wounded starving artist, I a prize prey worthy of this plague’s prized catharsis. And so I laid helpless; a victim of Catatonia’s envelopment: inert slumbers of stagnance. Good tidings from the malevolent. And this coma of stillness bore gifts of mighty Morpheus: midnight adventures earned from my unsteady worthiness."
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I’ve offhandedly identified the ice-thin line between perfection and pretension; a cure for writer’s block and artistic detention. But fuck me! I caught Dragon’s cough fire. An exhalation might melt and a cough could be dire."
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