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Cartoonish Quality
03:14
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i've a cartoonish quality
for a hand drawn figure
so when i leap off the page
to where real human people linger
i'm met with horrored sighs
palms rubbing perplexed eyes
so how can i express
the words to convey
why i am in your world
why i was freed today
i hoped with all my might
and colored pencils hues
just to make some sense
to normal human people like you
i hoped with all my strength
and speech bubble points of view
just to make some sense
to normal human people like you
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Psychological Torment
04:49
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in a locked box under adulthood's bed
is a parchment sheet of proof
a yellow piece of crinkled language
revealing a stifling truth:
"you are never gonna see your friends
as much as you did before
in that creaky blue bricked building
where the "derbis" caked the floor"
and no book I've read or movie seen
ever could prepare me
for the psychological torment
of deserting my forged family
goddamn
a group aligned by focused goals
before them predisposed
that they took in grasp and made their own
in fists tightly enclosed
with the hopes of bettering each other
through the excessive process
of grinding skin and bone to dust
or to the point of medical distress
the only thing that foils us now
was ironically our task
crossing distances at moderate pace
as our skeletons collapse
awe, fucking goddamn
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Stupid Bullshit
01:57
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i saw ****
when you tied up your hair
it begs me to ask
is it her fingernails
i feel emerging from the holes
in between my hair follicles
or is it yours
i feel burrowing for shelter
in the backside of my skull?
i balance my smartphone
between my fingers
as you comb your hair in the mirror naked
i slide my tips across the screen
eyes fluorescent blue
you're still untangling
each amber knot
upon your sun strewn skin
i come up behind you
and hook my hands
around your collar bones
like a butcher hanging pork flesh
except that its not bloody
and you're not for sale
but i'm still trying to buy
though you don't deserve my money
and you don't deserve my time
your words are like vomit
they're disgustingly acidic
and once they erupt out your mouth
they'll never go back in it
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Corporate Mediocrity
03:27
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he'll cross a black x on the back of my right hand
as i cross into a new world order
of alcohol and inconsequential conversations
about the future and other possibilities that even i haven't figured out,
and this is the same guy who a decade ago
wrote in journals he'd release 5 albums by now
so when it took him a couple years
and a rotating cast of lyrical profundities
i finally squeezed one out
like the last bit of paste in my tube of colgate
yet my teeth are deteriorating at the same time
that would be, desperate but with hope
that i can save the sinking ship that is my mouth
everyone has their own projection of their future
to teenage me its a platinum album
to current me, its a decent paying job
everyone has their own hopes for their character arc
to teenage me its success
to current me its praying i dont have cavitites
(we interrupt your regularly scheduled programming for this quick message)
now I'm chatting with blake about his senior thesis
and cant help but feel a little pissed off
he spent university time googling china's affinity for hollywood
despite the fact that their communist government doesn't look fondly on colonization practices of america's past (its a bit of a mouthful)
and what have i done in the years i expended?
make forgettable acoustic music and a fucking bandcamp page?
but fingers crossed that someone important listens
so i skyrocket my way into internet fame
everyone has their own definition of success
to blake its a published paper
to me its a light to decent 6
everyone has their own sense of accomplishment
to blake its a grad school degree
to me its a hope that one day ahead of me
i'll give up on my dreams and settle for corporate mediocrity
(i guess it's not so funny anymore)
(shit)
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Meaningless Motions
02:29
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i have a habit of twisting the sink handle slightly to my right
thanks to the lovely old shit i called my home for only four years but nonetheless
it calls me, beckons me to return to its creaks and dead mouse boogie
with these meaningless motions meant to circumvent its shortcomings
...in short, the sink there would drip unless i twisted the handle slightly to my right
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Suburban Dreams
04:31
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it's come to the point in my life
where i'm not thinking of the future anymore
the excitement of the unknown
is more palpable than a singular open door
so if i walked through its frame with a closed mind and heart
i would be terrified of what could come ahead
but instead i'm delightfully satisfied
with the successful life and times I've led
i could have been a consultant
take my comfy salary home
but i'd be better off cleaning windows
and giving away my smartphone
i could try computer science
but my brain don't work that way
i see colors and music and art and nostalgia
that lead my focus astray
on a bell curve of narcissism
i'm nearing the peak of the roller coaster ride
an incline of inward focus
collapsing back to earth at the age of 25
girlfriends turn to wives, jobs turn to careers
self expression turns to insurance plans and savings
acting brash and young and bold
is dumbed down to societal behaving
i can still be that consultant
take my comfy salary home
hire someone to clean my windows
and spend my leisure time on smartphones
i could buy a modest household
if my credit score looks okay
i see children and volvos and schools and investments
that lead my focus astray
so why are you still trying
(so fucking hard)
to fight the suburban dream
when you know in the clenches of your soul
it's what will make you happy?
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don't you worry
you'll figure it out
just maybe not so soon
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Act I: November 5th
the air was orange tinted
like somebody deep in the night
peeled off the rind of a tangerine
and stretched its skin over a flashlight
who else could reside in that clementine
but the physical manifestation of fear
along with 30 patrons of a megabus and me
in the 11th month of my 23rd year
oh, i appeared of a cartoonish quality
and my features were drawn on by hand
i assure you my existence was human
though the barrier of art makes it hard to understand
i was a sketch of myself
hardly a person, just an outline of one
periodically erased
after months of trepidation
i ran through that friday
then saturday was alcohol rife
making sunday november the 5th
the newest worst day of my life
everything i've built
everything i've become
everyone i know
everyone i love
all the hours wasted
all the minutes run dry
all the nights i spent scrolling
all the days i let by
my days are getting away from me
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n/a
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Act III: Don't You Worry
I don't have it figured out
and when i'm 40 and still reviewing
i'll be like every adult out there
who doesn't know what the hell they're doing
that's the worst part of getting older
you find your superheroes are fallible like you
still hoping that their far-fetched teenage dreams
will someday eventually come true
so when i'm forced to ask the question
is chasing my talent more lucrative that chasing my passion?
then i've already lost the race
don't you worry
you'll figure it out soon
when you realize your situation
is something you can get through
it's cliche to quote walt whitman
but everything you do
has to meet just one criterion
whatever satisfies the soul is truth
i'm knee deep in cookies
and dipping my toes in whiskey
a pathetically small amount
so if i die young, at least they can't say the liquor killed me
i'm a fighter of first world problems
and this one is no different
it just takes time to see
what makes life worth living
i'll crack my knuckles in such drama
that the earth will likewise groan
breaking fissures in itself to let me know
in magnificent gesture "you're not alone"
so don't you worry
you'll figure it out soon
to reiterate the phrase
etched on paper in front of you
everything you've ever done
everything you'll ever do
has to meet just one criterion
whatever satisfies the soul is truth
so don't you worry
you'll figure it out soon
the universe is dropping hints
right in front of you
if you trust upon your judgement that
everything you'll ever do
has to meet just one criterion
whatever satisfies the soul is truth
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Dipking Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
An almost man who, above all else, tried skoal once and threw up all over his high school parking lot. Since then, not much else has occurred.
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