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Work in Progress
08:16
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Kits screaming joohab claims the viceroy
His trousers split from head to heel
The A-Z is soon consulted
This coach will skip the road to hell
My body
This body
Work in progress cut the folicles
Go on maybe one day I’ll look nice
Work in progress cover up the stubble
Go on maybe one day I’ll feel good
One day
Suck my nutsack
I think I’d look good with much more wait
That’s not just Mike Ink saying that
That lyric is a genuine feeling
Not meant to be a shock attack
I’m sorry
So sorry
Work in progress trim the eyebrow slug
Go on maybe one day I will pass
Work in progress cover up the bulge
Go on maybe one day they won’t stare
One day
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Hey Mattie!
What’s in a name? What’s in a game?
What you gonna do with your darkest shame?
Singing ‘bout scares like your life’s gonna end
But you still got time - trust me, I’m a friend
And you keep me close and your enemies closer
You were your own when they called you OSA
Now you’ve moved on but your fear has hastened
Your step has faltered - in a word, wastered
Hey! Mattie! It takes time!
You’re gonna get better and you’re gonna feel fine
You’re gonna get loved and you’re gonna get fans
You’re gonna redefine what it means to be trans
Hey! Mattie! It takes time!
You’re gonna get better and you’re gonna feel fine
You’re gonna get famous and you’re gonna get rich
You’re gonna rock the ARP Soloist
Work in progress soundin’ good
Work in progress lookin’ good
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2. |
Light and Shade
05:45
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3
12
💩
I’ve lost my voice yelling
Over and over
Imaginary spectres
Haunting my spine
What brain dead half mongrelled rut have I shat myself into now
The company rides
On horseback and sides
Through Vauxhall Cross
To the heart of darkness
Nobody’s torn
Viz vox vilify
Seventeen quickets
Til the sun comes down
Coming on but not
Disgracing the screens
With all that I fear
In Discord calls
Stop
Time out
Let’s see what’s going on here
More pressure than those tourist coin things
More moaning than a Skatgobs concert
More screaming than a Lara Croft fall
Let me remind you
That nothing is ever as bad
As your mind can make it seem
It’s hard I know
But try to hold on to the bright things
That you know will make you smile
Don’t cling to dark
It won’t help if it’s all you live by
Friend you need some light and shade
Enough!
Enough!
Triple bellied bull
No more of this ponce worded help yourself crap
Enough!
Enough!
Wiktionary bull
Disgrace to the world I say
Disgrace to the world
Crumb laced pockets
Maze phones and wallets
And spiral stairs
Climb Macbook sockets
Pick Rick pretensions
Cause big brain Wojak
And failed aspirations
Cause sad horse Bojack
Purple popes melting
On stairs in Odessa
And triple jacked steeplehammer
Jessop jessop jessop
For long the future
Debasing the scenes
With all that I hate
In chiaroscuro
Oh woe
What’s this
Another life to save
Another company to float
Another restless night
Oh why
Must you cry
And bleed yourself to ash
The fire and the water sting
But I’ll apply a balm
And rescue you like squid from the dark depths of the Pacific Ocean
Let me remind you
That life’s full of devious turns
If they come don’t be surprised
It’s hard I know
But death love and pain won’t not happen
That’s what being human’s like
Don’t cling to dark
It won’t help if it’s what you swear by
Friend you need some light and shade
What?
You think you’ll get away from me that easily?
I’ll always be here
Corroding your headspace
What have you got to say for that?
Well
WELL
W E L L
Let me remind you
That this world is full of such beauty
Inbetween the fear and hate
It’s hard I know
But trust that the sun will prevail
And break through the cloudy skye
Don’t cling to dark
It won’t help if its tune you sing by
Friends you need some light and shade
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3. |
Change Come
03:23
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Last time my lyrics had me fly as I grew a pair of wings
Now it just seems like they’re shrivelled and atrophied
TF may seem like a subject best saved for the grotty web
But it applies to my journey and what I now need
What will I become
Maybe something cute
Maybe something round
Or someone good
Either way
Change come quick
Change come soon
Change come raise me from my tomb
Make sure my form ain’t dead and pale
Change come quick
Change come free
Change you better not cost me
A happy life is not a sale
Piggy in writing lets me maximise who I used to be
Fishy in rammy lets me love where I wanna go
Raykin in crywank makes bridges between my fancies and hers
Badger in peri and ame taps into mine
What will I become
Maybe something dumb
Maybe something slow
Or someone fun
Either way
Change come quick
Change come soon
Change come raise me from my tomb
Make sure my form ain’t dead and pale
Change come quick
Change come free
Change you better not cost me
A happy life is not a sale
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Cast of characters in order of appearance:
ALL CAPS = Barahnavoir (a mamuthone)
small caps = Junuisse (an issohadore)
‘quote marks’ = Francis (a news reporter)
>meme arrows = Rafielle (a local elder)
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I’M BARAHNAVOIR THE MAFIPULATING MAMUTHONE
WITNESS ME SHUFFLE DOWN THE COBBLES
JINGLIN’ MY LOOSE CORAL BACK
A FORMATION IN PELTS
COUNTENANCE ASKEW
THE LONG FACED MOAI OF GENERATIONS UNTOLD
NO SMILES FOR TOURISTS
JUST WAVERIN’ TRADITION
BUT I DIDN’T SPROUT ON MY OWN?
DID I?
DID I?
DID I?
i am junuisse the inglorious issohadore
witness me jig down the alleys
furling my luxe pleated rope
a herding of the females
countenance a-blanche
the blank faced shepherds of scraggly demons
no smiles for tourists
just wavering tradition
but i didn’t sprout on my own?
did i?
did i?
did i?
HUPPITY HUP HUP YOU GOTTA COME DOWN
boy don’t you got no sense of style?
FUCKITY FUCK I AIN’T GONNA COME DOWN
that woolly brown skin is soooo last century…
SHIGGITY SHAN SHAN YOU GOTTA COME DOWN
raw me from behind and i’ll call you granddad!
DICKORY DOCK I AIN’T GONNA COME DOWN
you have a lamb chop and your brain stops ticking…
EIGHT TWELVE eight twelve eight twelve
eight twelve EIGHT TWELVE EIGHT TWELVE
eIgHt TwElVe EiGhT tWeLvE eIgHt TwElVe
EiGhT tWeLvE eIgHt TwElVe EiGhT tWeLvE
‘…megafauna researchers from the mainland found disturbing implications on the moors: long-faced “human” skulls and fossilised half shells, strange droppings, and the tracks beside them were fresh…’
>there is no ancience here that would benefit you to know about.
>there is no upside to be found from straying off the paths dictated by the farmers-cum-guides.
>there is no profitable bullion waiting for you in the uncharted caves and crevasses.
>there is nothing but maxilla that came out wrong, pairs of gleaming little onyxes, and the chiming of stranger bells yet.
No trembling carriga to save you
No aftershow
Nothing but the scrape of broad flat nails on stone
A scream mixes with another scream
A jugular is torn
A braying cry in the Sardinian night
A baby cries in the Sardinian night
Somewhere on the ferry a journalist is seized
The SD card with his snaps is thrown overboard
Somewhere in the town square a hayhand shuffles by
Another year of keeping this island’s secret safe
Somewhere in the thicket a breeding pair is stalked
By redcoat men who see them make love and hell on grass
No smiles for tourists
Just natural selection
But they did evolve on their own
They did
They did
They did
Daemonthropus setosus
MAMOIADA? I HARDLY KNEW HER!!!
oh do behave you slut!!!
WHAT? CAN’T A BITCH HAVE A BIT OF FUN ONCE IN A WHILE?
a bit more than fun, dontcha think?
WHATCHU GABBERIN’ ON ABOUT???
well, hun, you really don’t know your origins as well as ya should…
YEAH I’M UNSPEAKABLE FEAR IN ANTHRO FORM -- GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!
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5. |
Bootlickin' Love
05:52
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Why am I always so surprised
When I see what’s been going on
Sycophants grasping for the prize
Climbing the crowdfund echelons
Why does it seem they never learn
Scamming the many for the few
One day I’ll tell those spineless worms
Omae wa mou shindeiru
Why am I always so sublime
Thinking up worlds inside my head
Burdened by way too much spare time
Smiling outside but feeling dead
Why does it seem I never learn
Even as I sing this here song
Get what you give and in return
I will adore you one by one
Why are they all so asinine
Trashing what they don’t understand
Facing their fears from nine to five
Spreading their hate all through the land
Why does it seem we never learn
A million years of past mistakes
Rhyming won’t happen in these lines
Now you see why I’m not well known
O Lord forgive me
I’ll take my chances
O Lord forget me
Six times a saviour
Love
Love
Love
Bootlickin’ love
Chuck up jams ’n’ jellies on toast of London Deadname Berry the maggots - Oh worm big mood mad eye no cry cis PC benchmark I Will Destroy ISIS - Fuck shit avenue big doink amish hermit’s Herman Goerring & der Club of Gore Vidal Sassoon oh soon the light and shade I just done that jam
WE CONTROL THE SENATE AND THE COURTS
Love
Love
Love
Bootlickin’ love
Love is the foundation of the human condition
Love is the foundation of the human condition
Love is the foundation of the human condition
The mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell
(The chapter writes the count
The aftermath of challenge
They’re after us
It’s up to us
The chapter writes the challenge
Help us out and play us out
It’s underneath the town
God help us
Just get us out
The chapter writes the challenge)
1. And They were armed, all brandishing blunt force weapons of many kinds and varieties;
2. And They were mad, the fury of the late stage’s fruits bubbling over to collective indignation;
3. And They were mobile, steadily moving on twos and fours approaching the disgustingly glazed reception;
4. And They were there, and with the first tele’ thrown through the plate glass, reclamation could begin!
Mini guillotines deployed in their masses finally toppling the psuedo oligarchies of the union; gutshed accompanying the long awaited topple of ossified hierachies that for too long have restrained mankind’s almost infinite grasp!
Wall Street and the Square Mile and the Central District all a-crumblin’ and a-implodin’; the spilt blood of the innocents and the enslaved and the oppressed at last given some kind of rudimentary redemption!!
The television networks! The newspapers! The movie and music industries! Internet and farms and fisheries and power plants and waste disposal and global governments subdued and replaced with sustainable and regionally subsidised equivalents! MILLENNIAL REVOLUTION BABEY!!!
O Lord forget me
Take back my chances
O Lord forgive me
No second glances
Why am I always so surprised
When I think just how cute you are
One day we’ll meet and I’ll be yours
And you’ll be mine
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6. |
A Plea for Sincerity
03:46
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Why can’t you speak a single sentence without
Invoking red-blocked 🅱️ emoji stolen
From black America’s undervalued mouth
Is it so hard to rein in the dummy heads
With glowing eyes who speak like a gentleman
Your spicy zest’s bereft of meaning my friend
In lieu of any real comfort some say
“You’re valid” and then leave it at that
I know it’s just a silly thing but I still worry
If you’re concerned with making your mark on life
Producing work that holds against time’s cruel lurch
There’s better ways to go than ephemeral .jpegs of Shaq saying whomst
I’ve done some of this
A few many times
More than I’d like
Gotta turn over a leaf
There was no h3h3
Under the reign of Thutmose
Honour the time worn ways
Discard your fragile jokes
They didn’t call dogs ''g o o d b o y e s''
When pyroclast charred Pliny
Be true to real life
Abandon irony
There was no A. Fantano
Under the Ostrogoths
Your page is losing likes
Your mind is going soft
They didn’t say ''nice meme :^)''
When Onfim made his drawings
Bring back sincerity
Praise be this list of things:
“bless the homes, the fireplaces, the kitchens, the ampitheaters, the bathhouses, the temples, the monasteries, the idols, the statues, the mosaics, the marketplaces, the pyramids, the ziggurats, the tombs, the graves, the skulls, the bones, the body casts, the cairns, the masks, the mounds, the tablets of wax and clay, the alphabet practice, the doodles, the epics, the poems, the heated floors, the cities, the smiles, the tears, the ashes, and all other survivors of time immemorial. i am so, so proud of you.”
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7. |
Funk Detail
01:50
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Starting with an alpha build
Click and hold and drag and drop
Ending with a subway train
Looking like the actual thing
Using textures from a world
Half removed in Washington
And the eastern Balkan lands
Viktor’s bluish pride and joy
Other engines race ahead
But this turbine takes it slow
Hard to gauge where matters stand
When your props are decades old
Padagon arrhymia
Speaking in another ear
Turn to see the fleeting tooth
With a care without a fear
Through the albedo
I see what I’ve made
Through the BSP
I see what I’ve done
- VRAD fast will help your load times but your world won’t look so real
- Hint markers will help the baddies make their way across the landscape
- env_sun makes the solar globe appear beyond the 3D skybox
- Choose your engine branch with caution; some games don’t have all the features
- If you’re doing CS:GO we’ve got too many bloody aim maps
- Stealing assets is a bad move (see the mod Hunt Down The Freeman)
- If you need help talk to TopHATTwaffle; he knows more than I do
- Something retching in the darkness where the urine trickled through
Everything comes to Hammer
The units in powers of two
Wilderness of displacement
Buildings of brushes too
func_button
func_physbox
func_ladder
func_detail
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The statue of the Engineer cost thirty pounds in cash
He looked so good upon his stand a gods of gods was he
The statue of the Engineer was cast in hardened resin
He wore his bony biosuit without a helmet trunk
The statue of the Engineer was cast aside by my hand
I’d had enough of someone’s shit and I just lost control
The statue of the Engineer now lies without a foot
He’s still a god but now he stands for all I’ve had to bear and take
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In the land beyond the stars
Lies the lord of our domain
Dirty ball a thousand wide
Speaking out forbidden names
Casting out the pumice stones
In a prayer of shock and awe
Like a jig before the stocks
It’s the thing that Danforth saw
What a shame we’ll never get to taste this foul dominion
In the land beyond the stars
Lies the field of melting gold
Scarring blisters on our eyes
Whether young or prime or old
Casting out the strip basalt
Like a plane without a wing
To Arachne’s spitting mouth
Let us gather round and sing
What a shame we’ll never get to lick this fleeting Irkalla
Oh
It’s so tiny and yet so huge
Isn’t it?
So much could happen in eighty years
Less or more
So many people could cross my path
You’re dry as the autumn breeze
Cold as the winter freeze
Wet as the showers of spring
And then summer dries your hopes
Your time’s my time
Please let me in
And now the verdant sons
Take to the stage in a blaze of fire
Flooding our hearts with the bitter lie that we’ll see him again
And now Lenny’s lad
Upholds the ways that’d make pa proud
Trying his best though he might feel otherwise
He’s doing great
If you think there’s nothing else
That the scripture’s wasted ink
You will charm oblivion
Casting out your time to think
If your confidence wins out
And you face the night alone
You’re a braver bitch than I
For I fear the time to go
What a shame we’ll never really know until we’re burned or boxed
Oh
It’s for Charlie that cheeky lad
Isn’t it?
It’s for Farx and his snarky ways
It’s for that beacon of love Jasmine
There could be judgement of sorts
There could be a second chance
There could be oblivion
But if it’s real and not false
I will see you beyond Charon
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10. |
So Far
05:49
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Licking the jodphurs one by one
Scran in a big cast iron trough
Fucking the antimacessars
Congratulations it’s a boy
Stimming in Simeon Stylite’s chair
Mapping the inside of a skull
Shittalking Ryan’s Toy Review
Looking for meaning in my self
Will rightness find its way into my life
Healthy food
Stability
And friends I know in person
Or have the planted seeds doomed me to failure
Childhood fears
The internet
A destiny as a recluse
Why should this all matter anyway when I won’t know where my legacy will lie
In the meantime will the people listen or am I just singing to an empty room
Geofftech’s railways and Jerma’s gameplays
My PC’ll never be that fast
Griffin’s goofers and Coogan’s bloopers
My jokes won’t make that many laugh
Avey’s screaming and Unreal’s streaming
They’re all distractions from this ride
Lemonposting and Leftbook roasting
My ass has blisters from the slide
Bunty Stent
Bаrry Spаggot
Open mic night
An Exeter dive
The crowd is now my therapist
Ryfоld Rоad
Wimbledon
Cannizaro to Elmers End
My heart lies each side of the Thames
Am I making the right choice
Will NEETitude be my outlook
Or can my quirky creations
Propel me to some sunny brook
time
endless
out
me
before
Am I what you folks see in me
Or am I what I see in you
Am I just taking nonsense
Or is there a chance my efforts will pay off
Exposure
A record deal
An audience of loving fans
Iconoclasts turned institutions
Touring vans turned private jets
Is this what I really want
Or do I desire a way to live without starving or leeching off my mum and dad
‘Cos I have never thought ahead I’ve taken early death as given
Now I find myself an adult but I don’t feel ready for the slings and arrows I would rather stay with gibes and gambols
But I can’t hide
I can’t run
I can’t put this farce on permanent halt
I’m so tired
Of singing songs that don’t connect
Of repeating the time worn conventions
Of never knowing anything like peace
The Quietus would savage my singing
The good that men do is oft interred with their bones
I’m no man
I’m not good
I have nothing
You’ve come so far
You’ve lost so much
But don’t look back Mattie
You’ve got a life
Get out and live
I’ve come so far
I’ve come so far
I’ve come so far
I’ve come so far
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11. |
Take Time
04:35
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It will take time
So please be patient
You’ll see peace
Even if strife
Comes first
These things take time
And we don’t have a lot
Before the end
But before then
We can make it count
It will take time
But don’t ever give up
I love you so much
And now I will say goodbye
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Mattie Konig UK
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