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It's A Madness
01:05
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Horny (From Maine)
04:05
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I was checking a mutual’s timeline after a week away from following because her foot jokes weren’t feeling right
And I saw the unfolding callout posts and your Paw Patrol kin made despicable sense you well-hid she-nonce
I’m aware that adulting is hard when crumbling empires have you in their sights
But in coping your past trauma’s taken sordid routes through newfound infanthood
Your diapey license should be revoked
You shouldn’t play shows for kids
Horny on main is a bad habit to keep
Trust me I would know
As does - I hope - Car Seat Headrest
Solidarity can’t be criticless if we’re letting people slide who pose a big threat to the ones most in danger
Mindfulness of what turns us on deserves to be high priority when like me you’re freaky without foul intent
Because intent didn’t matter when people damned me for weirdening Margaret Smith so just show some fucking tact and throw your kinks out ‘cos they’re clearly much worse than P.I.S.S.
Horny on main ruins lives and careers
It’s not worth the risk
Find something else to do with your time
Hush Hush E
I was checking a mutual’s timeline so I could see his Brandon bear posts after a showrunner showed his support
And I saw he agreed with my thoughts over these past four minutes so hey maybe there’s hope left in this shithole world
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3. |
Reform the Laurels
02:53
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REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM
REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM
REFORM THE LAURELS
I don’t know how long I can last in this jail of hair and ossifying bone
I don’t know why you see our pain with these two year waits like that’s acceptable
I don’t know what our government’s doing to help if they’re even on our side
REFORM THE LAURELS
So there’s no more blood on your hands
REFORM THE LAURELS
This system can’t stay stale
REFORM THE LAURELS
So there’s no more tears on our referral forms
I don’t know how long I can last in this jail of musk and angles everywhere
I don’t know why you see our pain with these ten year waits like fairness must be earned
I don’t know what our government thinks of us but I’m sure we don’t go unmocked
REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM
REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM THE LAURELS
REFORM
REFORM THE LAURELS
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The Big Bad Bon
03:28
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Alveolar Bob couldn’t take the strain
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
Calumnes
Via trista
Sittin on the bed
Bring back the dead
Bring out your dad
Gangrenous gelwurst never persuaded my anthirrups as much as some other guys would
Bartanin
Poljrhode
Shart
Grand Martinex Wobbles
Had
So great
And
So lovely
Eric Idle said ‘shit’ at the Olympics
Shift the a
Shift the s
Raggedy like mushrooms
Too much gluten
Too much fibre
Too much gluten
Too much fibre
Too much gluten
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
I played it like a harp
Shift the a
I control the weather now
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6. |
Dream Diary
03:01
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Twice now I have been to a sub-par takeaway-only variant of McDonald's, once in Westward Ho! and once near Uplowman. In both cases the restaurants have been cramped, the decor out of date, and the food underdone and flaky. The Westward Ho! branch served raw meat cuts.
Last night I extracted a truly enormous blackhead from my face while showering. I wanted to step on it to extract the pus, but it slipped into the drain before I was able.
Justin Lee Collins was perched at the top of Cabots Circus, threatening to jump. After an hour of negotiation he did the deed, perishing in sickening slow-motion detail. Much blood.
An old school classmate complained about how his dog Ss had died. I told him to stop moping and just get another one called Tt.
A Gigeresque craft that stood, twisted and pretzel-like, on the surface of the moon. On its underside was a cheerful Aardman-style plasticine face.
stets on my bed
stets on my bed
stets in my head
stets on my bed
Team Fortress Comics #7 was finally released, accompanied by a truly ridiculous Neil Cicierega video full of mashups, ‘Poops, and other ridiculous TF2 remix content. It was eighteen minutes long.
“The Nick Drake Virtual Reality Experience”.
The prison of choice for a cohort of juvenile offenders was a series of skylights on our roof. The boys peered through at night, leering and spitting at us, as we cowered in fear.
A wide half completed crest that represented my life so far. Determined, I vowed to make the most of the rest of my crest.
The curly haired tanned boy from Year 11 chased me home asking why the fuck I wouldn’t let go of the past -
through choking
lead and tripner
leg around my
vibrating sac of
funny smiles
through grunting
skittering little
demons heading our
way from epsilon
eridani iv
through heaven’s
balustrade-lined
crackhouse in
dreams I thought
I’d never parse
parsiphaan makes
his final deal and
prepares the ricin
goblet for you.
I started keeping my current dream diary in July 2015, shortly after I left sixth form and my formal structured world collapsed into the long endless path it’s on now. I don’t know how long I’ll end up keeping the diary for. If the technology and the motivation persists, then I could be doing this for a long time. It is scary to imagine me forty or fifty years hence, in a world where we didn’t all drown or freeze or choke on fallout but just continued down our long endless path, and I’m still writing down what I see every night, still with the same locations and themes and people.
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Voice Issues
05:53
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Easy now
Thruth
Thruth quang millet
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
Coldingsource
YA SUCRE
This is what American celluloid torture feels like
AND FUCK VISHNU’S SCHEDULES
Comms: Closed
Requests: Never
Trades: Ask
Gifts: Please
Bagel: Toasted
Cheese: Creamed
Dick: Out
Doctor: Idiot
Day: Wasted
Gun: Shot
Man: Not me
Toon: ?????
When you made that noise it deafened out and strounded out teacher (OOH YOU DON’T SAY)
Leghi leckey
Lumn lomney
A dock
That is also
A gun
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
...Tulpa Tulpa Tulpa Tulpa Tulpa Tulpa....
It’s petty and privileged and Tom and Dick and Larry have worse problems
I’m Devon’s henry Horny Darger
pickle-pock
pickle-pock
time is running out.
the fog is rolling in and dinner’s getting cold.
pickle-pock
pickle-pock
things are getting weird.
the crows have left the tower and God is getting old.
And when the breft breaks
Where will you stand
And when my creaking chenoises start to sag
Where will you be
The flapid fladjulian tootsies
Licked in all corns of his morn
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I’ve sung this song before
I just want to hear your voices
I just want to hear your voices
I just want to hear your voices
Take me out of this strangely silent world
I just want to hear your voices
You were two silly boys
Living with mum and dad
One blue and one orange
And you were never real
(Seventy nine percent)
I just want to hear your voices
You were two silly boys
Roaming the grasslands
One blue and one yellow
And you were never real
(I’ve got a sweater on)
I just want to hear your voices
You were two silly boys
Not getting on with work
One blue and one brown
And you were never real
(Like dolphins can swim)
I just want to hear your voices
You were three loving mums
Here to protect the earth
Red purple and peach and rose
And you were never real
(Always find a way)
I just want to hear your voices
You’ve helped me out a lot
Given me anchors
Through turmoil and anguish
Oh I wish you were real
(I could mention many more)
I just want to hear your voices
You’ve meant so much to me
Constants as I have grown
In body heart mind and soul
Oh I wish you were real
(Sorry I draw you looking weird)
Wish I was real
Wish I was real
Wish I was real
Wish I was real
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8. |
Unlearning
05:14
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OHHHHH
ITTTTTTT
starts from Sharma and starts from /co/ and slowly trickles up to the brain until your core is rotten filth and you’re not where you want to be
It breaks apart your mores and ways until you’re feeling in need of books from childhood that taught you how to say please sorry and thank you
It makes its mark upon your past until you’re wincing at every part and going back is like a dance across a unsurveyed minefield
It’s finally coming to terms with how nobody taught you to be human
You had to learn the hard way and you’re still learning
Nobody told you why it was wrong
You had to join the dots while they were screaming in your face
Please kids
Why can’t we play nice
Badness is inherited from where you go and who you meet but it’s never too late to kill it
Badness won’t go overnight and sometimes it steals things for good but it’s worth the effort to kill it
Wanna be told what to do to be better
But I don’t know if I know how to be better
And what if I mess up trying to be better
Just tell me I’m doing good trying to be better
Wanna be told what it means to be better
But maybe life doesn’t want me to better
And what if they’re sick of me trying to be better
Just let me be better please
Every cringeworthy memory loops around your mind
I know
I know
How could I forget
Every slip up comes back to haunt you in the night
I know
I know
I want to repent
But your time machine is broken and you don’t know how to fix it
And you try to keep your head in the present but you’re still nowhere near grounded
And with nothing else to cling to you find solace in TV mantras
Laugh hard my friend
And don’t you ever start sulking
Run fast my friend
And don’t you ever stop running
Be kind my friend
And don’t you ever half-ass it
I let you go
I let you finally ascend
Still don’t know what I can do to be better
But I still want to find out how to be better
And yet if I mess up trying to be better
I’ll still keep on trying so hard to be better
Still can’t be told what it means to better
But I still hope life wants me to be better
And yet if they’re sick of me trying to be better
I’ll prove them wrong one day show them that I’m better
Still don’t know what I can do to be better
But I still want to find out how to be better
And yet if I mess up trying to be better
I’ll still keep on trying so hard to be better
Still can’t be told what it means to better
But I still hope life wants me to be better
And yet if they’re sick of me trying to be better
I’ll prove them wrong one day show them that I’m better
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The highlight of my year was bumping into you
In a McDonald’s car park
Three summers on you knew my hair in all its length
Though I can’t say I knew yours
I blushed my way through learning where we both were now
You’d gone far further than me
And when we said goodbye I found myself smiling
Some highlight and some year
What have I got to live for
What have I got to show
Ecological collapse
Regret for lost childhood
Right wing feelings in the air
Microscopic entropy
What have I got to live for
What have I got to show
Five derivative full lengths
Folders full of grotty draws
Deprecation and boasting
Horrible intrusive thoughts
Truly something’s gone wrong
Truly synapses are glitching
Truly I don’t know how to stop it
Do you
Do you
Do you?
We’ll see what summers still to come will bring for me
Probably less and less
I hope my brain and social life will get better
Though knowing me not likely
So if you’re hearing this reach out give me a call
Big emphasis on the if
And if you’re in the future when I’m dead and gone
just remember I wanted a life.
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