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Freakache

from Cerulean Impulses by Mattie Konig

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Then you led me astray
Through Simpson communications

Mistakes were made
And mistakes were born
Through pen
Through desire
Through leathery object like egg or something

But what if he stole features from his compadres
But what if he fixated on shooting hoops
But what if he was foiled by a simple trap
Mi hijo

Certain conditions would make it ideal
Bequeathed in useless impressions
A leg in one hand

This is only a tiny window into here
A tiny window into here
You haven’t seen anything like it
I haven’t heard anything yet

Then comes a bone chilling dream
Then comes a shirt filling scream

But what if she descended in half a second
Bobolyne
But what if he let her go with tearful eyes
Flip It
The folder totals roughly three hundred pictures
Eclair
Mi baboo

I’ll be dead and gone before you find out about the archive
I’ll be choking barf before you take heed of my collection
I’ll be underground before you find out about the green men

I think
It will continue to gnaw away at my mental and emotional faculties
Until a gibbering bawling spunk-filled wreck is all that’s left
Fucked over by visions of ongoing stories
Fucked over by visions of a more friend-shaped world

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from Cerulean Impulses, released April 14, 2017

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Eclectic progressive music from the weirdest trans woman in all the West Country. How's it going?

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