Probably From Saturn

by narcoskeptic

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1.
wasn't too into school; shit was just capitalist bootcamp quick pick an entire life instantly; couldn't choose fast theorize; let's see how long this tinfoil roof lasts I'm "feelin fine" ignoring all signs shit'll soon collapse gotta stop actin' like ima take down some ruling class of plutocrats that bought all their power to use it bad; I'm jus' faded sittin typin in this human stack duck life in a drugged dreamstate, a lucid quack// I'm just tryna lurk and glamorize that old eighties Amherst life stumble down the stairs of Riddles hammered type I won't ever see no Hammerstein jog along relaxin at a trot how I canter-rhyme I'm the antonym of tryin hard n crying often on some beaten path that I don't wanna be on sayonara spit all kindsa hot ham spewin spicy jargon jambon good jams spread it right across the slice of life.. glutey-free sadly cuz I like the ryes piss the duped-floozies off cuz I like the rise The View count stay sketchy-no-gain, but that's okay cuz I was never really into Meghan McCain always cop an old lady car; I'm standing-on-that plan you should cruise in a Cruze when you carry contraband some say they overly woke but ensnared in the same shit still caught up stuck in a structured narrative matrix your parabol is basic we ain't comparable equations ya tunes is terrible arrangements I'm embarrassed fer your placement
2.
PFSLSR [earth been lackin' shit is dumb y'all] [we're probably from Saturn like Sun Ra] About to switch to hackin pop to enlarge my salary I'm jus here for quick jokes like th' Farside Gallery skim a Farmer's Almanac while scarfin garbage calories I rock so many crust n metal shirts I got a darkened haberdashery (shhhtfu) can't possibly be treated mental refractory, home air quality so bonged out it's like what y'get in a factory resist inevitable cell death prevent the anatomy from letting attempts through seems there's efforts to madden me so I stay sketchily saddening leave your nice day stung like tongues connected to batteries can Hardly walk off the car exhaust decarb alot had a gnarly crop, audioscape story lost in Morriarchi plots... Pink and mendo breath when I cough I hear a chorus effect or is that cuz my receptors are morbidly stretched forcibly bent . had a plan to leave, but to stay I'm Sure it was best as long as I can stare off a shore I aint stressed appear slower than I am, on some Coriolis kush in my sticks, smokin' in me comfy undies yea I cushion my bits lets put it like this............... I'm not really cute, deadpan like TyBridgwater Iced Coffee Reviews bass Tones stayin' basic; live and direct, Say I been livin' clear but I lied and died wrecked it ain't a waste of time I spend it to get lit told my dad to check this gentle new country artist Death Grips you think yer dope as me bitch stop it who else you know rockin' Recycled Propaganda on the Ridge Wallet..... ......... hikikimori'd society; couldn't stand the matrix now I live my best life, like suicidal throat cancer patients / Woah man that's basic anybody that's caught buying my music; cops'll probly go reprimand the patron I'll tell a bag seller no trash allowed; demand the flame shit [earth always been lackin' shit is dumb y'all] [we're probably from Saturn like Sun Ra]
3.
[SUN+MOONSTAREDOWNS] (I got the social media presence of shadow people in sessions that end at seven AM as birds tweet in the essence) I just wanna get my cock kicked in a mosh pit awkwardly struggle thru half a drink and then drop it barely recalling late last night like Tommyknockers lost pushin dirty wet blocks like Rommy's gauntlet caved-in brainskin barely know mine own self so it's probably a lil early to be a coffin-shopper coffee pottin' fresh screamin it like Dave Grohl hit with a cement-solid wave it's a paved squall lately ain't puttin nothin to action sittin' stuck verbosin' I should start and sell a fuckin masterclass in mullet growin' chasing ancient civilization things it's lit I love the facts that phoenicians forgot to wipe their fingerprints demolished exposition mudflood beats sinkin in high above but still somehow under your feet with it
4.
(crabs in a bucket, mussels in the pot wet as fuck flexxxin muscles like a twat it's too bad the indigenous didn't scalp like six times as many British pricks) I'm really saying that, ain't on some kiddin' shit fuck being a Proud to be Canadian Idiot like perpetual mine fires burn often greenday vision: smoke so much I'm invisible like therm-optics (residual simulation accumulating) drip-drops in the bucket I'm dreamscapin' imbue my nature with cloudy erasure
5.
patterns are radically unravelin' blank sheet cascading no ideas to add to it little piece every day on some advent shit ....seems I'm in a police state of undress sick of bein asked to please state my name and address goin' Othello with the bovarism bourgeois bitchin screamin at the top like my motive's winnin' when I know it isn't ........ just glamorize the aesthetic in these local manlet eyes I'm pathetic-n'-proud usually quiet then prophetically loud but discouraged by how truth's never gettin' around physically move forward from difficulty by often walkin then quickly lost the progress tryna catch up with the annunaki fuck a straight mind i want it boggled sinkin' into the dirty side like a rotten bottle the stuff i burn-ain't-fucky no Tree of Woe off the turnBuckle study the official story too hard you'll learn nothin' history's written by victorious murderous fuckheads lets fastforward to when it's sick civilian unrest meanwhile im' gettin' turnt like busted ankles up bent seven years in somehow aint faked no success still smacked-off top-end-pot can barely handle-my buzz my boi picked the pack o quads offa Maritime Bus……. I used to talk shit if ya took welfare like they some succubus-under now I'm like fuck it, run it up leave the government hustled...... tumultuous glutton wild colored cloth I'm cut in while shut in what in the fuck is up with all the dirty cooked sheeple grungiest mutton you stinkin o ciggies i probly won't wanna butt in don't trust news blurbs bout aliens'navy defense n' Obomba'is puppets ... clouded up need to force my sensory blank scan the ceilings cuz that's where I stored all my memory banks go ahead with the thanks quick lil eTransfer and I'm getting the danks
6.
cut my own hair extra fresh AF like the first mow Blowin old gasoline it really ain't the worst odor life's a bitch i do not need her, flippin out crazy like Ron Creager, lost my calm demeanor ////// so quit fuckin raggin me took me twenty somethin years to check out Big Brother Magazine slap a crying emoji on some good news ..you doin' better good for you ****"careful who you call dope"**** pay a couple extra for a better bag like Kicking Horse .... I'm just pickin at scabs skitterin' bitchin if yer human-trash litterin' sometimes ain't doin much ...except failin' everything all at once wondering where this mass of bugs crawled in from glitchin in and out, a phasing holo-graphic design nightmare jot lines frame-dippin' in Backrooms leave ya right scared .. n' shit but I bare with it
7.
BBL 02:45
remembering my aged-5 dreams oddly cynical child mind never thought I'd see 19 tried to picture 23 at 7 and dissociated pushin' 30 instantly thoughts race thru bewildered places cloudy mind, dark-faced grey nerd ..... still I'm a heartrate raiser; let's run it up I like my black coffee so hot it scorches thru the double cup .. the fuck is up yuh nuthin much it's a crazy life... ****bitches be like "Bitches be Like" like they ain't the bitches they be like**** scrapping wit crappy furniture the room's all tussled leak this shit right from the lab it's not the Wuhan-struggle busted headphones wit' BrooklynZoo the Wu all muffled still bring the Ruckus like the Boondocks uncle
8.
(transparent brandin' see-thru skin clouded) I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain" (my youth puddled up dry it's a thin fountain) I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain Human form not sure what I get out'it I'm alien n I landed on Lynn Mountain plug my phones in go for noisy walks to avoid my thoughts that's poison rot you think it's free will but the choice is not conveyor belts force the slop..... OH my Seeing grown-over slow-signs in the low sky media's controlled arms, two left wings til they snap right governments lead us along by the glow of the gaslight static displays hum and haw blur as they pass by society on me ass high coagulate indecencies, shake my pants modulate the frequencies to make em dance I'm an uncommon thing like a mandragon- fans drag me like "Fuck Off And Sing" sold ya souls to security; info trucked off to Ring
9.
kefka vibe 03:34
brain's a cookie boy I burnt the biscuit beyond just killing time now, I murder minutes heard the whisper turn it to flimsy competition n hurl the discus can't tell what ya girl had on her neck but now my pearls is fittin' blingin' in some knockoff knock-offs you ain't heard of this drip last few shroom-outs I should be deterred from trippin' but a big-toe in-an-acid bath I'm still nervous dippin' slur my writtens slappin' a T-Bird baked sippin' dirt hibiscus NS-Sports: It's In The Game to lose and then just die putrid guy clownin toxic style on some kefka vibes failed the pre-approved experiment and cried vaulted off the playhouse top n forgot to connect a slide slumped-out in sand but appreciative I get to fly screen blotted out like printing just from resin dye mid-bolt back to the boathouse I'm forgettin' why short-term elongated memory erasure
10.
THE WELL-TUNED DICKHEAD (((I get up early with the pheasant chirpin do a sketchy turn and get to pleasant workin's))) probably an odd time to suddenly wanna get a turban I can't really care 'bout what news-skit worshippin' dumbdumb's tellin' me planet-runners pluck haarp's-strings 'bout to sing a mudflood melody lately been catching myself checking apps for inspirationals it seems I need a slap on some wrists fer a wake up call smoke the pile morbid fast but I got More Stashed you want me to take the Forced Vaxx... send it through DoorDash Gimme four doses til I hit the floor, SPLAT so I can call up daddy-government and cry 'give me Your Cash', Poor Ass bongin on the porch slabbed like fresh concrete coughin' grey until my neck's popping n' I can finally simmer down and walk around a calm-creep the glaring fact I need a lil mental help; it gets obvi driving to a quick death like I got some car-fent on me nahh me making a profit off pills is a nightmarish long-lost dream I could really never Pack these beats with so much fluff it could fill a heffer Think of every drop of alcohol spilled at Heather Beach Pool it all with flaming grains of sand this’ll never reach coherency Or a single picture-able point that ain’just heresy Spelunking soaked within my doctrines to assess the Deep Know i resurface soon i should address the Reef, errrr Maybe not... just darkly benefit from doom-n-gloom and burn smog Drop outsider observations like Werner Herzog … . . . . .. . [[I get up early with the pheasant chirpin’ do a sketchy turn and get to unpleasant workin's Apparently i trip off life; Hell-view misled Micro-dose tonal im that well-tuned DickHead ]]]

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released October 30, 2021

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