#RoadRunnerVibes

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Spinning out just to turn around.

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Cold flushing ambivilents

Calculated viscuss amidst bloodsheding innocents

Stainless glares into nothingness

Phosphetic stains on the hour glass

White hot rinse over your ugly ass

Could you if you should've or would you forsake with the underhand

Shake on the rusty can

Burn slow where the tin foil crams

Scuff slink slyly srcuff up and just slip away

Rugged scally cotched under lith

Jagged edge of the loft

Day to day sick and tired of chasing it

Change up the game

Switch up the pace then get dug steady ins

7th fold now Im buried in

Tremmors were stablized

Ignants retoricised

Ostrasised along side the obscene

Rendered everthing arms length beyond reach

Skim stones sink

Wishbones over think

Steel crome shimmers the brink

Wheel keeps turning

All I can do is to blink

Another Monday flunked by noon

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@intheirhonor @sugarmint-dreams @buttholesurfer69 @especially @compulsive @peachy-angel @utrippy @glowingaesthetic19 @fuckyeahsciencefiction @eatsleepdraw @opalowy @monteswisha

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Napolitana Relish, Mango Chutney, EDAM!!!, Balsamic glaze plus Serano - the Agdolo(nu)ttino

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A litteral translation of alliteration alliterated

Throught instantanious ignats of ignant reliance

Through staind souls set alight

Rolled buttered in bold

Culled dulled dilly dabbed till dull

Brask emultions in my battery line

Ol day long night

Still golden taps unwound

Crates pillaged and how

Yakka swilled in on and futher in dry wines

Strained lanes cloved casks pink braids

Plaide pleats chewed book brant skippies

Trunging troves trowel transient iron cape

All the way on your frisbee with hats off ried raids

Trangias trungers midi upper

Cold verde solid dirt sprains

Milk crates still cleaning up till tips caved

28th Feb - 28th July

Why are we still even running?

19th July

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Its like this, its like that, its like that.

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⚠️Sumohhh shieet to make your eyes bleed ⚠️

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Glitch lab swishin at the park

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Living across the road to a construsction sight has lessons. For example, if the noise pollution makes it hard to sleep perhaps leave half my blunt overnight in a concrete dumpster and learn to harden up over 48 hours. Plus, plus sleeping like slabs of concrette sounds way better some baby (bitch-amen).

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One of those lue larry lochie liam moments

Didn't even want to proof/re-read but 🥤🙃💦🕳

I am slowing every time I stand out

Callin out momentary glipses of the sounds I'm putting out

Pulling down the the wasted shine

Rinsing rye o well me oh my

Sugar soap and wingless flys

Three legged docs

Permeated length to listen when it glisten

Drained manes trunging the phosphorecent inference

Molten sulphuric displaced internalised disposition of my existance

They say money makes no difference

When they say this aint that distant

Find your own way right to the stylus

Keep the knife in my guts twisting with stray gusts of the wind

Dank musk often sugar coated till it busts

Break the mold and clutch the cusp

Scrape the rocks kick the dust

Drink the taper till the cows come home

Sing and bail out the gauntlet dripping on the rail

Cast scoles through binded sails till the coaster that holds my concience coinsides persevears through the gated stains

Ram horns craining arched branches

Always feeling the darkest

Making out with my own brain stem

Telling myself it don't ever change

Brace the chain

Embrace the smile

Spin the dial

Unresured yet wenched inspired straight down the final mile

Call it sweet call it mild

Call it spit call it mud

Call it subject matter

But whatever

Buds another forever hollow lifer

Lifting high balls

Lifting tumblers

Softened writhes

Warming up slow stretching Lo Fi vibes

Screaming with yellow butterfly

Casing water features with grey lines

Splashing beer over pot pie

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You know how it is.