1. |
Kept
02:29
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heart’s misplaced in the right place lately
am i really this nice or appliantly lonely,
too outpatient, inconsequential,
favorite pains and past-times past their thresholds
nostalgia, stress sweat, big crybaby
in a class full of NASA employees
TNO crash-lands right into the MIR
fuck i bit your stem, pipe in my legbeard
down six foot faith
that last spring break
where promisers get made
they get made and they rally
[i've been born again, my hole life]
kept a hold and still
i’m moving couches in my mind
lava-lamping eyes doing
what they were assigned to
well, somebody once told me
the world was guy fieri and
i probably made him up in my head
he was looking kinda fun
put a flame shirt on the sun
and it kept us all warm before we ded
my heart’s misplaced in the right place lately
am i really this nice or appliantly lonely
like i’m laughing, bubbly, but i’m still bearing teeth
out those child-bearing gums i tease in my dreams
nativity scenes a family stage
un-woke sleeper agent
inside my braid whoops
tears start coming
won’t stop coming
fed two wolves
kept car running
talk around the space
in hopes that we’ll move closer to
closing door, open window
or something to jump out
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2. |
AUT0M80
03:15
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inclined to think it more complex
and way more deep but
i know it is really knot
imprinted feelings on the
ceilings of my liabilities i
know not much about
& no no aye aye above it
no no encased within it
the want to fuck me no induct me
when i’m not much of a therapist
[look]
sissy academy kicked me out
cause i flunked my tests so
hard my debrief counselor won’t
even hang 'em on the fridge
eradicate all the fight left in me
autocorrect middleman in the machine
compulsive status serendipitous
to every single doubt i’ve peaked
starting to like men like i like my dreams
lucid and nowhere near my sleep
stuck-shift moorings of moodrings
the bee bites, the dog stings
fills the void of peggin’ poetry, breckinridge
negotiating between all
hardware, software needs
anesthetic heiress
wearing your dad’s things
in frosted glass blur of begging
for affections revealing itself as
the site of infection for all the
autoimmunity idols played
i toss and i turn, digesting
tenured bandaids now
she’s sentimental and too pent up on
the times she still can’t understand
floating around picking up toys
like an adult while i'm asleep in bed
stilted, emotional, automations are fishing
off the coasts of these deluded, plumbob-y
streams of my consciousness in repetitions
wrapping themselves all around this old urgency
no wonder we burn up all our sim families
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3. |
Idle Ad___
11:11
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sul sul nooboos
sahnai walloforg gibse
daba du dag
let’s go
let’s go to bed
come here
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cooking and eating should be fun, should be, right?
well, for just 999 a meal
we are
not chased around
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i had a dream that like i was on this ship
and like i’m gonna drown but like
i went through the water and ended up in a
classroom or something, or it was a concert
i’m not sure. i just sat around for a little
and all of a sudden you were there
working on something.
then the
morning wakes up
once more
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4. |
Twink Peaks
04:42
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so mature for your age
i’ll, i’ll show you some
whose old enough, stunted growth
mimicutie, miniature experience
[good morning america
i'm excited to tell you
on tuesday morning]
there's vacancy right here
i’ll show you some
or all my means, ripping seams
of the adult, interactive carton
you seem stressed, back into nothing
sissy fuss flying down thee mountain
[and i promise you it
will be a morning to remember
see you soon]
withdrawn and drawn in blood
i'll, i'll hit you up
brick by brick by
bigger brick
hyuck
uncle's your bob
vacancy neoning your face
half-full half-moon
how, how much
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