Finding meaning in things that don’t have meaning
Takeaway all the things that don’t have meaning
Leave you with a half ton of humanity
Fill the bathtub with my anatomy
My flesh fail that paper bag test, forgive my vanity
Rip your heart out like Kano, Mortal Kombat fatality
Just ran into my ex, she was at the Baltimore Gallery
Saddened to see her lonely barely spoke to her
She got mad at me
But the backstory of this ex was a Shakespearean tragedy
So whatever I turned the page, I’m doing better
Found my voice again, a Queen to protect my neck
What’s up Netta
Had a few things to get off my chest, I’m so meta
Sick of nights taking Ls, I’m the King so clever
And that’s checkmate
Another World Is Happening, I say that till my death day
Save it in your notes and write it in an essay
I don’t mind grinding but I do mind dying
Do my best to get by, what I find
What a find

Need to see how things really are
Keeping me from things outside myself

Staring at the ceiling, I’ve been staring at the ceiling
Blindsided by that summer nosedive
My seventh letter 86’d it
Chest full of turbulence, feeling like our flight back from NOLA
Haven’t seen our garden in so long
Let it grow on, it is all love
Had to bury my best friend in the backyard
Of a house that I know I’ll never make a home of
And so I’m staring at the ceiling
Sober as the morning sun, staring at the ceiling
Feeling out of loop
So I pour a cup of coffee like Bob and Emmylou
Pursuing the absolute
And keeping it moving through any valley that I approach
God self is something that I have to hold close
I don’t mind grinding ‘cause I do mind dying
Do my best to get by, what I find, what a find…

I can hate the player, the game, and the devs
and still break an engagement, the stage, and a leg
Me and a couple cyberpunks sipping the ciders up
moving at high speeds til we crash like 2 colliding trucks
tallied the masses currency as a measure
of who's first to be murdered commercially at my leisure
and we can break bread but at a distance
Like Mr. Fantastic working at a Panera
30 vertical OLED screens is how i set scenes
Freddie Mercury Krueger, cycling through all your wet dreams
government got it out for me, even when it's left-leaned
air bender Zaheer, retrieving beers via jet stream
shoulda kept your hands and necks clean
ended up in a holding cell in a pair of distressed jeans
hanging from a bed sheet next to jeffrey epstein
resembling a D/S scene minus the sex swings

(whistles)

Repeated apophenia, repeated apophenia...