Ill pour cereal in the centrifuge Then get to tyin vellum into pretzel loops The right timing makes everything a breakfast food I'm eye spying every exception to every rule Sidewinding the etched groove of the resolute Blind psyche thats tempered blue by the exit wounds Head fueled by hexxed runes and spectral fumes Negligence the nemesis that left a few friendships ruined Relax stop its too heavy dude Collapse all thoughts into cat paws on a metal roof Ahh yeah that's a lot better wheww Light as a feather in the cap of a rebel youth With a can of iron lak in the backpack Signing on the dotted on the bottom of the amtrak I used to smoke pot out of tin foil Now I'm smooth on the joint collagen and fish oil There's a storm coming that I can't measure And thats Bad weather for a fact checker I've ran eschers with every last effort Despondent from a bondage that I can't sever There's a storm coming that I can't measure And thats Bad weather for a fact checker I've ran eschers with every last effort Despondent from a bondage that I can't sever Got an alter with a geode Opulent occupant of the cosmic and the real Noble born Oval quartz face melter Home decor for the no remorse cave dweller Hunkered down underground Til the storm pass The lightning is tightening the chitin in my thorax Emerging warmth in servitude to bone thaw Thirsty for and allergic to the photon So its shades on total eclipse Focused into a potion my proboscis can sip I just open up a portal with a hop and skip I'm a god and a mortal and its awkward as shit I train corvids with a ball and a stick To take trinkets from normies with honor roll kids Foresight with the range that a Llama can spit I warp drive through the space that a comma can give I hydroplane on top of the mist Opportunities they gone in a jiff I'm crossing thangs off of the list Like the chance of me droppin the splits I toggle the switch I'm either on or off of the fritz Checking the ledger of every domino flicked I'm more than an anonymous autonomous blip Swimming in a cacophony of audible clicks

I'm a human with a crutch I treat music like a drug Drink kombucha by the jug If you ain't got bubbles you in trouble I'm a sack of flesh and bones With a mask of jest and prose One more dance then let it go If you don't like bubbles kick rubble You can kick rocks in some flip flops I can chop wood I got a big ox Nothin but bubbles up in my drip drops Every mumbles a puzzle for you to jigsaw Yeah we chop wood on the daily Just another hobbit with a daydream Maybe I'm an otter wit a brain freeze Belly full of mollusk like damn thats tasty You can catch me by the wharf Treasure map tucked in my shorts And thermos full of borscht Seadog with a yip and a yeehaw I chug bubbles by the keg I leave nothin in my wake Make me laugh and you'll get sprayed Seesaw on the tip of the tetons Gorilla grip in the fist of the king kong Silicate in the chip for the recon Vanilla mixed with the militant be calm Super silly a Supercillious detox I carry whats buried deep in the peat moss I been switching bodies for an aeon Precog with the palms of a tree frog So I can stick to my dreams and not peel off Carbon cycles made of stars Ride em without handlebars Twinkle twinkle in a jar Free Mason of the least sacred From a pit of swallowed grit I can skip a monolith Over onyx polished mist Teeth achin from a weak statement I could Bleed language in a deep sanguine Greek phaedrus even when I speak lamens Green acres with a street flavor Baby Jesus in a fleece blanket I been overpayed I've been cheap labor I been face deep in the heat vapors Life aint a beach on a screensaver The only thing guaranteed is cya laters I'm back on my bubble shit If you ain't you a sucka fish New paint on the mothership You like don't hoverin well don't stand under it Chugging bubbles til my throat burn If I can do it you can do it your turn Been doing it forever no sojourn And ima keep chuggin till im nothing but a full urn x2

If my savior was a glacier I wouldn’t hold my breath with paper weighters Vapors blur safety words into pain n anger Crate train em and bank em in a plane that never left the hangar Aphrodite in centerfolds Appetite of a wendigo Patricide on a sundial Cannonize the Apocrypha Asinine as a thumbnail Pantomime the anomolous Dragonfire on the gunwales Malachite in the pocketbook Alibi for the blood spilt Maximizing the aquifer Dataminin the mud shale Labyrinth inside a polymer This is straightjacket calculus Im a wastebasket alchemist Paybacks a counterfeit Ain’ t that about a bitch This is straightjacket calculus Im a wastebasket alchemist Way past the outer edge Stay back im out of it Brakepads build patience Stained glass in a still stasis Race track whale chasin’ll Get ya Ahab’d in a krill blanket Pack the pipe full of ambergris Acolyte of the macro lens Saccharides are my nanotech Granite eyes of a basilisk Lazy eyed speak the circumference is undetected In a game of minesweeper with nothin but lucky 7s A Nascent mind reader I’ll butter up the collective But my stay alive meters humongously un-effective Anchor my ideas in acres of pine needles And lace em with dyneema the betas a tight sequence A plaintiff of high leisure and hovery rubbernecking Omega the live feature of buffering all conventions This is straightjacket calculus I’m a wastebasket alchemist Paybacks a counterfeit Aint that about a This is straightjacket calculus Im a wastebasket alchemist Way past the outer edge Stay back im out of it Too out of shape to levitate the stairway to heavens gate Tryna excavate a better way There’s a gap growing In my soul where Im back hoeing And I can show you the ropes around that hole I’m lassoeing John Wayne cosplay Flambe’d crawlspace Crossfade all day from enclave to enclave Over Bronze Age saw waves Swan lake Ariana grande on skates Verses the get off of my lawn face Id rather See an autobahn dogleg Then hear a monologue from Soccermom yaweh Stargaze opera at a Gondola soiree Baclava bombay and Otter pop entrees You’da thought it was hakuna matata in the shark tank These Apostles ain’t wearin balaclavas cause their artsy This is straightjacket calculus I’m a wastebasket alchemist Paybacks a counterfeit Aint that about a This is straightjacket calculus Im a wastebasket alchemist Way past the outer edge Stay back im out of it

I m more chop woody than snap fingery Bored onlooking I act eagerly Ive forgone cooking to snack fiendishly Smores on cookies in craft eateries Transpose Oreos into high art Tableau scorpio in a sidecar Back road morning glow made of pine tar Lab coat for the pulp when I grind hard Antidote for the broke is a pry bar Manifold mortal soul in a brine jar Animal sporting clothes and a blind spot Animals forage openly in my yard I hit a deer with a head nod He hits me back with a head twitch We picking up where we left off A couple nodes in the nexus With the tendency get lost And some greens in our breakfast Souls sing with our best thoughts Flesh crawls with a death wish Made friends with the frostbite Say amen to the long night Wavelengths gone sloth like Frames get cropped like maize in a combine Its okay I’m alright No my pain aint all mine Throw another log on the crossfire Sometimes too slow is on time Hands rough and the woodshed full Stashed up cause it could get cold Belly is a hearth skin is a windmill Elements are harsh I’m a bard with a windchill Three years on a farm was a big deal Ten years on a farm is a bit real No Im really not a quitter no But I was faced with a decision yes It was make it home for dinner Or a winter in the fissure With a mitten full of splinters Now its me and the mischief And she’s in my best interest Its a gift just to exist But I got things on my wishlist Still I chop wood and its all good Im mixing pleasure with business Made friends with the frostbite Say amen to the long night Wavelengths gone sloth like Frames get cropped like maize in a combine Its okay I’m alright No my pain aint all mine Throw another log on the crossfire Sometimes too slow is on time

I grew up with the misfits n the mutants Flip tricks in my supras Chewin sticks of bazooka Thick spliffs and visions of big shit in the future A quick twitchin medulla From wind sprinting with koopa Clever sensitive human Obsessed wit the minutia A gymnast who flips Over mischief and illusions Eclipse this im a luna Tick tick and im booming Investin in a tube of Fresh mint and a lufa Ginger lemon n licorice in the juicer Mixing medicine pestle pen and a sutra Sentiment reticent with my head up in the Bermuda Questioning every lemming in ceremonial hoopla Non sequiturs left him wounded no Leatherman for the suture No measurement for the sediment left from reckless maneuvers Just ancestral messages resurrected from humus A denizen of the vestiges detrimentally human First impression he possesses the pre requisite humor On the second you can tell he's introspective thats a 2fer Dialectic niacin breakfast to flush the rumors Or projections'll turn into a metric ton of tumors Pair of deuces he uses his plumage for the coup de grace No jewelers loupe needed to tell whether he's smooth or not I build cocoons silken rooms for my brooding thoughts Gilded wombs overfilled Balloons soon to pop Floating on the thermals of cupids booster shot Extra sensory helium in the fuselage To lift my spirits when its clear I lack the luminance To not tie a noose with the looney thoughts in my glue collage Its 20 second hugs and Communion talk Til we need the poopdeck on the Schooner swabbed Country living man it ain't all ooh la la There's a lot of motherfucking wood to chop Floatin Lil dip In a bubble bath Floatin Lift kit on the hovercraft Floatin Got my floaties on And im goin goin goin goin gone Floatin turn the gravity down It'll be a week fore you back on the ground Floatin let's evaporate Ima dance on a raft while I castaway Chuggin bubbles can't slow down No float valve hopin that I dont drown This a stone ground ho down In a ghost town locale I could throw a rope round a snow plow And ride it til my soles done blown out All in can't fold now No drought til the juice gets squoze out Halos and helicopter hats Sailboat in a terracotta flask Rainbows and pot of mashed Poatoes wit a gremolata dash Float buoyant where they won't voyage In the liminal where ya don't loiter Interlope wit icaro'd voices Hit the road little Tom Sawyer Huck finn wit a butt chin Bump this for the unsung on pointers Gold compass in a cold dungeon True north might take you where the moths coitus Drop coinage in a rock toilet Make a wish made of soft poignance Skinny dip in a long silence Sit a minute in a thought broiler Floatin in Sensory depravation Arc full of pedigree entropy in the makin March forward with centipede innovation Charged mortars and destiny for the taking Barn doorin the getaway from the matrix Stars born in the form of an orchid Settin straight the Weathervane in my spaceship Floatin on the warmth of the formless Floatin Lil dip In a bubble bath Floatin Lift kit on the hovercraft Floatin Got my floaties on And im goin goin goin goin gone Floatin turn the gravity down It'll be a week fore you back on the ground Floatin let's evaporate Ima dance on a raft while I castaway

Eye pillow of bright filament flashbacks My silhouette'll pirouette around the abstract Nerve endins prefer epsom to the rat trap But addicted to the kick when it snap back Never the kid to be convinced by the that's that Mineral grit sticks to my kicks made of brass tacks Blue moon catch me with a broom and a black hat Mistletoe over the ephemeral for my last dance Not keeping score with the either or's Halfway through season four of what the fuck is reason for? Sandman can't stand that he's not dreaming more Every days a collegiate course in how to take the scenic tour Meteor with pre flight anxiety A look on my face you could read like a diary Like everything's all good Truman show everybody knows thats a false-hood Stoic poet with toes dipped in a foampit Slow roasting my growth edge on a bone spit Pinion snacks and hymnals stacked to the ziggurat River rat skipper of a wicker man ghost ship Not a soul on board Not a single reason for me to hold on for So its plank struts a jacknife and watery grave lust No grief RIP cards or bagpipes n black ties Just Black tides and blink sharks with Halloween taste buds Heart locked in a chest where the anchors live That hides from the light when its passed by an angler fish Unlocked by the whispers of lost languages Festering as the Centerpiece of gods aquarium Got a fruity pebble sea floor Last name boats first name Seymour Saline solution being brewed in the deepest womb Bathosphere with a magic mirror playing peek a boo And it keeps getting wierder too Listen kids this the type of shit they don't teach in schools But they do teach home ec Safe phone sex and how to groom a cloned pet Yup the roombas got fleas again All them hairballs short circuited its sequencing So long as it can still brew the coffee Otherwise it's Cullen are you there do you copy? Nope Brain fog pools around my futon Hip joint sound like its stuffed full of croutons Crowd hypes all sound byte no nuance Out here tryna love all my quarks and my gluons Is it the birth of a legacy Or nothing but a dustpan effigy A Quick burst of energy Is Nothing but a dustpan effigy There is not a cure or a remedy I'm nothing but a dustpan effigy Everything is perfect ill just let it be Nothing but a dustpan effigy It's nothing but unconditional loving Til its time for you to sacrifice something I could rap about navigating the umbra But I'd rather carry on with daily functions Country bumpkin who waits too long to change the sponges And can stomach raw onion like its nothin True statement i can eat two plain grapefruits After a toothpaste deluge no frontin Forever unbathed river otter water in the dunk tank Brainfood spoiled by day two Mondays its a new wave breakthrough Tuesday its fake news Wednesday its nothing you could ever hold a flame to Everybody got a truth claim But wouldn't know it if it hit em on the head and got a goose egg Them arguments are two week like a moon phase But they drink it up cause some people love kool aid Not me I'm on that fresh pressed ginger drank Life gave me lemons I ain't fuckin with that minute maid Hard pressed to find excess in my piggy bank Cause I ain't counting chicken eggs I'm counting on myself to not make any big mistakes Thats a laughable attempt I calibrate a counterweight to catapult the stress Enough Inertia will divert the need to grapple with the mess And ill get to it after a little caffeine and some chess I mean how bad could it get The lab works on the desk Its bad and there's only one radical treatment left All side effects remain adverse at best Riiiight... can we talk about this later I got a date with a cat and a laser Have your people hit my people my people will hit my pager And auto sign yes I agree on all the waivers Meanwhile its me and Zoe midnight Arguing over whether they're rats or really big mice Shes got an Affinity for the tick bite Then off into infinity epitome of insight Sandman better get to sleep Quicksand under feathered feet Sand castle on a pebble beach Getting sweeped like a dustpan effigy Is it the birth of a legacy Or nothing but a dustpan effigy A Quick burst of energy Is Nothing but a dustpan effigy There is not a cure or a remedy I'm nothing but a dustpan effigy Everything is perfect ill just let it be Nothing but a dustpan effigy

You couldn't find odder colors in Picassos cupboards Topless tuppers and art sparked from jostled jumpers Fossil duster with a lot to uncover And its a grind when im inside of the sprocket cluster Why am I always buffin off the luster Just to identify all the spots where I'm rusted Then stash it away in my cache of aww fuck it Folly spotter comical blunders my alma mater Heigene is aieeeght you can fault my father High priest of the cabal of the constant flosser Kid with fidgets and digits with olives on em Last call for the squadron of the pie faced high five gang My pillow is a bag of spent rye grains My fingers dream of shadow dancing on Steinways In the wake they grind grains into wide planks For me to glide straight over avalanche migraines No trolley problems on TGI Fridays Or CGI highways I'd rather feast my eyes on a Lightwave Tree rings live I could peek inside an ice age Even eden had a dry phase Still ima pray for sideways rain until my shrine breaks I could have it and eat it but I don't even like cake I dont like jello but I like the way it gyrates I dont judge a book by how the spines shaped But I do judge a foot by how it looks in some wine grapes No MySpace blind dates Just blind rage at all of life's dice games Like I need a spy plane Just to find the right way To manage trying to write thangs on a tight time frame Eyes trained on the brightside of the pyrite claim It might take more than a croissant and a bite of melange spice cake To get the neck of the zeitgeist craned Five days of brined waste in a can in the driveway Vs sustainable as a trite phrase It leaves a bitter smack on the palate And I could cringe at that but this ship'll wreck If we dont mix some bags of cemented facts in the ballast Theres food a plenty enough detritus in these ruined cities To keep the looters busy and forevor stoop the pigeons Remove the splinters upcycle em into tools for finches Two for flinchin ain't a new invention Crickets bats and nuclear weapons leveled up the losers grimace No longer a youth on a mission thats a euphemism for crucifixion My muse is my engine a hemi with mini Cooper pistons But she gets super pissed when I use the kitchen and don't do my dishes This is music for any human who is or isn't superstitious Whats a brush for whats a brush for Besides getting lost inside a junk drawer Whats a brush for whats a paint brush for Lived my whole life inside a junk drawer Whats a brush for whats a brush for The whole God damn world is a junk drawer Whats a brush for For the slight chance it might breathe some life into the unformed Birds aren't real their imaginary avians Inside job from back in the pre Cambrian I Hail from the clan of the meek sapiens Scapula reshaping into wings while I scream Adrian From what their gathering gravity keeps failing him So please please take me off your freaking mailing list Yall are boring id rather gather stories from a trees radius Wee baby steps gotta crawl before you marathon But straight out the hole I been a head like a prairie dog Larynx with merits from dropping carrots in the swearing jar All aboard the carriage fore the pheromones start wearing off This merry go is older than Jericho The oldest polstice of flesh sulfur and sweat On the fulcrum's edge holding my breath im still not over it yet But even if I was id rather chew erasers for a buzz then turn Graphite into fuzz Ill turn a halflife into a cabride with my buds Like its my last night under the flashlight from above No fadeaways just echoes in the alpine And angels that breakdance on needlepoint soundbytes Ether void outlines lost hope noises All roads and choices lead to compost toilets