new song intro – rude (adult)

My dick  like anothers bank account difficult to access

I don’t wan any bitch who thinkin who she’ll shag next

Perplexing i don’t wanna go outside anyway

How am I gon get ma way if I stay home n play

Benevolent

War of the world’s or have we worn out the words

I be alien in the swarm gonna jot the absurd

Am breaking shakin up from the forms o this verse

you never get the best of me when listening to the herd

You Glistenin aluminium foil on your head

pretendin to be dead all your sins begin to blur

Man ain’t breakin bread I’m the man that bringin myrrh

Mad man meaning wisdom my mind in a mess

Nuva sign am in a stress tests blessings of occurrence

Generalising strict static references early

Eerie is the sentiment of living by the birds tweet

Eagerly awaitin for someone to hear this nerd speak

Its Bleak however am livin it to a positive

Never meant to heat up situations for the consequence

Heaven sent

Heaven rest for am a friend ov God

Be it am a sod

Hesitant still I’m benevolent

modafinil update

 

dreamin – dafodils etc

Dreamin o the daffodils high on the modafinil

the sun light dies over the hill n now I’m daft n ill

am laughin now my life was so hard I’ve half the skills

I wanna chill gettin retarded no graft I’ll get my fill – I’m

regrettin all my mispent youth truth th time was killed

forgettin all th use o my means – – no thrills

low bills but no pleasin easily my minds spilled

over from the chills o th craziness aint my will

had no real schemes for this cat to get the cream

Till I was deemed to wither away into the moonbeams eerily

I hardly had a penny o my own to be feedin me

it seems it keeps revolving as I’m still here n needing see

life can be revolting insults will speak clearly

who wanna hear me when yer ears r still bleedin – pale

feverish skin will break sweats when I’m asleep

hell I’m best left deep in a heap to be countin sheep

dreamin – dafodils etc

dreamin o the daffodils sky high in ignorance

substance abuse no excuse for bein such a cunt

seems I fucked up mad men may be ok with it

such is the ardous journey to the end of bliss

the end of this – need to get with the common sense

man takin the piss need to accept that were in a mess

I see all around me as peeps will come and go show

that out ov our damn minds the sun wont forever glow

slow down the flow dont let yourself go

you gotto get with the program even though its a slow jam

a gram in your hand make you foes into friends

or send out that man and dont go out on no bender

return to the sender absurd as it may sound

be bound by the entropy so low its underground

no come down perpetual know toes touch the ground

find a fresh remedy like the love that can be found – believe

dreamin – dafodils etc

Time tittle tattles

Time tittle tattles while I rattle and rock

signs of the tatters am in all round the clock

stop — gotto get in check with the lot of it

besotted with this ride most certainly not

what to be me I got forgotten on this block

like odd socks sabotagin plots it’s a mirage

lyin to the flock like farage my ink blots

oasis of the past disaster I’m gettin plastered

clink glasses with bastards I’ve mastered the arts

fucked up like an artist while I just cant be arsed

to be startin to blast out left and the right

insights are a blessing to be messy in this plight

oh so existential I don’t own no pencil

mental existence resistance is shite

half wits are so dense pretence in enlightenment

I’m frightened my pen held firmly as I write this

Modafinil

Dreamin o the daffodils high on the modafinil

sun light dies over the hill now I’m daft n ill

laughin now my life is so hard with half the skill

wanna chill gettin retarded no graft gettin my fill

regrettin my mispent youth all my time was killed

forgettin all the use o my means now its no thrills

low bills but no pleasin easily my minds spilled

over from the chills o my craziness aint my will

I had no real schemes to get the cream until

my dreams withered away into the moonshine eerily

hardly had a penny of my own to feed me

seems it keeps revolving cos I’m still here needing

life can be revolting insults will speak clearly

who wanna hear me when ya’ll ears still bleedin

feverish skin will break sweats when I’m asleep

best left to lay dead in a heap an am countin sheep