[oats]

Tune into FUBAR 24.7 from sun-up to closure,
and catch the odd composure of our off-melodic funeral rock,
the slackjaw Top 20 Hit, "Bossanova in Keyboard" by Cubicle Sloths.
They beseech you, crude cross emphatic, that -IMAGINE IS GOD-
as they spooned you proofs mathematic that the truth of all magic,
lies in inadequate bias towards thematics of science, reason & thought...

Cubicle Sloths line was hilariously vivid, dope line. The flow in the latter 3 lines was nasty, content was on-point. suburban-commuter dystopian vibe to it.


again in the Kingdom of Hearts. Confess, I can't bury the CDs,
jay pegs, readings, the vids or the lyrics.
But I can set them in boxes, and never go near them.

raw, genuine emotion in this, def could relate. dark side of nostalgia, when it hurts too much to realize the past won't happen again. loved it

Happiness happens. Misery's the shit that makes y'all revisit.
Time to keep rhyming these steely, eulogical rivets,
Someday you'll find it's you thats gone missing.

this is like, facing forward but looking back. if that makes sense. the solace of newfound wisdom through the cold reality. drop the mic type line



sandy seminars, my scholarship - the science of dreams
dissertations due the night you believe. try it and see
iron microchip sequences cyber viruses, freeze
typewriter whiskey and water, lantern lighting, serene

first couplet is that touch of magic, makes me want to believe in my childhood dreams of the future again. second couplet is that musky dungeon reflection, tar-stained journal entry. loved both for different reasons, though the juxtaposition made it a bit abrupt for me to really appreciate their individual brilliance.


look around. your eyes are likely a leash


you always got those knockout punches in there, like this. simple, straight, powerful.


chained myself to the moment. made an elaborate escape


this is another one of those standout lines, the following line copped out from what it could have been though. took the rug out from under us too early.


Rhode scholars, camouflaged as addicts or saints
cocaine catholicism. pray they'll pass you a plate
valleys and lakes, rivers and tides, you live or you die
shut the fuck up or become the very thing you despise.

first couplet was a dope visual, fiends in the rows of pews itching for communion. levels to dig there. second couplet was dope




if mission is rhyme - sip slow and let our documents shine
envisioning crime to serve justice like optometrist prime
for homogenous tribes in this particular groove,
religion is viewing different shadows on a similar moon
triforce when logic fails to hum a resonant truth
on forest frequencies too ancient to remember their roots..

loved the optometrist prime bit, though the couplet together seemed to juggle a lot, made it feel conceptually cramped. but it still fit. religion line is a great crescendo to the closing image. it was like the Endor of the soul. or Treetop Village from Donkey Kong Country on a cool, windless night. but while recognizing that you’re not just a product of the problem, but a perpetuation of it.



this was dope. if I were to put a name to it, it would be theme of consciousness. it was a barrage of related feelings and images, similar destinations reached by going different paths. dug it though, very glad I spent my time reading it.