scraps

[Split]

mostly scraps i just wrote in boredom, put together.




Existentialist confused for absurd-- if you're quoting my quotes wrong.
If that sentence fit you- observe when you're phoning, my phone's off.
I'm Albert Camus prescribed these Klonopin blues.
The ghost of Godot has arrive as the impossible looms.
Medical K-holes. I'm a dead man theoretically stable, dosing, on quotas
of rhyme schemes to conjure and brew. Humorless. Knocking your ulnar.
Conversing through literature, coughing coffins of letters,
pugilist pawing a plume, Brock comma Lesnar
who's just rock'em socking'em too,
with big words, talking for two, oxygen dwindler,
running my maw to muffler rocking off limiters
till it's a hunnid monox in the tomb and I fall into slumber
in this mono-columned sepulcher- so you all get the picture in color
that I scripted by numbers with no sound getting through.
Duller & dimmer. Metasevenfold.
My ultimate finisher's dry wit, it's soul. I'm quick. The Brah would believe it,
even apologize, sheepish with watery eyes while I'm being Boston & proud.
He'd probably mean it. I'm drinking gin straight. I'm sloshing around.
I'm analogous to Whys with methodical doubt. Dote on your fallacies, too.
That'd be wow. Logical bounds.
Conclude that the photons surrounding my noggin's
perimeter are my tautological tout. Stick to your frowns.
I'm sleep walking. My week's sloppy. I seem wonky.
I found separable equalities in the fountain of youth.
They called me a racist. I only meant that the process
of aging was intended for you to sense depth as you float on
to death in a cold pond. No rhyme here.
Be the misconception of you that impresses the most broads,
and in back pockets, save breath- fiberglass, toxins intact,
but instead pack it in opposite, like with the top in the back,
talk off tits & collapse- at least your awkward pause'll be lucky.
blowing smoke. the pack has been thinning. combusting.
Roanoke in a census. So hope in the sense that once lost we will seek,
says the Dalai Lama si se llama Dali, seems as these clocks have been gushing.
I'd pause for my viewers remote, but im limited to play, skip, and rewind,
I'm the fourth wall's dimensions in which divisions of Eight is confined.
grape is to wine as "starship's to base" s'to a station,
television at night, stationed to the bridge Enterprise.
Syndicated and shit. Shit that's decaying the shit in your mind.
I'm impatient epitomized,
Inpatients would sympathize with my cynical deference,
you give what you get, which- hey! it's a gift of my fucks unsolicitized.
as my Ritalin kicks- my function is release and rehearse
a speech to confer that the greatest trick I'll ever pull-
was a vindictive bitch (but believe she was a better girl)
graced with devilish physique and a jetsam of curls, in a twist,
whose favorite conceit was convincing the world I didn't exist.

[PancakeBrah]

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[Wise Wiggles]

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This was fucking wicked. a spicket of lyrical splooge, spewing super sonic slaps to my brain engine. Clocks gushing. Stick/ frowns. Cold ponds. Ritalin. And so on and so forth. Reading this makes me want to drop trou and fist a gilf breathing her last skanky fucking breath. Props. I'm gonna add you to mah friend list!

[Eŋg]

up.

[oats]

didn't read, up




jk you know I read it. I like doing verses like these tbh, every now and then it's fun to compile the scraps, you wind up remembering a lot of flashes of dope that can go any which way (probably why they didn't make it into a larger cohesive verse). I liked a lot of shit in here though. plenty of great lines/couplets, and nothing stood out to me negatively at all.

I'm analogous to Whys with methodical doubt. Dote on your fallacies, too.

Be the misconception of you that impresses the most broads,

I'd pause for my viewers remote, but im limited to play, skip, and rewind,


a speech to confer that the greatest trick I'll ever pull-
was a vindictive bitch (but believe she was a better girl)
graced with devilish physique and a jetsam of curls, in a twist,
whose favorite conceit was convincing the world I didn't exist.


all of these were dope. good use of these bars, better to be here than locked away in obscurity.

[Split]

thank u oats and whys