Pancakebrah vs. Split Eight SPLIT EIGHT WINS

[PancakeBrah]

I tighten my jaw. Watching Nick at Nite and it's raw. Doodle, just writing some bars.
Pull out couches. Popcorn. Countless ounces of Orange Soda, Kel smiling in awe.
Every program grazed by Midas's paws. I mourn over the fact I've grown older.
Nostalgia, tasteless on my tongue.
Youth is wasted on the young.
Fraying apart, life splinters. Life's winter. The age old graying of hearts.
Yes, I am Afraid of the Dark.
But it's all different now. Stilted, foul. Wilted growl. It's All That, and more.
Wasted afternoons, lazy. My favorite moments to call back when bored
lately. "He just sat and thought of the past all his nights."
Well, yeah. You would too if you watched Rockos Modern Life.
And these later viewings boggle the mind.
Subtly subversive, feels coated in goblets of Slime.
Ren and Stimpy, anyone? Even a young Cake knew something was wrong.
And now I can log onto 4chan and watch them fucking a dog (srs)
These lazy afternoons are personal problem now.
Motion? Prone. Apathetically wrote some poems down.
And
that one Stoop Kid episode hits a little to close to home, now.
And
Helga's a cunt.