(Wandissimo:)
If I could risk my life I would but the risk is already burning down my neck. Now I'm done playing games like checkers. Chinese folk know me as the Chinese Checker. She burned me, now my neck hurts. I say I fell down the stairs to halt all these hurtful stares. My eyes are honey glazed. Yeah these are my money days. Check this, you don't know about the money days. The best part about it is that I'm broke as fuck. I'm out of cash, better grant me some luck. I'm out of here in my pickup truck. Running over motherfuckers. Karma, suck my nut.
And I regret nothing.
If I did that would change nothing.
No, I don't care about nothing.
Except you.
("peter":)
hunchback, i'm hyperflexed in hyperspace transference.
i might just let it go.
i am not.
flames on my >right and left<,
but my power is harmlessness.
well, i said it,
right?
i'm goku but emotionless
with emotional problems and
"awakened to emptiness".
eye've got one eye on loneliness, and
another on homelessness, and
a third focused on the back of my mind. it says:
UR EMOTIONAL FACULTIES
UR MISCHIEVOUS TENDENCIES
LIKE DANTE ALL OVER ME
"ABANDON ALL HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE"
CHECKS CASHING OVERSEAS
OR BOUNCING FROM UNDER ME
YOU'RE AN EXPENSIVE HABIT
TAXING ME TO MY CASKET
∞I'VE GOT NO SPACE I'VE GOT NO SPACE I'VE GOT NO SPACE∞
IF U BUILD A HOUSE NEXT TO ME
I'LL AUTOMATICALLY RETREAT
I'LL AUTONOMICALLY REPEAT
I'LL AUTOMATICALLY RETREAT
Lo-fi experimental synth music from the Estonian producer and frequent Dean Blunt Collaborator, crafted in conjunction with a graphic novel. Bandcamp New & Notable Mar 24, 2024