you sculpt play-dough while i quote plato we’ll both be dead by the end of the day though natural habitat guts entwined around a shining halo turns out i prefer to lay low pay no attention to the man behind the curtain for certain, cloistered away like i’m thomas merton laid both to waste + to rest with this sermon while i’m out in the ruins still searching for service now you’re swaddled in porcelian + primal fear i die + drip slime all over your horse + war gear crocodile tears cascade + coat spindly spears it’s still unclear: what’s virtue + what’s just veneer to be born is to be horned it’s simply a question of if you stay adorned + every torso torn is just another sheep shorn so i trim the fat + heap scorn on mountains upon mountains of thorns + cheap porn cause a ruckus + run you ragged leave bodies burgled + junkyards jagged i rise from quicksand like something from a swamp dream deploy so many weapons better call the swat team i trot thru hot steam end up dead in bed with a fruited fiend who idolizes jack the ripper jacks off on strippers thinks what he’s packing’s bigger than the big dipper starve him for atonement like it’s yom kippur when the microbe bit, it left behind a micro chip programmed proboscis so time to jump ship and when he hits, it’s like a bird beak kissing a tree and when i sit, i have to be careful not to bend my knees turns out it takes an army to tend to my needs i only breed with the betrothed who makes me bleed out back in the dungeon, slurping up expired cattle feed somehow it never seems to end up how we agreed i emerge from my battle pod with a cattle prod + mount my deity, all hands on the saddle god it’s so timely + tragic, how you’re addled with clods of filth i whipped up from my own scrambled blood clots so let’s all abandon hope rather than try to cope it’s binary bifurcation: we’ll all die in code and my dual divinations don’t forebode so well for anyone who doesn’t want to implode grace + elegance, death-defying detritus only promiscuous right on the precipice don’t even bother to camouflage the evidence cuz i’m held in such high esteem: emeritus so below me can only see you with opera glasses below ground conducting the blackest of masses then i’m back above throwing bones at glass houses + flowing fountains of fluids on your whitest blouses i offend their delicate sensibilities like i’m piss christ sorry you’re too late, you just missed the heist i rule + root around in this roost of sticky rice but i’m not poultry i’m a fucking poltergeist not a destination, more like the vaunted vessel i grind your gooey gore like a mortar + pestle then i leave dishes unwashed + you disheveled i’m rolling in the dough like it just got embezzled discovered an imp imprisoned in a perfect prism + uncovered a gimp committed to juicing gism thus i go schizoid, my selves become schisms while i fuck the man + dismantle the system

produced by @rozzdyliams hooded parts of a sundrenched whole betray like a thief then turn back to a foal i debrief my devoted debris on the latest deal gold rings + gore, the greatest meal i have no faith in upright fauna gargle ashes, dub their mouths a sauna evolution or as i call it trauma sodom + gomorrah sequestered my limbs to caves, i crave escape from this living grave i want to transcend this form, the human norm, destroy all the nightclubs + college dorms demand to turn from simian to amphibian announce the transformation to all my minions i want to be more than this, crossed off on the new list anubis down in the pubis i require true bliss only ever fuck with an incubus who beheads at my behest, who ransacks the rest who doesn’t even peek before giving me the treasure chest now i’m imperial, immortal, immune to immolation my ennui pre-dates my predation the time has come to meet your maker let you labor on a fraction of an acre opposite of the quakers i’m the whole population’s corrupt caretaker refuse to be a chewed-gum house, so pliable natural shape unreliable shank bone thru a bible the bile rises in response but i can’t be held liable so i’ll leave the species, the genus, then the phylum hybrid, put in a high bid at the asylum dark heaving magic, manic, i’ll trample all over the tragic it’s like i’m sisyphus but with syphillis wickedness spawned from a copper chrysalis irrigating erogenous zones propagating androgynous bones don’t underestimate all the flesh hester ate when it festers, great dropped out a few semesters too late i’ll bargain with everything from 2 legs to 8 deflate from the deflection a whole army’s coordinated defection there’s a defect i failed to detect so underwhelmed with life in this sect so i sext like anne sexton to blow off steam slow in the seams, you may grow on me i may grow up to be gangbanged by the whole football team now that right there’s the american dream! life without industry is guilt this is the world that bleating banshees built to defy prop up on flesh + chainlink stilts switch skin for a dermis + steel quilt marinate in the fluids of your fathers + their failures i’m on the dock ready for each + every sailor vlad the impaler no life, no death, no breath, no inhaler encrypt with spit, buried in crypts with pits if the tool slits, if the barbed wire splits plan then commit crimes i’ll never admit you’re cloaked in cloacae i’m sunlit where’re my sycophants? so sick of “can’t” death wish the only one my genie grants only speak in garbled gregorian chants failed transplant of a thousand horned red ants convalescant, i convulse with a planetary pulse doctors mystified by blood test results i slide down the shiny pole indistinguishable from a black hole there’s nothing to me but i shellac the void emerged from a yolk sac with a broken toy these are the final results of my nothingness, please enjoy

your girl’s enslaved in a barn by a wannabe PT barnum where he varnishes his specimens, cuz they’re all destined for stardom he’s in bed with big pharma but he claims he never harms ‘em thinks there are zero dissidents up in here but trust me, there are some i’m shackled + feces-spackled because i sprouted webbed wings a chained changeling, i flew in on gusts of harsh arctic winds the artist wins but right now no one knows, this is how it begins i’m right here in between the bearded lady + the conjoined twins put on freak display like the ticking clock for doomsday who’s to say? fantasize about serving him as an entree, andale of course we double as dummies, we’re really just props to get him laid and somehow, some way, on payday we never ever seem to get paid oh the odium of being gawked at on this greasy gaudy podium better pony up so i can get faded asap on some dope opium i’m not user-friendly, i use up all the resources then usurp to cope with all the stress i stretch out + zone out with prime purp wrapped in glitter + gauze to better accentuate my clandestine claws no hidden clause in my contract for homicide by gleaming unhinged jaws i swoon + swirl around the stage to giddy eyewitness applause my paws hold fairy dust but soon they’ll grip employment laws to the gathered crowd i’m as fascinating as an ensnared centaur yet no one can sense our rage, although we’re deemed demented decor wage a war, cage the wild boar, shortly this life will be his to deplore yeah we can beguile + contort but we can also go to extremes to extort one of us, one of us about to turn this psycho sideshow in to true crime, cue the crows and its fearless ringleader, sting ‘im and bleed ‘er, leave him a john doe we’ll elevate the aesthetic sensibilities here to a marina abramovic show he’ll die before 60 (no) 50 (no) 40 like marilyn monroe to retain his form, he pleaded, begged for a holy union but i seceded funneled + dumped his seed down the rusty drain cuz it’s no longer needed demons on my shoulders croon while the tantric translucent angels get depleted you’ll want a good view for this, trust me friends, you’re not gonna want to stay seated i invoke the spirit of lorena bobbit bob for these poison apples, gobble it in the gold goblet i reduce his fluids down to a single doomed droplet i beseech you, this way to the egress everything in excess you’ll obsess over this never-before-seen curiosity, it’s so fresh in fancy dress go figure now he’s the most grimy grotesque creature of us all such gall, the human race will have no choice but to blackball it’s a free-for-all, we flee + sprawl, bid him adieu in a spidery scrawl so just remember: if you fuck with us, it’ll be your ultimate downfall keep us locked up, get chopped up one of us, one of us, one of usssssss

i’m the bastard offspring of mengele + a mannequin vats of blood when i sacrifice these virgins at the vatican had to pinky swear the pederast pope i won’t do that again oh shiiiit i just animorphed from a girl to a bat again traffick in virtue + vice like the squad that got heidi fleiss propped up on a squalid block in a solid block of ice til i spill + splice my sentence for blocking the way to the afterlife i’m after light i’m after spite i’m after the plague but before the blight and it turned out that the summit i’ve been climbing was just the convex cousin of my broken hymen nothing more than a thorn, nothing less than a diamond i’m just a preemie prelapsarian newborn rhyming they neutered me at my most nubile plunged in my guts for some new bile now my knees’ shredded in the ruby aisle defiled, suicidal, black widow bridal is it a mystery that i worship you? that i’d lick your boots no matter who you slew? the stoma stew, the morning dew the porn’s a clue as to what will tarnish the precious hue and i’m no longer human once the rent’s due court insanity like a blood sport in the heliport it’s a hellish wart: this globe of disgust i thrash + thrust manhandle mandibles i must please say you won’t traipse on my terse lust trample my earth’s crust and i corrupt every crumb put every morsel on a leash harness the coward’s carcass, let loose the leech on a candlelit beach where every bit of joy’s a touch out of reach like a plucked plum + a maggot-infested peach so preach + preen til the gore gleams and every female’s a teen i unspool my innards + unbuckle my spleen to splay out until i’m a split slit on a spit now i’m roasting all the way from cranium to clit they neutered me at my most nubile plunged in my guts for some new bile now my knees’ shredded in the ruby aisle defiled, suicidal, black widow bridal nothing i know matters more than what never happened nothing but nectar stains on every napkin i’m an assassin it’s more than anything you could ever begin to imagine

HERE IS SOMETHING YOU CAN’T UNDERSTAND: HOW I COULD JUST KILL A MAN when i was rosy-cheeked n shiny-beaked every day came the new disguised as antiques [so bleak] only thing worse than critique’s being ignored they bypass my cunt go for figs on floors next door so i kept both scorn + score to adorn this gore whore backed into a corner, in to a beast with 2 backs 2 face smacks 2 trains coming down 2 tracks was forced under his feet like a bootblack then he booed back, omega megalomaniac he proved hell’s other people while he confessed i burned the cathedral don’t want to deep-throat his steeple spirit animal’s not the spread eagle man i’m fumbling i’m fucked up i’m out of it chose to dispose of me once he’s out of clit i’m out of wit thought he was sunlit the real deal but he’s counterfeit count his blessings then his wound dressings, you can count on it like i mock + mount his molehill and then make a murder out of it but these games are super fun, right? i leave his body a superfund site he didn’t grok i’m not fully human thought my womb wanted him now i’m entombing like the town creep got acumen for grooming but my dorsal fin’s just a morsel to him mortal sin amoral post-mortem: make a portent of him i was gilled as a teen now his neck’s on the guillotine health bill unclean, use it to light the grill on his spleen i’m all 3: the median, the mode, and the mean grinding groins just to see what goods i can glean i’d say lean back relax but his spine’s already supine already made him howl like his origins are lupine i crawled thru mobbed mines + shuttered shrines but i’m a haunt a hologram so this can’t be true crime now inhale close your eyes count back from infinity as i draw blood, i draw nearer to divinity you’re nowhere in the vicinity the whole filthy city inspects your corpse’s rigidity ima turn my 261 into his 187 lock him in my gun closet, 7 minutes in heaven no safe haven, i’m packing 7 weapons now step aside as 27 years of rage step in carve his cartilage to host a conclave i do peyote in a cave then i spit on his grave shred the contract that branded me a sex slave slit his throat close call for a close shave leave his pelvis looking like a sine wave my candy’s hard his windows are barred exhausted all the hallmark sympathy cards make soap from his lard, drop it in prison yards then extort sexual favors like some pervert prison guard i’m a cthonic deity i get demonic with vice he forgot his own name, he needs a mnemonic device got tinctures and tonics less sugar much more spice he’s less “of men” and much more “of mice” no dice when i said i get freaky, i meant like takashi miike but don’t worry, it’s just me, k? they’ll liken his remains to sylvia likens’ prefer to endarken instead of enlighten it’s a tight fit he’s a tyke i’m a titan submerged beyond six feet deep to meet poseidon this is all sincere, [psych] it’s not the psilocybin upstanding citizen points his camera upskirts i’ll upend his whole existence + ensure his guts spurt fatal flirt face down in the dirt make it hurt then shoot his brains out like we’re both named kurt his excretions are the wrong jizz this isn’t his calling, he’s in the wrong biz he got a raw deal i truly know what raw is he’s in a stupor i’m channeling dennis cooper i’m his roommate + his landlord, his neighbor + his super you give me endless material: infinite jest i ingest only the best of your nest of flesh this dissertation’s a vicious litany cuz something viscous just lit up in this pit in me

produced by @rozzdyliams it’s like one flew over the cuckoo’s nest i just fondue’d a few cocks, who’s next? so call me naughty nurse ratched cuz i’m fucking batshit i throw an STD + you catch it i hover above hell with a hatchet you sit on eggs for months, but can’t hatch shit from this prime vantage point i see all the bandaged joints you go vestigial + vanish as i self-anoint venerated as both vixen + villain underfeeding + overpilling til both the coffins + coffers are overfilling i inflict injury don’t perform surgery this is called performance art bodies taken apart, served a la carte i take action like vienna in the 60s theatre of orgies: hermann nitsch + me medicinal medusa meddles in your medula fuck HIPAA hack your hips to a perma-hula you’re no perseus pursed lips pistol purse holster hip gorgon gorging on gore with a gruesome grip meet me at the very end: red cross final boss ribs out like an open-heart on 90s kate moss take the loss, take this pill with my secret sauce drug empire, i got leeway like freeway rick ross maim organic mainframes with mutagens in the main veins fuckkkk, these vain males get mundane snakes rattle in sacks, i’m that bitch battleaxe on my scalpel saddle sucking down these cattle scraps power corrupts call me caligula as i flay flesh + fractalize fibulas then pump you with enough medicine to melt your melanin got the holes gaped wide enough to fit a whole ripe melon in i’m carrying contagion i’m culling contusions cunt oozing during botched blood transfusions licking sawed-off limbs flicking the soiled syringe watch me undressed undulating + unhinged now open up the orifice or i’ll fist + leave your dermis one huge cicatrix i’m sick of these tricks + their tiny dicks from the ICU straight to the river styx i go deep down in the depths to dissect die in my sect they die from the sex i got the 4 horsemen in forceps at my fortress succumb to the sickness suck cum from the witless my retinue got retinas removed, leave no eyewitness clairvoyant meat cleaver clara barton red in the milkman’s carton legs parting to cerberus barking you’re deserted, distended and disheartened [no chorus it’s a gore blitz] wield the caduceus clad in douches turn social butterflies into recluses noxious notions turn to nooses no truces with bodies’ vital juices smarterchild: you’re just a bot to me lasers out for the lobotomy made you a vegetable so this is botany my spawn’s seen scenes that can’t be forgotten four rotten misbegotten beggars on white cotton on ER cots and all your blood’s clotting heart rate dropping toxic waste mopping estuaries of estrogen defibrillating denizen select specs for specimens [the most special men] petrified, their parts pretzeling i spurn pomp + circumstance choose to pump + circumcise truth or dare, square the circle as he dies got tantric tastes, i’m a triage tyrant splay legs, reveal a tetanus trident let’s take the trauma somewhere private i’ll drive it you can’t describe it got these clients spurtin like summertime harlem hydrants i’m red in tooth + claw doomed you to eat thru a straw you lack the wherewithal to cope with this withdrawal i ventilate varicose veins + braid bellicose brains caress the comatose + run midnight trains you’re blatantly bedridden time to seek: your head’s hidden turn a trick: no tourniquet turn this kit from first aid to burn-a-witch and i’ll build-a-bitch from your spare bits cuz you just had to [fucking] stare at my tits lethal injection: illegal intention voracious venus in furs it’s an intravenous intervention i’m an expert tease and my expertise is medical now all that’s left of the dead is a trickle.

produced, mixed + mastered by dylan ross @rozzdyliams ........... i’ve dangled my brain off blackened cliffs + shackled my wrists to get slack things stiff as i gargle believe i’ve grown in to this grift free the living dead on the slave-hard graveyard shift exist opposite the 9-to-5ers death wishin’ deep sea diver such do-or-diers plucked out my perineum with rusty pliers one-woman city i’m the town crier but i stay a risky hire so i got higher handed out my status on handmade flyers french maid costume for the handjob and the handoff only life goal: to let the k-hole win the standoff stand alone in life mask on glands off only life skill: get choked stroke a man’s glans off mirror mirror no don’t look slice the glass off don’t deserve gold plates i get the brass trough my guts got gangrene: when’s enough enough? when did i go from sphinx to just snuff? why won’t these concrete chronicles uncuff? how’d i go to a creampie from a cream puff? forget the cum just come hither if i leave this tomb room i just might waste + wither but i somehow secreted my prostheses and out i fucking ssssslithered DEAR REHAB DIARY: well the inevitable is happening can’t do anything for myself i self-destruct so quietly i admire those who do it in plain sight always stuck with the bare minimum but aced the curriculum poor me couldn’t find the proper portal thought my nostrils could make me immortal bag of briny blue-tinged bones acute care unit had every advantage still managed to ruin it the truest truant feel like i wanna crawl back up in + just womb it sealed up in this locked ward with a blocked gourd dream of cock swords knock knock who’s there, whore chock full of open sores it’s open season on the drug war they replace DMT with DBT but what about CIM + GFE taught the difference between ashamed + guilty doesn’t matter to me cuz i molded my matter in to feces i’m filthy denuded but still deluded + in denial so i went right back to vivisections + vials watched my last brain cells’ dance recital then possessed the judge in my possession trial but soon trial + error proved no better sick of latex + leather every day like hell but with milder weather whether or not i’m too wild for the world or too clever time to drop the pretense + pull the lever DEAR REHAB DIARY: no one will take an interest in me unless i introduce myself cunt first, name second it’s not easy: being fully oiled and the never-ending crawling assault all my senses only need the future tenses live to spoil spotless homes want to kill me? when in rome! now over two years pickled in the real world i wield a sickle as i watch the reel unfurl feelin’ like an eel in a sea of real girls at least i’m now not a hermit who nonstop hurls yet black + white thoughts still beat me black + blue still think back on all the you-know-who’s while i follow my own tracks gathering clues like who the fuck i am + what the fuck to do god grant me the serenity to accept the things i cannot change + cannot chain + had to cram in crates in a cabin upstate states of mind take time to unwind but i fear it’s too late so now i camp out beside the palace gates it’s no game: playing endless catch up neurons + needs failing to match up i search for my old skins + snatch ‘em up because all that’s left to do is get scratched up + then patch up DEAR REHAB DIARY: affirmation: i will be soft to myself + hard as fuck to everything else the best policy is neverending procession: to parade until feet are more factory than biology

@theosyn & @maidenfed & @clarabiznass prod. by Dollie (@dolwonder)