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I Still Don’t Know What Love Is

A stare blanker then safety fire
That’s the aesthetic as I’m hit with the feeling again
AS you glance at the floor mid waltz
I dunno where you went, but I hope it was better then here
I’m your precious little life support
As you browse the isles for methods to get out
A recent decline you’d assume
But I’m cynical enough to suggest my MO was transplant duty

Our intimacy is sub zero
Our chemistry as acid and alkaline collide
My ears can’t ignore the boredom in your voice
Our affection, brotherly
Our conversations, small talk
My heart can’t deny your indifference

I don’t think anything will modify at this rate
I can’t believe you can’t pick up on the stillness
No matter how much feeling I inject
Your expression stays the same
Like cordyceps growing from a corpse
You can hardly call this living, call this love

I’m happy I was service to your life
But my power is pouring from the cracks
I’m sure you can see the damage that’s done to me
But the method to protecting this shell is simple

Just
Stop
Caring
A million faces are smiling back on me
How moronic to just focus on one

Lnc0

Winter Gibberish

Skiing through the mog, that January generously brings
The cling of smoke, running it’s claws through my hair
I feel all ready dead, but in the best possible way
As the outline of your silhouette skirts in and out existence
My elation hasn’t gone un-noticed by the populous
As they chime in hope to become conductors
Like a circuit that spans the city; the elation can power us all
And we can sore outside the colours and pages
Tear our fingers into the camera lens
And escape the logistics that would guide our hearts along

Lnc0

Been giving this little fucker a listen too today, mad to think this dropped 3 years ago, it feels like yesterday like it has always been somehow. I still remember how hard I lost my shit when the Hate Or Glory single came out, or when I heard the first Wall Of Memories snippet, still such a uniquely aggressive and harrowing album

So fascinating to see an artist take someone as like inclusive and feel good as dance music, with the sole intent of making you feel horrible, angry and uncomfortable.Such a great paradox…. ALSO LOOK HOW PRREETTTTYYYY~

Idea: Dating website where if you view someone’s profile and do nothing, your forced to give feedback as to why

Patent pending, I’m clearly due my first million with this idea

Phew so glad I pushed myself to post that last poem

It’s so weird how I can post poetry about being weak and horrible with RECKLESS ABANDON and yet posting one with a bit of ego seems terrifying to me, but It has to be done. How can I expect anyone to think ANYTHING of me, if I’m not public with the love I feel for myself? You have to own it like that I think…… anyways enough rambling enjoy that and hopfuly more like it

The Real Fucking Me

Fuck effort
That’s my mantra as I landmine onto the dancefloor
I can work hard for life’s little trinkets and party rings
But I never feel like I’ve earned something proper
Till I’ve nary lifted a finger to get it
Gift wrapped with a side of wine like Christmas dinner
The twisted logic on a egomaniac, that sound out of place?
It’ll come as a shock but: That’s the real me

I go for long walks in the streets
Cos I get off on the public looking me up and down
Boys want to emulate, Still boys want to gyrate
Feather clips equiped, black rings achieved, chocker on
Fuck man I look as cute as ever, my new record
And the eyes can do nowt but confirm it
Better yet the eyes coming from after dark agents
I get a real charge when my name keeps resurfacing
No matter who they choose to prey on that night
The tendrils keep coming back to yours truly
Who the fuck did you think taught them to show them fangs?
Always the rook keeping you in check, every fucking night
You better thank god’s grace for my autism
He did it to give the rest you fuckers a fair chance
But you won’t hear me moaning about the perks
As she’s drenching from a spastics level of precision
God I love when they tell me I’m their best
It makes up for never being praised as a kid
And it more then makes up for my slow start
But the greatest underdog always start in last place
I shine so bright it fucks with their eyesight
They have to beat me down to get me on ground level
But now the shackles are off my talons
I’ll sore so high I’m flossing my teeth with the constellations
Supernova their lagging influence from my light-beam
And it won’t be long before I forget their names

I put more stock in my thighs, then my future
And I can hear then already: That’s not befitting to a boy
But words like that make the investment higher
See? The boy in you is emasculated, and the girl’s pinning
I love that you can see them covered on my hands
Just shows I got bigger shit to fight, then you mere mortals
All this sounding out of character for you? Just remember
I didn’t get arrogant, my best friend ego’s always been there
He was just bound by a dragon named Switzer
One bullet in the head later; Sebastian’s out to play

And you can bet that’s all the real fucking me

Lnc0

Valentines Day Moaning

God it really annoys me how much we’ve let Valentines Day slip though our fingers in general, I always hear moaning like how bad it is from fellow singles, like “mmuurr it’s singles awareness day”

Yeah…. I’m sure it is! I was under the impression that was the bloody point :L like really try and remember what the day is, people just getting together and going “So yeah, I like you? Here’s a card and what are we gonna do about that?” It’s a day FOR singles, for people to either confess to someone or just throw down and party on this weird day where we all submit to our desires to connect to other people. Instead it’s like we all gave up and handed the day over to the couples who, and lets be honest here: didn’t really ask for it :L

Like can any couple out there confirm that they actually like Valentines Day? I know I never bloody did when I was in a relationship, it was just the day you get to try anal, that’s literally the only difference to any other ‘fancy romantic date’ at any point in the year :L

Like I feel like this could be such a magical day for singles, I feel like I should be spoilt for choice of which party or gathering I can go too, to meet lots of new, interesting and beautiful people and form some honest to god connections, instead everyone’s bloody moping and doing nothing! Then in turn I’M doing nothing this year! What a waste </3

Breakfast Bap Blues [Ver.2]

Your so close to dying
A molecule based misery seeps from the floor
On a not unexpected, but disappointing 5 past 10
Your dodging english again to escape the rainpour
While an egg yolk begins to weep for you
As you take another bite of your morning bap
It’s as miserable of a picture as it sounds
And all you got is the classic English morning for company

You don’t even know when it went wrong
But you know that look when it cuts you
Reserved for the most fiendish of miscreants
As he finds any excuse to pull his hand away from yours
An itch, checking the phone, pointing to a bug eating dogshit
He’s just millimetres separate from you, but you’re continents apart
He was even in rush to kiss you at the door
And there goes a boy, who didn’t want to be here in the first place

Was it something you said? Or did?
Did you miss the cue to deliver your line?
Fuck the line, I don’t think you ever got the script
Maybe he’s right, maybe you never do listen
How do you apologise, you know he’ll just ask why?
And if you turn up short of an answer
Then that’s as good as telling him to fuck off
No matter how many ways you try to solve the sum
Distract his melancholy with treats and trinkets
And cement the cracks with his fave’ band t-shirt
You always come up with bad remainders
And it slowly starts to dawn on you; that it’s futile

So you sink further into the diners throne
Your face covered by the azure curls
In your Totoro hoodie, with your copy of Wild World
As you try and stomach; there’s nothing you can do
To make the clouds part and the sun shine
So you might as well just waste your time…

Lnc0