*Slaps with t-bone steak*

ITS SO NICE TO MEAT YOU.

Get outta my peripheral;

I told you— I'm an alien!

Go somewhere I can't see you

(So I can keep invading)

We came in peace—

—until we realized you don't have it here

Get out of my peripheral

I don't want to see you

So what if it's over

Better not hover

Over me

Like a helicopter

Like a helicopter

Now the (t)rain comes

With a rumble

Here we all are

In the jungle

As we all were

Always

I saw you

Calling

I never wonder

When the world is under water

Cause it all just starts again;

The wars and all the murder

All you are was

Just a part of

This maginificent disaster

I'm gonna go for dinner;

Maybe I can call you after

She left

Makeup and hair color on the pillowcases

But no lipstick

—Just a reminder

I don't give a shit

About your girlfriend;

Better do the laundry after

If you're smarter

Than I was

Cause I walk

Home alone

And there you are

Holding her

Lights on;

Knock my lights out

I'll be right back—

But that was about a half-hour or so, ago and now I'm

About to black out

A night owl,

Or white owl,

Who cried out

“No, this is my house!—

Either sit down, or get out of it”

And that was the—

Fuck this bitch.

Who hired her?

You'll stay in this room with the subject for up to three months;

—okay.

Record everything.

Isn't this illegal?

Not for us.

Okay.

There's something you should know about before I tell you think.

I have to know something before you tel me something?

It's like a precursor.

What's a “precursor”

Fuck.

What:

Nothing.

What is it.

It's—nothing—

You can't just say “fuxk”

“FUCK.”

UGH.

If I fall,

The whole house will fall down with me;

I promise

The whole house and all the walls,

If I fall,

If I fall for you

I promise,

If it goes all wrong,

I won't wait long for you;

I'd ask the same, that is,

If the game we're playing

Was all the same,

But it isn't

(It really isn't)

It really isn't—

Another circumstance of wisdom

Or conincidental t-shirt to believe in

God makes guesses at the aftersoutht androgynous.

We could make love for hours in the silence

But I'd have to wander off, when morning comes

Before you recon you don't want me

And I'm sad and always wondering

“If I had left witha my stuff before the Sun came up,

Would I be struggling and suffering?”

No, probably not.

Probably not, huh

I promise

Rich and shameless,

I probably shouldn't say this,

But I've been drinking;

I've been thinking

I've been sinking into feelings

I don't need,

But actually

—

Look at me when I'm bleeding for you

Look at me!

Look at me, into my dreams when you leave me

Waking up lonely

Thinking of only

You

Until I remember

I'm here

And you're there

With her

Watch me while I whiter away,

I'll watch you while you slither up my leg

And bite my thigh

Just how I like it

Now I'm high again on dying

It ain't right,

But fuck,

I like it

Fuck me like you mean it

Fuck me right

Ugh. What.

Okay, I secretly might break my veganism streak

Just for a fresh ass strawberry frosty—

Like I need to lose another dollar,

Fuck it

That's it.

It's a sickness.

The ‘-complications.' mixtape compilation series which focuses its internal monologue on the ideology of exploratory existentialism, using simple and classic mixing techniques into smooth transitions which mirror synconocities in time, musical elements, and lyricism to illustrate a vortex of collisions in cosmic omniscience, theming its recurring dominant soundscapes into a singular foundational focal point, and centering its multidimensionality into a gripping pull to return its emphasis on reflecting at checkpoints as if to reiterate a greater hidden meaning; the highs and lows of falling in love, it's consequences, long days and nights, missed connections, lost and unrequited love—capturing overall the rock and roll darkness of the neo-moden dance music scene—moving about from world to world—night after night, song after song—bodies on bodies and the escapism of rave and dance floor culture, connected through the pulsating and throbbing heartbeats bridged by light waves, and spread across neon skies across the globe.

Featuring dearly beloved hit and dance classics alike from global and legendary super-artists and masters of the dance floor, deadmau5, Kaskade, kx5, Skrillex, Fred Again.., Claptone, and more—featuring new music by and mixed with heart & soul by underground swamp creature and ancient rave God ‘- Ū.' as she explores the outer realms of dance music pre-and-post existence in the guttural haze of the afterlife.

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