adyton punk

Hey, can I ask you a question?

Yeah, sure, what is it? Hopefully nothing on the performance report…

I’ve noticed since working the promo table you keep looking at the bulge in my pants, is it distracting you? 

I didn’t even realize I was looking, but that makes sense if I was, I’m such a clumsy girl right now

You are, that’s why I wanted to touch base with you 

And I appreciate that more than you’ll ever know, I think just watching you be the court’s jester makes me do things I wouldn’t normally do

You’ve looked at it more than just today

I know it’s been more than just today - today has just been one of those hot days at the promo table

It’s fine, I understand, I’m a confused individual this time of year, too. 

What do you mean?

Well, I ache everywhere below my skin and  I’ve betrayed everyone I’ve ever loved at the twelfth hour

I imagine that would be distracting

It wasn’t until my third nymphomaniac I realized I could potentially feel like this into perpetuity

You certainly can, but I’m also not doing nearly as well mentally, either 

Only 1/113 has more volume, it makes sense you are feeling lightheaded and dehydrated

You make me more anxious when you talk like that, I feel like we are living in the moment

Anyways, I became paranoid about it all, so I took enough MDMA in the pickup bed of a woman whose ex-husband committed suicide on the first night of their honeymoon in Honduras while she looked up good seafood restaurants nearby to forget about it all

And you’ve gathered all this data because?

I want to believe them, but I’m too stupid to comprehend them when they say that it hurts so bad to be me.

Qualitative and quantitative data, sure, but I’m still looking at someone melting tungsten round after round 

I know you’re still looking at it. 

Bruises all over my thighs while you spit in my face and drive me into the garden of Eden, and you think that anyone wants to get off this ride? 

Well, I thought you didn’t accept applicants with over 60 written complaints 

You’re too obsessed with taming nature, and less involved with making beauty beautiful 

That’s because you’ll only ever hear the opinion of war deserters 

Yet I hear you got your ass kicked by some field medic, and I could care less

Well, I had no idea he wouldn’t play by established rules of engagement, but I’m pretty sure I buried him after the sixth hip toss into the brown liquor of true winning and losing 

Still, They made you taste your own blood with the smoke of the Midwest dusk.

Does that mean that I was pimped out more or less than all the other maimed vets? 

It will feel hollow like that for a few years until you truly claim another soul for yourself

Don’t talk too sweet now or else I might hit star 67

You think you defy the odds, yet nobody has a single memory of you being virtuous 

With time, I became more decided on claiming things I could bite into rather than building my character and values 

Seems like you have all the right in the world to avoid the reflection looking back at you 

I’m entitled to deny myself of that sight

You’re entitled to nothing, you’ve separated breath from life beyond that of your own corpse, the true son of Lilith

Meanwhile you squirm with desire seeing their bodies turn to rigor mortis as my footstools 

Because you’re the last true form of ecstasy on any given Sunday 

Finally someone has the courage to say it beyond a whisper

I long to lap up the after birth of your next emotionally abortion - it’ll be headlining our next premiere. 

The Field had never felt this. Such an absence and waste. It was drafted up for the work. This was calculated into the language of the system. Often happening due to priorities of the overall network - now look at what there is. X1 indoctrinating it's spawn on mechanisms of destruction. X2 processing the disruption and learning new code along with X2. The new code being fed with the lack of production already introduced by X1 from an interpretation malfunction that X2 produced. Synthesizing the numbers, all organisms involved are apprentices of havoc. Distracted from The Field. Bouncing through processes and multiplicities of possibilities all with one hope. In the greater blueprint of the cosmos there is a 51/49 split that feels like 99/1. Time is there to mitigate. We are rendered witness to one of billions of malfunctions of just this type. There are more involving other code inputs that didn't embed into the field. Or test groups. More mitigation for your humanity. Especially your humanity: Knowledge is Nothing. 

Take pictures when you go on vacation.

Talk to the marketing team. You’re beautiful and everyone wants to fuck you. That’s the season. You have the answer to every question. Come take a visit.

More of that. 

Or a Walmart barbecue chicken and someone is bartering for it. They might run off.

A non-profit executive driving a Maserati. Narrow in the dials, I have no idea about. 

Sharks are the doctors of the sea. Picking out the weakest prey and keeping populations in check. If you go on a website there will be a product there for you. 

Football is beautiful, make an award show speech to see what I’m saying.

Why are you always being like that? You’re always in a mood. 

Yes, I’m hating myself. Ok. So prove my point. 

And that’s what I’m saying, anyone can cook cilantro rice.

Ok, well then anybody can be here.

Stop what you’re doing.

Doing what? 

If you go in with the under hook, there is the possibility they pass guard. You have to highlight people’s strengths when they’re the weakest.

Jerry Seinfeld has a great bit about advertising.

Think about the most boring thing you’ve ever thought of and can you make it be me. Every public school has a standardized position on that sort of equity.

Are you falling out of your chair, boss? Looking into the sky pondering about how good it felt to punch his head in? You hurt your hand, scarped it up real bad. Could barely write all those important words.

People from all generations struggle with the new age dating scene.

There are all sorts of social programs designed for helping those most in need. The defense has to respect that. Excuse me, that’s just understanding.

Catch it.

Output is what matters. Everyone has bad days, I understand. My daughter fantasizes about digging out eye balls. 

We all smiled our first smile in this great country.

People will feint in the face of eminent death. It's the last form of evolutionary progress.

There’s resorts popping up in the southwest where you can feel better.

I’m a part of what makes things more difficult. Causing problems. Not communicating. Spreading propaganda. Feeding myself with anything above 34k.

I’m feeling so different. Parked my car at the park and rocked it. My sleep schedule is in order. Loving my wife, wearing my ring when I go out.

On your lunch break someone in control will come put their cum in your panties. You can go home to your family with them there. 

Love Brussels sprouts, as the appetizer, so fucking good. 

There’s enough food and water for everyone. And sir, we’re probably gonna have to ask you to go. Yeah, you can’t come inside here without those on. 

Feeling like bleeding it out.

Projecting was the mother of all sins

How can we self-soothe now 

With all the intrapersonal successes 

Instead of getting with the program 

You tried to go bad 

9/10 times it goes down like that 

We’re all fucking bored 

Nobody forced you to be lame about it 

Now a brief fantasy 

Wearing a hoodie in the summer 

I was asked about our nights

New fling hated to believe any of it 

So young 

Yet we stripped down as much as we could 

Our souls would be devoured within each other

Thank God for our insecurities 

That’s the axis it all spins on 

Timing and exploration

Now I own all of my embarrassment 

My favorite drug narcissism 

I know you wouldn’t recognize any of me 

My essence hardened somewhere in your wiring 

That isn’t to say that on the other side of the fence 

Right now, I wouldn’t rob you

Once the sun came up 

I’m disgusted that the light shined down on both our ugly truths

Leading the way 

To the scorpion and the frog holding mirrors up 

Addicts on train tracks  

Everything was so loud 

Imagine how bitter the sex would be now

Hell would squirm seeing new tricks

You were cursed by the riches 

To a life of no highs or lows 

A fate of failed art with all the means to express

I’ve been seeing you out of touch

I extorted you from it all 

Becoming pure cocaine 

And just as flighty 

Give me 18 months to break off my bestie 

Method man got his shit pushed in 

A haze of ocean spray in the canyon 

Then I dropped you off in the devil’s cradle 

Measured violence 

I like seeing you lost 

Predicted it like this Draco under the mattress

Now team up to prevent the inevitable  

No lack of forces to join

I’ve created plenty of evils 

But true criminals drink the consequences 

I don’t need time to reload 

A monstrosity stretches

Fire up to the teeth 

Back in the clergy of the underworld

All it took was two calls

A lick of road work 

While collecting cries in a plastic bottle 

The machine rumbles in your face 

A blueprint fueled and funded 

Finely tuned for war 

Drilling everything 

Escape plans

Stalking from the high ground 

The priest chants 

In the morning there will be an ambush 

From a thousand sides 

It’s no fun when the rabbit’s got the gun 

Picked a fight with something hollow 

Now a black hole rains down 

Drowning out the last paltry flowers of joy 

Perhaps it was a loud secret 

Or chicken brains were at fault 

But now the terms of service are up

Someone should’ve dealt the message 

There is a repo man from across the world

Here in every trench