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I place my hope in suburbia I’ve always aimed to live in an air conditioned car in the cookie cutter district of a desolate utopia It can be such warfare to unclench this ego and evaporate as keenly as I came I’ve embraced my inner suburbia A small seed's needs are always met Why do I ask questions before thinking? I’m creating complications! Window 2 Window 2 Window:// I’m dressing my hungry brain in freshly cut lawn I felt lightly touched tips of row houses on my toes Tender in new cities without sleep Wake up alone Plant myself in the floor The spout of golden light in my ear I am empty I am free The z's got caught in my split ends The hook is through my lip I crave so much a loft to live in A cozy grave to call my Home™ I crave Everywhere's spacious in real life The random access memories A work path These blending options If you lived here, you'd be home right now The future of the world will be a network A pyramid turned upside-down Solutions for a small planet I crave [CODENAME_BONKERS]:// “When there is hatred against you, may you come back to your body… May you come back to your breath… When there is harm, may you remain visible on the path of spirit… May awakening be known in your body at this time… May rage be settled… May the idea of enemy be banished… May actions be filled with sincere purpose… May wellness be illuminated… May all beings be well in it’s broadest sense. May rage be settled…” Passageways To Meeting Areas:// I’ll empty myself out so I can see. Everything & everywhere is spacious. Is there somewhere empty that we can meet? The Step-in Fantasyland Place:// “I am demon, with horn. [sic]” Why doesn’t anyone wanna pay for this copulation? You see me through white dust My hairline past my shadow The web is just a web Unclogging ports one afternoon at a time with weapons I think I will undergo disambiguation from these orbs of folly My roots can attest I’ll smile the weapon In a Fantasyland Place, I step in I will undergo renewal, re-transformation Reality Mask [========= ] 93.7247/bps 90% -∞s:// Pouring water over my glass eyes Such a tiny gap to find Noise shaping, total pre-saturation, self-bias resistor I’ve become alignment flexing with sheen, blossoming into me Dreamt Hex Code:// So as it turns out I’m not quite prey There's hindsight for free in the entryway But at the wheel, a bristle worm Your HRQOL, my investment firm I felt I had been screaming doubt But someone else’s voice was crying out I unhid your files and iced the Finder Then took a nap in a canopy Ultimately my red hot rise that went through walls and squeezed your eyes should’ve lost so much more I should’ve really realized that at its core So as it turns out I’m not quite done sucking up and fucking up my father's son I should really take the time to listen to what my enemies are saying In the arms of a morbid angle, fly away from me The Path Straight Thru:// “If you are centered, nothing can really hurt you" Even when your neck is bubbling (Hello fiery gateways. Pillow liberated tenderness.) Even when I’m faced with danger And I will be because my body is a danger to me “I felt, I don’t know, it was like I was outside myself, watching myself" [lyrics deleted] thx 4 reading & listening <3 AnGeL~*