Weathered and Worn

NeedlessOne

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NeedlessOne

dark orchestral trap, delta blues, vintage soul

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V5.5

Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn

from the stereo surround sound of these  symphonic electro bionic super  cymatic simulations of symphonies using samples and synth-a-sizers in syncopation with the  impacts and the risers  as they climb up a pitch shifting ladder to the space station like geysers which go  straight up and right into the atmosphere but just remember there are no stairways  to get to heaven even in the month of december and if you try to mail yourself there they will just simply return to sender chew you up in a heavenly blender and then spit your ass back out cuz they already knew what you were all about which may cause you to endure spiritual strangulation which  strangely  soothes all of  these sinister sensations stemming from unresolved aggravation which only elevates my minds elation with permutations of contradictory statements of abatement  so i just chill in the basement

Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn
sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm
sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn
sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed
sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn

like cars in high speed chases drive off of embankments my wheels have already left the pavement and taken flight and are now airborne and its been so long since my feet have touched the ground that im feeling so forlorn and down like my egos been torn in half and only misery surrounds so I just laugh and kick back with a half ounce of weed and listen to my speakers as I watch them  bleed as they bounce til they become torn as my mind fills with pure scorn cuz all I have to do is just sit around  on my throne made of thorns where I can pet my pet unicorns and watch tons of  high quality porn as I wander blindly  into the eye of the storm

Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm
sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn
sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed
sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn

I get so stressed the fuck out so much so that I really starting to have my doubts about every one of these dopamine addicted clout chasing trouts homegrown clones but in my states of psychological psychopathy my empathy reservoirs have all been empty for quite some time and this thoughts enough to send chills like frozen raindrops down my xylophone spine which I can  hear very clear sometimes and it makes me really want to cave in somebodys skull like airborne cannon balls fall breaching the enemy pirate ships hull  on the high seas in a Spanish armada  fleet of flying gargantuan piranhas who've been converted into weaponized warships floating in cinematic slow motion sequences over vast blood filled oceans they say war is a valuable teacher as long as you're a willing receiver and  not too eager either like  alchemists who deal in exotic magical creatures out the back of unmarked vans in the parking lots on the outskirts of the strategically clouded completely enshrouded lands of sand and ether but none of pertains to you unless you are a true  believer

Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm
sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn
sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed

sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn

4975/7500

i'm just a ratcheted up renegade and down right wretched heavy left handed self made havoc wreaker, coming through like a wrecking ball breaking down the walls of your stereos speakers, kinda like the kool aid man screaming "oh yeah" as I launch these explosive heat seekers, it dont matter how tall they all are they will all eventually fall whether near or far, most just call me the robotic reaper with a robotronically inclined mad scientist designed cerebral cortex like a vortex hyper computationally complex complication prone misaligned computerized metallurgical mechanically and deviously devised metallic motor mouthed mechanized morbidly macabre mutational malfunctioning masterful mind musically monstrous maestro making murderous melodies and compositions that cause nuclear mental meltdowns Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn from the stereo surround sound of these symphonic electro bionic super cymatic simulations of symphonies using samples and synth-a-sizers in syncopation with the impacts and the risers as they climb up a pitch shifting ladder to the space station like geysers which go straight up and right into the atmosphere but just remember there are no stairways to get to heaven even in the month of december and if you try to mail yourself there they will just simply return to sender chew you up in a heavenly blender and then spit your ass back out cuz they already knew what you were all about which may cause you to endure spiritual strangulation which strangely soothes all of these sinister sensations stemming from unresolved aggravation which only elevates my minds elation with permutations of contradictory statements of abatement so i just chill in the basement Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn like cars in high speed chases drive off of embankments my wheels have already left the pavement and taken flight and are now airborne and its been so long since my feet have touched the ground that im feeling so forlorn and down like my egos been torn in half and only misery surrounds so I just laugh and kick back with a half ounce of weed and listen to my speakers as I watch them bleed as they bounce til they become torn as my mind fills with pure scorn cuz all I have to do is just sit around on my throne made of thorns where I can pet my pet unicorns and watch tons of high quality porn as I wander blindly into the eye of the storm Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn I get so stressed the fuck out so much so that I really starting to have my doubts about every one of these dopamine addicted clout chasing trouts homegrown clones but in my states of psychological psychopathy my empathy reservoirs have all been empty for quite some time and this thoughts enough to send chills like frozen raindrops down my xylophone spine which I can hear very clear sometimes and it makes me really want to cave in somebodys skull like airborne cannon balls fall breaching the enemy pirate ships hull on the high seas in a Spanish armada fleet of flying gargantuan piranhas who've been converted into weaponized warships floating in cinematic slow motion sequences over vast blood filled oceans they say war is a valuable teacher as long as you're a willing receiver and not too eager either like alchemists who deal in exotic magical creatures out the back of unmarked vans in the parking lots on the outskirts of the strategically clouded completely enshrouded lands of sand and ether but none of pertains to you unless you are a true believer Ive never been known to be one to conform and I sure as hell aint gonna reshape or reform and all of this going against the norm sure has my soul feeling so weathered and worn sometimes the only place you can find peace is in the eye of the storm sometimes you have to completely die inside in order to be reborn sometimes the people we think are the smartest are the most misinformed sometimes we dont realize how much we love someone til we finally mourn

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