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eat that up, it's good for you

by Lynskey

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1.
words: This stinks Like Vimto and spit, thick, the air is miasma Non-Newtonian gaseous fluid like plasma Passively perceived, no O2 to breathe Constitution D20 roll Please don't critically fail me This is not critical thinking Yeah, I'm so fucking into this I have been following Since it's inception I'm a fanatic, I'm a fanatic Art not made for me Is simply rubbish You've got an issue with it Ignoring new positives How could you do this to me? This isn't what I wanted And who gave you the right to say this shit is shite Yeah I appreciate your critique, but your insight is gone I thought I thought through my thoughts but I thought wrong Yeah, I'm so fucking into this I have been following Since it's inception I'm a fanatic, I'm a fanatic Art not made for me Is simply rubbish I'm a fanatic, I'm a fanatic Art not made for me Is simply rubbish Yeah I appreciate your critique, but your insight is gone I thought I thought through my thoughts but I thought wrong I thought Wrong
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gender stuff 02:38
words: Oh there I am This is my place Just give me a moment to Find my page again This book seems pretty dated I'm struggling to find it relatable New texts would be great I feel like they're needed Typing in questions Search engine sputters out Terms I've heard mentioned Oh there I am This is my line But it's not as easy as that Who am I? Why try to find my kind like I'm In need of company Typing in questions Search engine sputters out Terms I've heard mentioned Being shown answers No sudden congruence Work with umbrellas Trying to find an identity By identifying times I've felt I don't align to male society But I do not want to define myself through what they see in me Yet it reads that these norms and these traits Have a place in dysphoria born in my brain To culminate in my voice now saying I do not want to be a boy But I don't want to be moved out of spite For toxic masculinity and irony in boys don't cry Cos I cry, so I'm a boy right? What a guy And other lines I feel gender confined by Love the lipstick I wear, hate my thick facial hair When people say he/him it crawls in my skin I can't bear to be pinned I'll change with the change in me I will respect my transgender fluidity
3.
words: I'm a thief Should be taking it from me Perceive my neutrality Benefits chaotic peeps I'm a thief All your creativity Slurp it into my body Idea slush puppy please And I'll wear my voice out Because I didn't limber up again And I'll tear your choice out Of your brain Where do you get it all from? You're so fucking talented and inspired I stole it I am not who you think I am Where do you get it all from? You're so fucking talented and inspired I stole it I am not who you think I am (Yeah, I am not who you think I am) I can't fucking do this This isn't that good, I'm not good enough Don't picture me as him Find someone else I'm so inexperienced I try my best but it's not good enough And I don't want to ruin it And fuck this up for you And I just want to make you proud I don't want to let you down And I just want to make you proud I don't want to let you down Where do you get it all from? You're so fucking talented and inspired I stole it I am not who you think I am Where do you get it all from? You're so fucking talented and inspired I stole it I am not who you think I am And I just want to make you proud I don't want to let you down And I just want to make you proud I don't want to let you down And I just want to make you proud I don't want to let you down Where do you get it all from? You're so fucking talented Every day I put myself onto another pedestal I will never reach the place that I have said I want to be But I'm trying I'm trying I'm trying
4.
words: I am still a surfer Sadness still ebbs and flows back in waves Yet I feel better Than I ever thought I'd ever be Not every piece of art Has to come from a dark place My mistake I don't know if I'm happy I know that I'm healing I'm getting better At getting better (I am getting better) I'm getting better (I am getting better) At getting better But I'm catching myself (catching myself) Latching onto patches of past unwell (of past unwell) Fighting a titan, my previous self (previous self) Scramble for rocks and a sling to pelt him Right in the temple Fuck did I kill him Bring him back to the living I recognise when another arrives My goliath will help then Don't try to force this We are all making progress If you need to focus on yourself (Don't try to force this) Don't try to force this (All making progress) We are all making progress (Don't try to force this) If you need to focus on yourself (All making progress) Don't try to force this (Don't try to force this) We are all making progress (All making progress) If you need to focus on yourself Focus on yourself (I am getting better) I'm getting better (I am getting better) I'm getting better at getting better (I am getting better) I'm getting better at getting better
5.
words: What the fuck was that? Passing my peripheral vision Is it a rat or a pigeon? I can't relax Knowing that this thing Could be living in my eyelashes I got bugs on the brain So I will painstakingly avoid days with high humidity Refrain from taking the train a bug accompanied I will not be stuck in a vestibule with a wasp They can fuck off Insects, the exoskeletal pricks And the mess they make of me when flying I am scared stiff They're in my eyelashes I know what they do for the world I know that they're useful to us And I know around bugs I'll become a fucking coward When a fly touches me I know I'll need to take a shower It's not a germ thing I just can't stand the feeling of their chitin Insects, the exoskeletal pricks And the mess they make of me when flying I am scared stiff They're in my eyelashes I sweat in a very specific way When I'm stressed that a bug has got into my brain I stink of it, don't think In my nails, in my teeth, in my skin You're in my personal space mate Insects, the exoskeletal pricks And the mess they make of me when flying I am scared stiff They're in my eyelashes I sweat in a very specific way When I'm stressed that a bug has got into my brain I stink of it, don't think In my nails, in my teeth, in my skin

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released February 17, 2023

written and produced by Lynskey
mastered by Mark Winterburn

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