{"Hypomanic Carnival."}

come with me…

yo,
i blazed out Shiva, then i sipped ayahuasca.
made my way to my apartment via flying saucer.
spilled paint on my silk, suede garment,
as the blacklight lit the milk-stained carpet.
…so now my human instinct got me
moving in sync while i’m doodling ink.
…loose cannon who spews random raps
dressed fresh in polkadot Snuggies. dude, fancy that.

come with me to the Hypomanic Carnival.
we can smash dreams into subatomic particles.
now & then we get crushed by an obstacle.
life aint no pot of gold, but you’re not alone.
come with me to the Hypomanic Carnival.
we can smash dreams into subatomic particles.
now & then we get crushed by an obstacle.
life aint no pot of gold, but you’re not alone.

…mentally, i’m medically a mystery, a
pedigree. i was raised a Big Pharm guinea pig.
& shit i’m growing old now. i got these grey hairs &
dark rings sunk beneath the eyes of a blank stare.
plus there’s dead roses rotting on my window sill.
& there’s vengeance felt to a sick extent. it kills.
…so doctor when’s my re-up on these mental pills?
there’s venom in my veins and i can’t assess what’s real.

come with me to the Hypomanic Carnival.
we can smash dreams into subatomic particles.
now & then we get crushed by an obstacle.
life aint no pot of gold, but you’re not alone.
come with me to the Hypomanic Carnival.
we can smash dreams into subatomic particles.
now & then we get crushed by an obstacle.
life aint no pot of gold, but you’re not alone.

…hit up the bodega for breakfast.
digestive diet of Backwoods & Chex Mix,
Prilosec, Prossecco, & some Lexapro to help let go of
all the side effects that come included with the Depakote.
magnetic maniacal molar mechanism.
brain rocket launched on a solar expedition.
now my essential sequential pencil flies.
so pop some X & vibe. let the tempo ride.
my cybernetic mind electrified
by florescent dialect i direct every time.
you lurking leeches can’t suck my venom dry,
since i’m technically composed of circuitry my flesh helps hide.
the narcoleptic architect of sweat & grime,
spacing out as the darkness then sets the sky.
so once i’ve sparked then yes my heart confesses crimes.
& i start to sketch & carve & etch & rhyme…
…my sliced hand’s dripping from this blood oath.
bottle rocket back to Saturn. neck bolted. cutthroat.
molotov cocktail sipping. spit Listerine.
crystal clean star systems seen. palms wrinkling.
pineal’s developing. i’m Yelping where to find truth.
so i hired several private eyes & a blind sleuth.
slinging blackmarket beats built by carpentry
as sirens in the night sniff my scripts from the pharmacy.