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lirik lagu heraclitus (asmr) – ororo mohawk

shadows
-back to the past in twenty halves
shadows living in the walls
kitty pryde poking swords thru the floor
and in exchange for spells i’ve become a sort of sorcerer’s wh0r-
it’s a torturous ch0r-, but gaia’s green grace it’s totally worth it
i know-how-to morph a boring home of orphans into a porpoise
in c-c-combat my management of magics’s a tactical advantage
i’m the sixth sp-ce ranger: silver streaks striking down from another planet
mathematic-al fractal attacks flash
blast you back to the past in twenty halves
violence, decimate
violet nebulae emanate from my m-st-rbationally dexterous hands
fighting vicious fiends with fission fire but befriend them when i can

got all the world’s knowledge
at the fl!cktouch of my fengateps
waste it posting frogs in anonymous messages
my shows flow-along a predetermined set list
i set myself to a certain standard of freshness
i’ve got a checklist of all my friends on the guestlist
for being in my presence is even a genie’s best wish
i don’t mind that my mind is restless
but it makes it me rowdy and reckless
i’m reviled in rhodesia for ripping chests: a mayor’s breastless
i get got a death wish
i rape babies to the soothing sounds of death grips
i knew a dude named lukas who blends his p–p up for a breakfast
smoking cigarettes in french and watching godard go breathless
drinking the flies in my coffee
crunchy and sweet
– i don’t recommend it–
subtle discreet
pastel aquamarine
the fragrance of her supple feet

electric magenta hues
peachy pink plumes
waves of hazy baby blues
roll, blossom, and bloom
airy violet lilac bubblegum breeze suffuse
you can taste the turquoise coiling out of the trees’ leaves
go away, please leave…
but i love you
you don’t love me, you just love the concept of women
that’s why you/i have a crippling psychos-xual condition
you’re/i’m scared of s-x, have a m-st-rbatory addiction
you/i only really love when it’s in your/my head, if it’s fiction
once it becomes real, something within you/me dies
so you/i shut yourself/myself off again, return to your/my mind
fantasize
perpetuate the lie
f-cking why?

- ororo mohawk

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