evening broadcast from junkie by hankych1ef

(for 7-18-18)
tearful kind of sadness roasting on rotation
stuck in the box of the world as it turns in my face net 

the rhythm unallowed to spray the corners that it needs most
rainbow confetti so slow a slope
slurping my waiver
microwave micro taste sure
but i aint gonna sweat it im just simmering lowkey working so hard 

in ever since the wave and ever since a second place

maybe it will take a hundred times and maybe it will take more
then you turn off all the lights then you close the door 

and you turn on all the lamps and they flicker and you know

then you dont at all 
that you dont know me
i aint gonna sweat you know
i
mma get it too smoothly

imma mix it all smoothie

cause i dont know how to do these

futuristic play back

like a nostalgic wave

is it deja vu do you feel so close to me now

like spoken words
you know youll always see me as
flame in the wind raking a wincing atom
off the wall

there you bake a cradle that will lead you to your grave

• Experimental
• United States