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i just filmed this accapella rap, to help my feelings, but half way through i recieved an exicting call from my friend mini faguette who is coming to help me have a good day soon while i am stuck in yuck hospital stuff, so in the end i was elevated enough by this fab creature and i only did it for to make the hospital sheen more glitterish.

this is originally a brothers hand mirror song, these are the lyrics:

this is my humaness

an essay with badly ruled margins

lines waver and i save blame for this chipped wooden ruler

always a study hall drooler

i don’t wanna talk about my potential or my future

secret handshakes keep my world well spun

my iris bleached white by fire from staring at the sun

& telling this right is all i want from my tongue

birds know roofs like we know fences

just another picket to slip on the way to ascension

robin trill stitched like doily frills

into the perforated sky where from tomorrow spills

where from tomorrow spills

where from tomorrow spills

so no more in mourn will i trace the unrunt path of my upset orbit

diadem of snapped hb pencils anvils the sinking bedroom floor

curtains parted on a coming harvest, sprouts of trust

risen through the smell of finished sparklers

& with the clarity of modern sonograms

i describe what lives behind my closed eyes

and try sing a thing honest before i die

it makes us happy, it’s so simple

where from tomorrow spills

by helvetica font emboldened or peacock quills

our peak impressions distilled

led by light beams

our will

led by light beams

our will

i miss you everybody, be out soon-ish maybe.

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