PATCHFUTURES

"I'm after a bundlebag of rhymes that pauses and swings, I'm running away from glue that won't clot,
I'm looking forward to the moment I stop woffling my grin turns black and back the guinness in the coffing...
Im touching the real I'm touching the real
 
touchy touchy - bring the game closer
Fiddle sticks and berried in camilla...
my Caramella Word. Caramel World.
Able darksticks turns to "Please don't win"
Fasting at home with nothing but Lint, packets of cringe and working...
Paving the stage, munting hotpocket after munting 12,
Bigbody 12 I'm balancing the disks of munting after Tenth Clench,
Balance Crisps, Caryola Mandate the Matricia Mandrake and Weng Cheef...
 
Blend me I'm wrong. Bend my hands and bark my song. Dark and long I'm gray I'm pissed, no dodgy standpoint just Andrews Clay Ears and Daft Putty Leg in the mist. Rascaling the artefact oh god I'm so glad. Fistful of mud the mud is my dad."