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.
This is he
This is real
This is he
This is Grant..
Thanks bro.
I will visit, yes?
Love XO
