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THE MEME DREAM

by Jake Morton & The Goose Squad

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I’ve gotta be honest. I do not want to be here. I’d rather be sinking a hot bowl of “you guess what” or sliding through the slipperiest THOT. I strive to help the nest thrive. Leading a flock of greasy geese with perfect flaws Back home, before I lock the doors and BURN THE HIVE I’m bitter to say the least. I released this to prove to twitter that I’m not a quitter but these beats have been deceased for a long time. And I’m back from the dead. Like Frankenstein I’m starting to rot so pass me the salt cause this is a stitch up. Let’s re-connect the dots. How do I… When Will I… Why Can't I… I just wanna connect the dots? Dug up from my hole in pieces. Torn asunder. Return from slumber to iron out the creases of this mystery. What means this to me? I don’t know how to rap. I’ve just been grinding my teeth since 2015. Down to the millimetre it seems! Critics that don’t know me. Steal my humanity. Attack me with vanity. Hieroglyphics on the cliffs where reality and sanity teeters. Someone give me an anti-histamine, before I sneeze. GONE, with the breeze. Fall in to this stygian stream. Everything is drying up in this palace of stones. Thirsty depraved vermin with 30 million contagions per capita. They’ll shave and dry hump to the bone but’ll get ill if you put your sperm in and spit it right back at ya. I was put on this earth with no greater purpose or plight. Couldn’t define my terms now I’m in heat with frostbitten feet. Mother nature won’t suck it but spit shards about it. I’m not quitting cause I can’t get hard without it. Fist in the afterbirth of my frictional addiction. Stroke my girth in the blood. I’d burn the evidence with eloquence but the furnace won’t light so I’m playing gravedigger again. Clean slate? Forget the plague cause I’ll fuck in the mud. Bring the flood friend. Bring the flood.
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IN BDSM PET USUALLY DESCRIBES A SUB WHO WANTS TO TAKE ORDERS FROM A MASTER OR MISTRESS. MY PET LOVES TO BE ORDERED BUT WE BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER LIKE A AND ITS MASTER. I ORDER HER TO SUCK MY EVERY NIGHT AND WE CUDDLE TOGETHER EVERY NIGHT AS WE SLEEP. I AM A PET. A KITTY AND SUBMISSIVE. THE KITTY SIDE LOVES PLAYING IN PUBLIC, BELLS, COLLARS AND LEASHES. THE SUBMISSIVE IN ME NEEDS TO PLEASE, PAMPER AND KNOW I HAVE SOMEONE WORTHY OF THE GIFT I CAN GIVE. I NEED TO KNOW MY SERVICE WILL NEVER BE TAKEN ADVANTAGE OFAND THAT I AM SAFE WITH MY DOMINANT. I LIKE EATING AND DRINKING FROM BOWELS. I LIKE LAYING DOWN AND PUTTING MY HEAD IN THE LAP OF THE ONE I SERVE. I LOVE WEARING CAT EARS. MY LEGAL NAME CHOSEN BECAUSE OF MY ANCESTRY YET STILL IS CATLIKE. I HAVE THE NICKNAME OF KITTEN FOR ALMOST 20 YEARS. 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Dreams are memes Memes are dreams Kill me please Suicide in Wingdings Can I have your attention please? Block your ears. Close your eyes. My breath and body will bring you to tears when I take off my disguise. I burnt my tongue on these caffeinated ramblings to steal the breath from your lungs with ease. Now when I flex on the mic you’ll see. EVERYBODY FREEZE! Caught in a complex bramble of apprehension built by bricks of vernacular. You’ll see the 400 feet tall sea walls in this lexicon from the spectacular pedestal you put me on. I could bargain my way through the apocalypse with the jargon on my lips. Now please, everybody sing my song and wiggle along! I’ve been playing in the pocket like a Pokémon since I was pre-pubertal. My beats be warped and phat as a placid Galapagos turtle Slurpin from a whirlpool of purple battery acid. Fuck the infinity stones. Escapism makes me flaccid. I’d rather take it for my own on the cosmic throne, Galactus’s virginity, but my lusts gonna get the best of me. I just wanna get baked by the moon lake And fuck like two rabbits wrestling a carpet snake. Sex on psycho-stimulants is the best thing since making... Moaning Myrtle go Squirtle Watching her drool all over my Tentacruel. She said she’d turn blue and go perpendicular if I put my dick in her But we crossed that hurdle. Thank god she’s infertile.

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