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{"Afterhours.”}

……this ain’t no fucking fairytale;
this more like Twin Peaks, broken ferris wheels.
freaky clowns are following so i stay very still, cuz
otherwise demise is a threat that is very real.
scary chills creeping through my spine. poisoned berries kill &
paranormally somehow they powered up the carousel.
bearings tilt. shock! spark! it then appears to melt.
smoke clogs the air but i stay focused on the carol bells.

don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.
don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.

campfire flames. vampire fangs. mark my words:
….phantoms near with bats wrapped in barbwire
soaked in cobra venom slashing at your car tires.
deafen with alarm siren decibels, & start fires.
these are dark times with even darker skies.
beneath the eagles fly white doves the stars define.
fell asleep to carni cries & nails on chalkboards;
woke at home & found cockroaches in my sock drawer.

don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.
don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.

i’m
not feeling great, Bob Dylan tape’s on repeat
as i pop pills & watch Will & Grace on TV.
drooling pools of blood slithering through yellow teeth
stained thanks to not listening to what they yell at me.
a lack of gummy vitamins & anti-oxidants
got danny lost again, having manic thoughts & since i’m
from galaxies beyond, i can’t breathe oxygen,
& now i’m stuck somewhere between fantasy & consequence.

don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.
don't come with me to the hypomanic carnival.
you don’t want the particle to grow into a molecule.
every now & then, you’ll get that itch to wander through
but that’d be irresponsible & that’s not what i want for you.

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from Hypomanic Carnival LP (Deluxe Edition), released September 29, 2017

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Scatterboxx Boston, Massachusetts

Multigenre lyricist, emcee, producer, musician, audio engineer, artist of sorts, weirdo.

1/2 of Hz of the Heart (AKA Sidestep Complex) with Elizabeth Anaya Sheils;

1/2 of Disco Nebula with Alex Miller;

1/2 of Soon Might Be Too Late with Henry Smola;

1/2 of Soggy Rotten with Kyle Young;

1/2 of Sculpt the Future with Kyle Welch.

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