You’re Crashing, Truant Wave (Saturday Fight)

WellSay AmenIt’s Saturday nightAnd I actually went out…I wish I was deadNo matter what I saidI Am misunderstoodJust kill Me withJudgementHurry – juryDon’t be hungI’m ready to hangOr go out in a bangAt the shooting rangeI really need a changeOf Spring’s sceneryCruel SummerB early [2 May 2024 Revision] [Original] Well Say AmenIt’s Saturday nightAnd I … Continue reading You’re Crashing, Truant Wave (Saturday Fight)

Fugo’s Mysterious Miasma (Green Blur & Purple Haze)

A Green Blur hoveringLike my guardian angel NMy demon's Purple HazeSlowly seeping N2Time Being’sParadiseFull of adviceA lot of it: GoodLike Virtues belong Above Vice, whileOthers: alrightEven if offBarelyJustSlightSo, I Can-Still- C öDD MeEven if it's a bit blurrySo, putting Him N2 another flurryAfter giving some critical feedback, whichB stressing Him like a Heart Attack – … Continue reading Fugo’s Mysterious Miasma (Green Blur & Purple Haze)

Imaginary Allergies, Act VIII: Phantom Flu

https://madmanrequiem.com/2023/11/16/purple-haze-feedback-fugo-figures-it-out-viral-malware/ Royal Purple & GreenLike the Hulk on leanMy phantom flu reallyIs a miserable thingAs there’s no snotStraight liquidPouring out of MeLike my nose is a faucetPlease twist it like a spigotTo turn off my internal plumbingI Am literally becoming dehydratedLike running a marathon – just fromThose fluids that I Am losing whenWiping my nose … Continue reading Imaginary Allergies, Act VIII: Phantom Flu

C.C.’s Terms öF Service / Geass Agreement (ñü∿Treaty öF Versailles)

I see, C.C. – or maybe C2If that B Whö Ü preferWhöever: either wayThe Green Blur BComing so cleanAfter drinking leanTurning my eyes PurpleLike, WTF?! Is this reallyWhat She meant by Her “lent”Like a 40 day loan – 2 atone 4Me trying 2 hold The Doors closedThough, not even a demon could stopThe coming storm … Continue reading C.C.’s Terms öF Service / Geass Agreement (ñü∿Treaty öF Versailles)

Rocky Steps

A workout montageLike my muscle collageGettin’ swole, turnin’ GoldAs my bars, written N the starsCovered in fairy dust, red like rustSo much (for) stardust – so how aboutAngel Dust? Not PCP – the real thingFrom cupids like Clarity, EpiphanyDescending'\.upon Me, becomingYouforia ☮ all glory 2 Her https://open.spotify.com/track/2svOhUXIy2932LBNEFdNcq?si=jtWLbctNRcW_C3h65sI_HA https://open.spotify.com/track/1RkPqBGgFNPxdzlGD2Ar0m?si=gVm04mNfTJ-Z2Nt4Vaa44Q https://open.spotify.com/track/07Tx168RSsUS1HqkDIOZbH?si=CALZvgAiRG6XWE7Is0oKOw https://open.spotify.com/track/2Lhdl74nwwVGOE2Gv35QuK?si=TAo61AgbR0ajgMbh_RTbuw https://open.spotify.com/track/61cmcXRr8bPtjYqETFc10p?si=KulXtCOzTBeZEF2W19ZrCg https://open.spotify.com/track/26261sGhJmz3YJTrxzHaYs?si=1PiO5XixRRS5SRjlCtMs4g