pink maggit - for the hypochondriac

Written, recorded, mixed, and mastered by myself. Second substantial release under pink maggit. Released on December 15th, 2023.

1 - strung out (hypochondria pt. i)

  • To celebrate

    They left

    And over two passes they went

    The volcanic plains awaited

    And they supped

    And they bathed

    Then they fell

    Then they fucked

    They were them

    There were no consequences 

    Until the forsaken text

    Activated

    They were a mess

    In reflection

    Their pores radiated

    And the sky had freckles

    And they laid back down

    Where the gore awaited

    And the berries were eaten

    And they wept into their chest

    Filled with self-consciousness 

    They hadn’t known who they were

    And was he her?

    Truly, the cock was unnecessary and in the way

2 - i have a cough

  • The shrimp expired

    Two to eleven

    Slept thru my class

    Bachelors of science

    The shrimp expired

    Steering wheel leans right

    I run from my loved ones

    I can’t sleep at night

    I have a cough

    sinuses ache

    I have a cough

    Blackened lungs

    The gimp is alive

    Laying in their bed

    The gimp is alive

    Resting their head

3 - cicada (hypochondria pt. ii)

  • He woke up one morning with an illness

    Phlegm like a chartreuse mud

    Stricken with fear, he slumbered

    He called you that evening

    He missed your touch

    And yearned for your breast

    To suckle like a babe

    And when you arrived

    He did not cry

    Yet your warm hands caressed her

    And cured her woes


4 - my tummy hurts

  • If my lungs fall From the woods

    Do they make a sound

    They knew I’d be here

    That’s why they told you

    Fuck a top sheet

    They knew I’m coming around

    That’s why they gone back

    Fuck a top sheet

    You can’t comprehend it

    That black and mild destiny pack

    Them drifter swishers

    Fallen, bring a sort of pretentious vibe to the circle 

    But more, more than anything

    God, my fucking tummy

    My tummy hurts

    I’m lying in bed at night wheezing

    I’m so happy

    Things are better

    But it’s still December 

5 - for the hypochondriac

  • We were blessed

    To live forevermore

    When you flung yourself

    Into the reservoir 

    Your tissues peeled

    Your body was nevermore 

    I wished to taste 

    Your salty sweat 

    Within the great human waste

    Emulsified you were

    And yet I had found 

    You had truly drowned

    The peroxide had reduced 

    You to nothing more

    But a human juice

    And as I melted

    My skin turned to slop

    I wished I had the power

    To force you to stop

    Before you fulfilled 

    Their dream, their will

    We’re in the melting pot

    Everything is still

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