DESCRIPTION:
Re-upload of the unfinished 2009 Doublethink EP.
Beat and Lyrics by Diogenes.
[Lyrics Below...]

Typewriter tragedy saddens me. Handful of quarter spots just in time to charge the battery. Petty pinball penny arcade live T.G.I. Friday's. Dissonant drifter colonies collide on malign highways. I'll sling my little stone in sing-along fashion just to raise eyebrows with the highbrows. OK? So, from point a to point b, I typically hitchhike. Mimicking this counter-cultural epitome. Found a vulture picking at my chest cavity but it's capital he's after. Be gone. Rationally I'm tilted a bit now, but I stay steady in my illuminato posture due to ripen any minute into full bloomed, star-spangled deliverance. Like tinted glimpses into Hollywood A-list gatherings at hot tamale barbecues where they all flock to marvel at you. It's hard to believe. Bard of the leaf and grass impulse. I'm more curious about here and now than past kinfolk. But I collaborate occasionally with Abe Lincoln and Plato just to dabble in faded flashbacks and debate at clay tables. Fated to fable slander. Yes your eminence I've completed a stable banter but it wreaks havoc on my conscience. Settle down. Meddling marplot stupid. These wage makers lack the tenacity for revolution. I'm nestled between a bum and a vagabond wandering sand castle cities turned glass, and still have enough class to respect you, kid. But not for long. Yeah right, these days my patience idles at a virtuous standard so when the candorless crowds are loud and outlandish I leave my pound of flesh by the davenport for scavenger favor, fat Rattatas, and tag-along fakers. Snitch. Stitching a magnificent plot with a twist. Double lemon juice please sir, with a pump of the fist. Be passionate you little bastards. I'm practically handing out candy on Halloween to little kid mask-fitted rappers. Snickers. Slid tongue and lip once over the whiskers. Noticed my hands metamorph to innocent paws with little blister pads and ultimate urge to run wild. Stayed contained in my warm-blooded old soul style. But soon hunger and bloodlust creep into my demeanor quicker than Speedy Gonzales so I caught him. Mmm, mouse meat. Sprout feet and walk off if you're a lingerer. I can tolerate most stress, but to be safe don't test.