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The Mouquette Sect




















HAVEN'T SLEPT FOR WEEKS

Might be up
Might be upside
Might be upside down
the bonded crowd

you taste delicious

TRAPPED BETWEEN THE SHARKTOPUS' JAWS

one
two
three
four you got the score !

I don't want your soul, I don't want no money
I WANT YOU

TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO ESCAPE

animals understand you

need a burger now
go funk with it

and the snakes and birds and roses and pines and oceans...

THIS PLACE SMELLS LIKE ZOMBIE BUTT

but you taste like a burger

Don't Trust your Senses

Tell what you see
Prove what you say

Can you feel the matter
When you're touching this table
Are you aware of the object
While screwing my cable

Get ready
To understand
That you can't understand
That if you'd understand
It wouldn't be true

DON'T
TRUST
YOUR
SENSES

SUBSTANCE
METAL
GEAR
SOLID

God almighty
Trustworthy
Ubiquitous
So meticulous
So fucking frivolous

And if you don't give a damn about the shit we say
Pretending everything and its contrary
Admitting things without thinking of their reason to be
You probably just aren't as fucked up as us