Truffula from Involved EP by Quistum

he’s living out of his means. that’s what he means by living. behavior flavor changes with the scenes in which he’s given. he’ll stick his needle in your skin and suck out all the blood from you. you’re just another shape that he can bust out with his truffula. chameleon-come-alien, he’s feeling he’s failing at being a being who be breathing enough air in his lungs. but it’s like infinity’d be great, if could free-base and abuse it he’d do it. he’d smoke it or shoot, have him a chaser of music. now he’s buzzing, shit he’s wasted but afraid to misuse it. don’t want to waste it, also don’t want to wait until the day that he loses it. and that’s damn inevitable, shit he’s written the date down. the days until his nervous breakdown- ain’t a sound to make him nervous, because worthlessness is perfect and a purpose is worthless. and so i say to you that nothing really matters- he don’t eat nothing but nothing, he’ll never overload his platter. he won’t amount to much. that’s much ado about nothing. he can see his future in those clouds that he’s puffing. wearing a barrel with suspenders meets a business suit collided. he’s a motherfucking fat-cat-schizophrenic-hobo-hybrid. and he can see a recycling symbol on the side of his head, might of shared some shit he’s already said. might already be dead, won’t be ready to perish until he assembles some sentences in his head that he can cherish. words are just a force-field, feels his words are forced. so travel through this babble-labyrinth to find the source of the punch line. he knows life’s a joke but sometimes he’s not laughing. finds it hard to relax because relaxing feels like slacking. peace of mind’s a puzzle. his mind’s in puzzle pieces. every vocal chime is just him trying to find a thesis. if he don’t find a thesis shit at least he’ll have a swan song. there’s lights up in the attic but it’s just like he don’t like to leave them on long.

• Electronic Spirit Music
• Post-Soul
• Vocal-driven
• psychedelic
• Chicago