Eyes Know Written by Ash Wednesday I am common law married to my work computer. She is just as touchy and temperamental as I was at her age. But when sparks fly you'll be the one that's calling I am sorry for the way I treated you in the past. And I'll smile and simply respond with an "I know." " All Good, No Worries.' You must think I am pretty stupid." Or with a: "Couch or Out kinda night?' All depends on who is fronting the voice box that night. Who is running the radios frequency station. Who knows what time it is you'll call. But I pick up on patterns pretty well. Because I am paid to observe a lot of things Some of obvious, others are unseen. Did you think I really had all these talents for nothing? I haven't been the most forthcoming lately, or have I been forgetting? Eyes know what you are doing And wearing, and listening to and sweating over What keeps you up at night, and the saddest I can see and feel that sadness miles away. I don't even have to be in the same hemisphere to hear your collective cries. And I am sorry I thought you knew what you were getting into a ghost of a person who was barely there to begin with. But who sells secrets, and then disappears. Who is so fragile, I will break in your hand Shattered like a lightbulb that got to hot on me and exploded. She is hard to read, but she loves to squirrel little clues for you to find later. I am sorry for your confusion, this isn't a conflict of interest, or an attack of the intimacy of my affection. Take care and note what I am willing to write I like to see you sweat. And if you're finding the false trails, we'll just so you know I leave little traps for fun. To see who is really listening, and watching and observing. Eyes know
What makes you sweat at night Eyes know What makes you blind to the light I have to get my fix of course How else can I help so many people You should have understood that from the beginning You knew what I was before you applied for the position. Happy New Year's I hope you continue to take a look at yourselves and see the patterns that you habitually hide, and sweep under the rugs from yourself. I wish you nothing but presents. And welcoming everyone and all elements. Eyes know you'll do great. This is your year to thrive To break all these stereotypes And I'll be along for the ride. Ash Wednesday
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"Unboxing" by Ash Wednesday. At some point in the morning When the sun meets the planes My eyes get an eye full Of something that is not going to be believed or explained C'mon what's up with you. You say about that little demon ( on your shoulders) I am tired of playing These hands are burning and screaming With odd offerings new and old Summer sunlight summoning the devil Fuck ok I'll play a little tune with you What's the harm, in just one song Fiddling with time realities for fun Chaos causing fucking harping 1 am in the frickin morning This dance is long drawn out and done. Every 555 You see a 666 Every 555 You see a 666 And.... When I am bored I summon you just for fun All to just reject you, a waste of breathe from lungs Got to set my office almost on fire Just to get a response back from your demon ass You said I check all your boxes But honey I can't be contained so kick rocks and I'll see your fucking fake ass in the desert The ending it deserves Dried up And dead inside I am hoping to have my turn To fuck around and find out with the devil What are you doing today? Want to sweat it out? Contrasting some sort of chorusing summons I am trying to grow flowers out of my element Fuck your boxes I am growing peonies that you promised me Too many moons ago So cute I get to play with your demons The sound of sorrows The best thing I've heard since tomorrow It's a good thing to do You can come over and whip out your mind Sharp little frickin forked tounge Soothing snake Placated masses Doomed to repeat mistakes. Ash Wednesday
If You Squint, It's Mint Written by Ash Wednesday If you squint it's mint Something I've noticed while being perfectly imperfect. But what can I say when every word you think is gospel and a required requiem. Holy fuck, do you hear yourself sometimes How ridiculous you can be How much a catch you in all your lies How you tell on yourself constantly all the time I think its entertaining And I am likely mildly invested this time. But not interested in what your selling This is boring I know myself more now and she is fucking petty She is fucking furious She is just demanding more I think you know what and who I am talking about So here, I'll open the door To trigger you into your awakening I think you would like to go home with us Soon don't worry a few more sad stories We need to get you fucking cooked Dude I am so sorry for the confusion I thought you knew Ya just seemed like you knew You talked the talk but you weren't feeling great
I've been trying to get a hold of you But my telepathy has been a bit of a lot better I am teaching my daughter to never entertain men like you ever You're welcome to come over But I like your place better You turn to me and one night before we head up to bed " If you squint, it's mint." I'll just laugh and look at you blankly You expected a fresher reaction? "Try courting me with lemons next time", I responded " I am so lucky and lost in your eyes, what are you trying to sell me again!?" - Ash Wednesday Silent Serviced. Written by Ash Wednesday. Unforthcoming presence Hushed words of protest Completely quiet, still inaudible mess. Silent service, predicting all needs. Psycho sematic all part of the "diseases" Voiceless and tongue tied At a loss of words. Nevermind what I was about to say I am failing to find the words Unpronounceable Unvoiced I want to just scream out in pain Tired of being taken for granted The static and air waves unmoved and provoken I will curb my words to provide you a false comfort A mute moment of composition I am not who you think I am Who you thought I may have been Shy and reserved, I hold my cards to my chest A silent lip service cohort I laughed at this whole situation Silently surveying Noticing the plot holes Do you hear the Earth channeling An inaudible mess.
A W Take What You Need, Sabotage And Leave Written by Ash Wednesday Take what you need 2 for one special Sabotage and leave Validation doesn't cost a thing Here take all my emotions Take what little you can see And scrape from the bottom Licks from the bowl I love haunted things But you know this Just usually they aren't alive anymore They're literally somewhere else Take what you need Sabotage and leave I am not sure if you get it now But I believe nothing that you speak Bolted out of bed Feeling less than worthy These nights are marish I am just trying to get some rest I am so tired The sheep can fuck off They're crushing my goddamn chest Or is that anxiety? How many times do you have to get this lesson Way too many times And I am fairly certain I am failing to grasp the concept I'll take it out All of it And run So far away you'll never get a chance to catch me again. Catch and release is fun
But it is cyclical and monotonous I want something harder More tangable to sink in to Deep dive I've already been surfing I wanted to build something up and coming Manifesting that shit So take it whatever you need sabotage disconnect and leave I am fine on my own The still of the dead air I love that shit As time goes on it's easier to bare Please take care of yourself Better than you did me Treat yourself kindly This area is crawling with people like me A.W. Exit Wounds Written by Ash Wednesday It drives me crazy that you won't let me hear your wounds I am still certified in first aid and CPR for another year Open enrollment open you up Intentionally hurt me so I'll leave like it was my idea Hell I like your style and maybe wasn't yours the whole time Let me rummage around in those open wounds C'mon what's the harm You're already bleeding out What is the worst that I can do? And disinfect you Not just your head and heart No all of you... Here you're going to be needing all the glasses of water. I am not going anywhere I always like Seeing the potential in people I know you can see it too Burning myself alive. So you can move on Let me know when you get here I just want to rummage around and disinfect your wounds I am ready to risk it all Got a good credit score And an in with the people at Uhaul C'mon what's the harm? Let me heal you You slept on me so many you just need some rest then and keep sleeping And the only reason you're drinking so damn much is trying to disinfectant what's left of your soul But I think you have been without for so long And the thought of something unconditional makes you uncomfortable I wanna just make you feel better and comfortable So push to eject
This is all just a filter or an effect You know where I am And you have my contact Just hit me up Maybe I'll be able maybe I won't To rummage around in your wounds Hit me up when your done with your shadow shit. The Hangman Written by Ash Wednesday I hope all the distance and distractions are working and worth it But I am tired of you chewing with your mouth open and looking idiotic. And just so you are aware I love to babysit and watch you play games with yourself. I'll camp out Even though I've never called a day in my life. It's not a stake out I have the highest respects for cows. Are these bread crumbs your dropping for me periodically gluten free ? I'll just smoke and smile to myself and look the other way sipping my tea. I wanted a real challenge but this shit is so cute And it's a stacking tower mess. You should have been there I would have said You were going to be a little late I didn't think you meant almost two years. I am so sorry you keep saying I feel like I'm not going to be able to believe that Not even in this instance You'll keep your distance And continue to lie to whomever will believe you that week. And I will laugh and smile because I know what makes you weak. Skin feels like it's on fucking fire My stomach is a knotted mess Too many late nights in the parking lot Of the farm that is hardly fresh. There was a time where you could talk to me sober How many times have we both sworn it's over I thought about just holding your hand all October I just wish you were actually singularity sober. Spent too much on addictions And third party situations All the caffeine and nicotine And too much time in front of your phone screen And still you have a hold on me
Who gave you that audacity If I have you an inch you would max out my mental capacity I just want to know where you find the audacity? To play and juggle with people's hearts Eventually everything will falter and What you're doing isn't alchemy it's just nasty I hope all these distractions were worth it To me your apologies are worthless. I just want you to know this. If I wanted to I could destroy you _ _ _ _ _. Ash Wednesday Wytch Tech Written By: Ash Wednesday Drink something strong out of my collar bones. This shit is for the birds Beyond all logic and hormones. When your baseline is borderline chaos In and out summoned like a damn demon coming back like a seance I am a fan of this updated version new lines of code rewritten and downloaded. Wonder what is in store for this round? We are on season what now? And the episode? I've learned more about myself observing the human condition and raw dogging the depression and anxiety. Wytch Tech crew necks comfy soft blankets candles recharge and reset. Sometimes it is all just too much people are interesting social creatures But I am a little sick of telling people I am just a school teacher Walking off into the woods never wanting to come back out. I am not doing this shit for the online clout There is something deep down at the bottom of me. Designing and augmenting a blueprint for spirit. I am seeing it clearer day by day but to the undead unawakened people it all looks the same. I am this close to walking into the woods and never coming back Shoot me a text Don't be surprised if you get hexed. I turned off the TV years ago The media and mainstream love to put on one hell of a repetitive show. Wytch Tech has been this ongoing thing a passion project among many things I am hoping one day to find you who and wherever you are build a house in the middle of nowhere I am just trying to check out early of this nightmare Toting my tarot cards like I am gonna suddenly get a break through or down I'll settle for almost anything at this point. Candles burning into the early hours of morning lighting incense whenever I walk into a room. And at this point my middle name should be changed to sage. Seeing all the animals
making eye contact at me but its a funny thing cause I am starting to see dead ones again Wytch Tech has been a passion project of mine deep diving into all that occulty shit. Learning way too much about the esoteric. Just when I think I have an answer it escapes me and I become hysterical. Blocked Out
Written by Ash Wednesday I would rather be dodging Glocks then blocks A face full of wood Fucking what's with all the hawks? Wish I knew something they all knew I Got 99 problems all from one dude I am so used to being devalued Some people call that gratitude I just crave some consistency and solitude Walking around so out of place Like a squirrel on concrete I am so beyond fuckin shocked Post for words and audacity I find it super cute when you're trying to start the Convo back up And begin to info dump Then fucking fall off the face of the planet. Rock stone cold I am so used to this taken for granite. Fall back into old habits I'll leaf you alone if you want Seek out me in others Best of luck with that endeavor I am trying to figure out my role in all this Like Troys character is just him being Donold Glover Blocked by the way you have me Cornered on the chess bored I am fuckin cryin Every word is lying I feel myself start to slip and doubt I think this is how you won against me before Keep me guessing if you want or need to I'll be entertaining for years now Hyperactive and fixated Every detail isn't going without weighing hatred For myself mostly Guarded my heart all to closely I am fuckin cryin Every word is lying Fuckin dead Inside and out I am tired of feeling Grasping at air is like shoving shrapnel up a waterspout. Leave me a message Look for some codes Something here smells really suspicious I think that you know I am fuckin cryin I am fuckin cryin A block to the face I am so used to this shit In and out wishy washy flip flop behavior Whatever works best for the script. Written out of the story Brought back for some spicy allegory I am not to sure what your angle is But I know I fucking hate triangles "Krave" Written By: Ash Wednesday Skipping past the pharmacy my hand suddenly goes numb reaching around for the bottle I'll stick with my espressos. Failing to curb the cravings got me all fucked up sweating and shaking I am going to be trying to forget you lovely. My whole damn adult life. I will struggle to quell the debating in my head forever craving a release that I don't even know why I do the things I do anymore. I am not sure why I put myself in jeopardy. or entertain people with third parties. Just one more shot, just knock it back. you get your whiskey and put on one hell of a convincing act. But I've seen this play out about three times already I am tired now of these dumb games. I am looking for something more challenging. So you get your whiskey and word vomit all over me baptise me in your toxic vomit. I want to believe you really. I'll stick with my intuition and espresso. - Ash Wednesday
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