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.
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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
Single as a Pringle Written by: Ash Wednesday Pretty sure the reason I am not married is because I do not own a printer. Been spreading myself a little thin lately Been listening to "Sorry You're Not A Winner." I won't have a free hour to get myself sufficient sustenance due to someone else's negligence. But best be sure I have nothing to do when I get home so I am gonna go for my upteenth call with HR. Texting you in-between songs at night because I want to come off as cool. But you're fucking flakey as a pastry You're behavior is kinda out there and wacky I am like a fan of your crafty. I am not even being nasty. I am a huge fan as you know So for you I want to show; I am fucking sitting here single as a Pringle Stacked and wrecked with salty food confection Single and hesitantly not willing to mingle Without the proper flotation devices Single as a Pringle, alone but still using other chips to soften the holes and blows Filling up the empties Hiding all the cans ( still need to come off as humble) But I am betting you a 20 there's dishes in your sink And I am willing to serve as a wedge just not as a crutch Cause we're both broken at this day and age this whole things been a bit too much. Single as a Pringle Stacked with all you other salty options Taken out for the hell of it It's definitely not because you are bored. Digital Desintegration Written by: Ash Wednesday These digital days are so strange. Downloaded software, still dealing with years of pending pain. These digital days they're not the same. Everything gets disrupted and my connection just isn't the same. I am falling in love with people and things I've never touched. But in a sea of digital finality in retrospect we don't mean so much. Digital Degradation, no sense in saving. Just make a new escape plan, forever scrolling. The audacity to have some freedom.
To look up at the sky. Fuckin heartbreaking how these people live, when in reality we all just want to die. These digital days are just not the same. And when I mention your name it's in the same breath as a mistake. Disconnect with me, let's get out of this space. All I want to do is actually touch and hold your face. Yo Romeo! Wrong Juliet. Written by: Ash Wednesday Fuck you and your Gemini ♊ Moon I am so over these games and you Fuck you and what you made me do Making permanent marks on my heart like a tattoo Blacked out my head and heart X crossed my eyes It would take 1000 takes and tries And a few past lifetimes to get things "right" Bro wrong fucking Juliet You fucked it up big time, and now you're in your regrets I am so indebted to my pet For comforting me on all those nights where you live rent free in my head Dude wrong fucking Juliet I am dying to take you with me About to sell my fucking soul and independence For a working car, but it's a Honda. My guy, what is with this sentiment You lack all subscriptions to loyalty I think the world of you but you're the reason we're in this distressed mess. It's really lonely when you need to work on yourself
I relationship alone, is what you need I don't think you could stand it Get tested for your sexual transmissional demons They're demonstration for the hell of it Straight out of the god damn prescription bottle Aye yo Romeo wrong Juliet You got to be the weirdest mother fucker I've ever met Ash Wednesday BLWTF: That One Time I Got Asphyxiated On B.L.T.s Written By: Ash Wednesday Happy Wednesday! This past summer at the tender age of 31 I, Ash Wednesday discovered B.L.T.s and over the course of about a fortnight, they just got increasingly more ridiculous- ( because well it's me) but still maintaining their bacon integrity. I am trying to recall but I am pretty sure half way through week one I got some gnarly heart palpitations and maybe I should cool it on the BLTs though. But it was brief. Every lunch at this one cafe that I worked at I added at first an egg, because why not it's always breakfast when you wake up at 4am and serve the general public jumping bean juice. And then an egg and avocado, which cost extra but I never paid my tab so I was like fuck it load me up I want to fork and knife this sandwich and have it all fall apart. Very messy do not recommend either the egg or avocado both created some structural fopa to this B.L.T and kinda made it a bit of a B.L.W.T.F are you doing Ash??!!!!! This is becoming a kitchen nighttime escapade. Maybe you need to lay off your pen on your smoke break. The chef definitely knew. I think that the most outlandish and this sandwich had just about every ingredient offered slapped between two pieces of rye they were/ are as follows cause I kinda wanna recreate this one at home: Pesto Mayo, THE B, THE L, THE T, THE AVOCADO, and THE SALMON! It is a great big clusterfuck, yes I had to unhinge my jaw to eat it, it did require to be forked and knifed to bits, I was late coming back from break, and just like when I was little at the dinner table I chewed so much I forgot how to swallow. Insert a tasteful and tactical joke. Short story: bacon is amazing, I added it to pasta the other night for dinner and maybe half the bacon I cooked ended up in the dish. The other I consumed while cooking and became snacking bacon. I know I am about a decade late on the bacon trend, but I think I have been finally pegged. I get it: salty, faty, acid goes on and with anything solid or in a jam, it's great it's gonna kill me but it's great. I am actually gonna probably make it for dinner when I get home tonight. Catch Ya Later!
Ash Wednesday Warmth Written by Ash Wednesday "We don't talk anymore..." But I drunk texted you two Wednesdays ago You'll set yourself on fire Just so he can keep warm The coldness I've read and received Does nothing to put my mind at ease I miss you fuck'in terribly But you never showed you gave a shit about me Warmth was never something I've received Just read about and witnessed in books and movies But pass me the matchsticks And I'll start something real quick And you can have the very last of my nerves And let's light this all on fucking fire What a destructive force we can be For all that quiet energy we carry separately I hope someone somewhere is enjoying the fire that I have invoked I hope you're treating them better than you treat yourself But I come from a pessimistic and doubtful upbringing such as yourself Hack me to pieces extract all of my dopamine Sipping tirelessly at anything containing trace amounts of caffeine I am tired of mirroring a mirror Its weirdly reflective and I am tired of cycling Pending processed nothing's happening just left on read and idling. I am pretty sure I've done this before but it wasn't like this. Would you like to set yourself on fire for a bit Just to feel a little bit Tried to build up a resistance to you But my body is burning the fuck up. Why didn't you say all that out loud You could have just saved myself the trouble and called. - AW
Suds City Written by Ash Wednesday (in a laundry mat between loads) I am just a Starseed in a laundry mat. Ass glued to a plastic chair Book in hand, sit and spin cycle Inconsistent incognito rat. ( Baseball Cap rocking sunglass sporting) The florescents are unforgiving Its 2 A.M and I know you're still awake Because we are tethered forever Hit up my phone cause I am down for whatever Deep diving for that dopamine (fix) Chasing someone or something always made sense to me ( knock it out and off my list) Seeking approval from the most "important" Bottom of the barrels Definitely undeveloped and undecided Flat and flashy- fake salty and pastry Soapy waters a classic karmic cycle Forever looping in the florescent hell hole. If I keep staring at this machine I am gonna lose my mind and lunch Microcosmic waterboarding full disclosure this is better then a day at Disneyland Dissatisfied dissociation up the laundry detergent Trusting my delusions as they spin on high Rolling the credits to all my alternative what ifs In my last life I think I had a better handle on it all. I am just trying to figure it out This Human Condition And what's it is all about Reading up trying to find the answers, like addition. Waiting for the collective consciousness to kick in This retrograde round about kinda way Spiraling linear I am dizzy just thinking Shaking and saying "This is just apart of the journey". Brillo pads scattered the floor, People stop and stare Getting used to the side eyes for sure This town is quiaint but kinda odd Not quite Twin Peaks aesthetic
But my asthma seems to think different The mold soaked clothing Laid abandoned and drying The non playable people smiling Hi! Welcome! We're happy you're hear Take a number and single serving washer Soak it up all these unwanted feelings unbothered A.W. Written By: Ash Wednesday If the world was ending, you would come over right? We could keep it casual- Order in maybe a movie or two like we used to If that is alright. Since the world is ending, how about Thai? I am gonna get shrimp, because fuck it. Let's go out with a soft bang Because I have been screaming inside my head my whole life. And dude, I am tired. I am tired of masking, of withholding my joy all those late nights thoughts and feelings I just want to go "home" Off this planet if only for just a moment Then respond and be born again right back to it. Grind, depression, little lost lambs Whatever this it is I am trying to still discover But if the world was suddenly on fire would you be down to share one last cigarette and a brief chat it doesn't have to be anything crazy I would settle for a "Hi, how are you- Cause nothing these days phases me. War seems imminent, It's too expensive to live At least when I am dead and gone it costs me next to nothing to sin. I am always looking for something else,
something exciting and new. I am hoping that this time it's all different Another environment, but hopefully I get to find you. Before your brain or husk or jellyfied noodle goo solidifies I hope that its not to late this next timeline I seem to keep fucking this all up repeatedly and it keeps costing me some lifetimes So back to my original question If the world was ending could I count you to be a guest star on my couch one last time we can order something whatever you want I just want you by my side when things go to shit and the world restarts. - AW Narcster Written by Ash Wednesday I am tired of playing house where it's not my home Cycling through karmic patterns I am looking to burn Always a fan of coloring But your color are starting to show through That fake phoney narcissistic temper tantrums. Ive done way to much work to entertain this, going ghost like Danny Phantom. This shit was cute and all when I was little I literally looked up to you But now that I am taller I've gotten more vocal and stronger. I could ghost you forever And feel nothing but better A sigh of relief A breath without assistance I have begged you for years to give a shit about me I am sorry I was the one that finally graduated with your supposed degree. But I am 30+ and you dont know the first thing about me You spat insults at me when we go out in public and you feel like I get too much attention. But I'll tell you this, people would approach you more too if you actually believed in things like the middle class, treating wait staff like a human being, and things like inflation. I am sure one day youll get it And hopefully by that time You will stop blaming me for ruining your life. You're not a kid anymore, we are both adults Its time to stop holding a grudge I tell you every year I wish you never had me. Life is unbearable and i blame you 100% You selfishly thought you could be a parent But your brain wasn't even fully developed yet. You couldn't leagally drink at your wedding
Then had me shortly after. I am so glad I broke your families generational curse. I am planning to die alone with my cat I am just a little spicy spinster. Congratulations you did it parent of the year I would turn in my grave if I ever got an "I am proud of you." I am so used to being left That I just keep on moving and don't give it a second though Too much time to get a new hold of myself I am not sure what is what Its a sobering feeling being removed from your head I am so sick of allowing the wrong people that need therapy, an awaking, and are on the rebound mend. - Ash Wednesday |
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