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Biblically Accurate Fursona

by Anita Velveeta

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James Champion
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James Champion this is simply the most uniquely compelling and versatile collection of songs I’ve heard in ages

sometimes it makes me feel like laying down in an open field and watch the wind blow through the tall grass like a comb through hair

at other times it makes me want to thrash around alone in a hotel swimming pool until chlorine stings my eyes Favorite track: Don't Tread on me Sempai.
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1.
i cant sleep i cant think cant get off i cant leave stuck in a loop like a rat on wheel storms outside trapped inside might go out give it a try catch a nasty cold struck by lighting i dont care it beats getting old take me as i am for i have no other self desperately searched for who i am but i cant love what i found search for comfort in the arms of others i feel worthless so i open tinder dont find warm but i find solace in the fact that i share this problem i am not alone or at least that is to say there are others who are alone too the nights are cold trying to sleep here on the couch but thats hard to do with the only light pointed at my face hey your cute lets go hang out i dont want to now im too depressed to get out of bed havent shaved in a couple of days makes me want to peel of my skin and scream and bleed out into the pillowcase death is waiting i can feel it hanging over my shoulder i can hear it saying come to me my child take my hand a follow me to bliss and then to peaceful emptiness
2.
Honk! 02:58
left on read feeling blue but breezy after all these years disappointment comes easy struggle so long thought that nothing would please me picked my own damn name cause it sounded really cheesy velveeta coming through im liquid gold style feels nostalgic kinda new kinda old love it or hate it cant deny that its bold all these copy cats they trying to fit my mold you see everyone be acting like they know me but they know me not hear a trans women making beats it must be hyperpop hyperpop is dead cis men ran it to the ground check the playlists not an alice or lily around around not a single one around i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay take your pity away youll need it for yourself some day i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay im just living my way and doing only what i love i am lying on the ground head is spinning sorrows drowned i can feel each muscle tensing up and down all around blood is rushing to my crown i can feel myself ascending i am not what you want i am just flesh and guts i am just a mortal being all alone in my home haunted rotting studio i can hear the floorboards scheming listen to the music play cant think of what im to say kinda feels like im dream i am not what you want not sure of who ive become but i like what im seeing its kinda strange but it makes me feel okay i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay take your pity away youll need it for yourself some day i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay im just living my way and doing only what i love i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay take your pity away youll need it for yourself some day i cant be what you want i cant be who you love thats okay im just living my way and doing only what i love
3.
Hypersigil 03:08
im a break beat hoe with my eyes drooped low am i tired or just high i dont even know nothings real but its not a simulation more like the hell scene in event horizion a tortured glimpse of a cruel reality gifted by the ones who gave birth to this reality reality insanity cancel all my plans and stay inside my room why do i feel like i am hated by everyone when i go outside anxieties quiet me im all out beat down im all out its good its hypersigil work of fiction persona of my own addiction ego death or a split duality war inside my head is going very violently am i me or am i the creation am i real or am i just the imitation wasted muation of the self relation of anita and me too much time with me myself and i has distorted my whole life and i dont know which way i should go i just wanted to be someone to meet you now im living a life thats so deciptful everything hurts but i can not tell where i feel drunk even though i am sober
4.
Incel Rock 03:10
this Incel rock band is bringing me down can’t believe their lack of self awareness bunch of stupid clowns their lyrics make me just wanna puke but I need the money from recording so I guess this song is my rebuke cause I ain’t got a damn thing to lose it makes me feel like such a whore sucking dick or mixing cishet bands i don’t know which one I hate more still kinda makes me feel gross the thought I’m helping something so deplorable won’t leave me alone it won’t leave me alone It won’t leave me alone It won’t leave me alone misogyny is the only common theme of the lyrics that sound like they were written by a boy that’s 14 everything they say is so filled with hate but not as much as i hate them a moral quandary I can not cope with because I am to broke to deal with that privilege talking bout how girls don’t adore them half their band pics are jean shorts and fedoras led zeppelin t shirts and white socks up to the knee blasting out that Greta van fleet while sitting alone beating their meat saying i love this band they make music just like before it went bad dropped a few hundred on a vintage big muff tone says they don’t make ‘em like this no mo i really hope the person who sold it to him sold him a fake everyone who hears them hates them but still they think someday they’ll make it and I pray to jesus christ himself that they don’t i just wanna get paid from these Incel rock songs about not getting laid can not wait til I am through new rule no more recording bands of only dudes please don’t credit me i don’t want my name anywhere near this atrocity i got into recording to amplify a voice but what am I supposed to do when the voice is so disgusting I don’t know what to do no I don’t
5.
break the walls in just to build them up give the people what they want an illusion of tearing down a structure a sad excuse for culture brain dead yokels flock to get a chance lining up to see it bash watch it spin around swinging like a flail pray it stops to no avail to dumb to be pretentions not dumb enough for camp watch it fly in all directions but no direction does it have the perfect piece for flip flop wearing dont want to be hear dads or rich highschool brats just looking for a laugh hear it through the whole building at each and every piece infecting all the art it spreads like a disease the noise it is insufferable i just wanna leave but then walk in some new people looking for a peek looking for a peak looking for a peak i think its flawed right down to its exsistance a cheap critique of what it holds to be sacred the broken walls only reinforce the message like all bad art it tells more that it questions corner basher corner basher corner basher corner basher corner basher (idk some edgy shit about how i dont like liz larner)
6.
watching as the sun comes up cant go to sleep cause im too drunk ill puke if i close my eyes listen to the vinyl skip my head is spinning what a trip acid at ten was a bad idea still i kinda miss the days of bad decisions and mistakes we were just stupid kids everything must have an end if we didnt stop wed of would wound up dead life is better now i guess and everytime i look back to the rose tinted past dont know if i should cry or laugh coughing up some lungbutter while dreaming of some past lovers still curled up in bed hair is knotted like a nest a burning pain inside of my chest im going up in flames can not find my cigarettes get so depressed after sex apologize for being broken i am just a salvaged wreck an empty shell escaping death how long can i keep this up and if i close my eyes and believe the lies the future looks bright the future looks bright the future looks bright

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released July 29, 2022

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