lazy tv

can u comprehend?
shall i translate...

fiasco faints on this shit!

now you can breath...


~neptunejune~

(peach chrome bat buzzes byeeeeeeee!!)

pointing home(leftcorner)

i was talkin to homie(brazille) last night we came to the conclusion that for 18-19 year old kids there is really no one thats on this level of conceptual and lyrical freedom... i mean the statement wasn't cocky or anything like that it was like a realization like " nigga some niggas will never rap like this and we 18 years old"

just imagine... the brain never stops growing.

~neptunejune~...outtie

(pink rocket blasts off and then crash and exploooodeeees)

daft punk

daft punk = art aliens...


~neptunejune~

make it clap

funny...(pink floyd laughter).

oops!!!

yo my bad to any people who gave my shit a chance and couldn't hear nothing but the verse on our song "jet_firefighters" please try once more at least... go to myspace.com/neptunejunebrasille

thank you

~neptunejune~....outtie

painted poetry:The left corner

yoda! just got the final product back from brasille for a track called "jet firefighters"... ill, which will be on the "painted poetry:the left corner" mixtape.
everything is moving forward now but its still not fast as i wanted but fuck its moving faster than it was 3 months ago...so thanks god.

might post it.

(pastel jet buzzes byeeee)...outtie

~neptunejune~

Mirrors and stars



In the face of a distorted tear…
Smiling back are punctured wounds of neon.
A collection of stellar acne

On the skin of bubbling puddle… stained are…
Eccentric memories of light orgasms…
Bouncing off the eye are the replies of frozen explosions of white.
The paused yell of sky mines…are yawning forever.

Sea creatures view the lunar plops of moon drool drops…
Through wobbly sweat of glass…
Distorting… blinding contrast

The mirror returns an imprint of war freckles…
Like bullet wounds in heaven’s armor.

Tokyo in night’s worn quilt.

A reflection of the ultimate narcissist.

(jet painted in mirror buzzes byeeee)...outtie

~neptunejune~

animation(repost)

I am a shy, sky volcano using spectrums of pastels pigments, neon and brilliants as nourishment… the happy fool’s food.
The reaction is visceral. The result ethereal.
Beauty’s fragments vaporized.
The music dances in the stomach of a whale’s back…
A haloed mountain and its aerial destiny.
The barrel growls.. It moans and warns.
The exits above this triangle is an open scar.. A crown.
A cave into the downward.
Our mother’s mouth of intangibles..
Magenta memories, silver secrets and airy animals..
Inhale the treasures along with the trash.
Exhale orally… breaths of bubbled, fluttering birds.
Explosion… clouds of souls, paint and the blazing pink concepts stirred.
A tornado of fantasies rejected.. Ejected.
Oozing out sky babies all ripe and wet.. basking in a pool of blood from a wounded rainbow.


(neptoonjune)
(the teal helicopter buzzes byeeee)... outtie

Jazz is...

Jazz Is…


Jazz is clicking and rattling like dice in hollow skulls… thoughts tapping their fingers on the enamel of music’s embryo.
The drums chatter… they murmur below the surface like simmering explosions.

The high hat is a kitchen accident.
And Max Roach is red handed… controlling grenades…
With singing pistols yelping like cynical angels caught in the sound cloud’s raindrops…
Teardrops beating empty tunnels with skin.
Drum on…

Jazz is the drizzled drool of cool from a golden throated… glowing
Black swan… screaming in pain… a gorgeous hurt from the captive saxophone imprisoned in Nina Simone’s stomach.
With closed lips… muffled whines… a honey drip hum…
Sing on…

repost(poem)...noire martian

(basquiat's fool fetish)

My face is the infinite winks.. Moon powder..
The grain of florescent cocaine caught in the night’s cloak.

Drowning swords.. Metallic streaks..
Like lines of mirror tangled in the mesh of the sky’s ocean.

A moon.
An eye.
A nocturnal Cyclops..
Tarred, painted by a puddle of melting onyx.

I am a pool of black diamond raindrops..
Boundless, without cornea and spilling into milk.
A highlighted orchid of black flame..
Blazing forever.

I am a hero’s funeral

I touch night sky..

And become a swirling stir of
Shadows.
.. A Noir Martian.

neptoonjune....outtie
(triple black gotham like moth jet buzzes byeeeee)