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Video by Clarence Clarity Note: This video is a commentary, and I'm in no way endorsing any of the content within. Like Infowars, which fucking sucks. Thanks. / clarenceclarity / iampizzaboy SPLITTING HAIRS The torso of my toy wrestler is too loose, and you’re trying to feed me kind words through a poop chute Quit it; I can smell the waste It elevates into the air, I swear, it’s up there doing a jig upside-down on a glass ceiling And on the other side, there is Billy Mays, kneeling down giving it a streak-free shine But when I show him the footprints, he ignores me each time Catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles Quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; “Fuck it- I’ve been splitting hairs” I get it, it’s not your problem; you’ve ascended We’re swimmin’ in outrage and gluten-free chicken Gawker articles, copious photographs of kittens and... “Listen to my mixtape!” That was a request, not commentary The similarity of our struggle is kinda scary Iapapa Berries are my art: Some life for nerds, but turds to those confused by tart remarks Catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles Quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; “Fuck it- I’ve been splitting hairs” Self-awareness, I choose you. I'm at my weakest; reading Rap Genius, trying to make sense of myself Dispensing my health to these beings I'm not even sure that I'm seeing, peeing on the side of the bowl; my roommate is sleeping next to the girl who's creeping with him because her guy does art and only makes about $8.99 Christ... Me and that guy would be best pals But I should keep it down; they're having sex now Catch sight of myself sliced in seven angles Quantised and baptised but understand that Maybe one day in a couple of years God be like; “Fuck it- I’ve been splitting hairs”