
Malase Decaye
@malignantNoise
lyricist for hire. really, please hire me.
i do kind of admire the trolls who have globes enough to be able to hornypost while under the imminent threat of a drone visit. i dont even have any problems with my quadrants and the threat of drones is still so stressful that the fear chemicals in my pan completely drown out any of the ones associated with arousal. this might be a #skillissue on my part. #violence #nsfw
its something between humbling and reassuring that in this vast multiverse even the trolls who you look up to the most who seem so cool and untouchable... even those trolls have really embarrassing alternates.
his broke ass couldnt afford more than one vowel in his first name. sad. #notvagueposting #specificposting
my personal kull score cultivator has arrived i guess.
i dont know if im going to be able to work this into a song. im probably just going to have to leave this one as a poem. "pityfool" her lulling voice drips down my spine like sopor sinks into my pores "now honey you will be just fine this pain will pass, will run its course" i hope that im the only troll who ever hears her speak this soft who feels that warmth grow in my soul when in her palms im held aloft but like a cup that overflows her pity swells and cascades down it washes over all she knows im left to wish that i could drown #poetry #palepining
i worked for a sweep at alternian eagle outfitters and won "worst hairline" four times in that period by popular vote. they invented the superlative just for me. i doubt anyone else was honored with it after i got fired for "tanking the vibe". anyway i have bangs now.
i dont work at grubbucks anymore but when i did the only good part of any shift was commiserating with one of the olive girls who usually got put on the same shifts as i did. but then she got fired for "pocketing tips" even though that wasnt what she was doing. the money she was pocketing was for the extra "flavor shot" of spit that she had a handful of regulars come asking for specifically pretty much every night. they were pretty upset when they came back around and she didnt work there anymore. one of them gutted the guy who fired her. she still didnt come back to grubbucks though. i was fired a little while after that. for being "bad at smiling." uh #nsfw and #violence #gore just in case.
ive been told i should post more on here. so tell me your grubbucks order and ill tell you how violent of a death the barista is wishing upon you.
thats the first hate react ive ever gotten. seems fitting for a song about kismet.
um. a lot happened, but im not dead. the lyrics were finished a while ago. im... not totally sure how i feel about them anymore, but completed is completed. i might as well post. #songwriting #lyrics "the worst thing" [verse 1] i cant buy lipstick in my favorite shade there are no cosmetics in the color of your hate black could never be so deep no gloss ever match the sheen two rich hues smeared between hate-torn lips, my tongue, your teeth [chorus] so bite my lips and tell me that im not a fling dig your claws, assure me that this means something do i get under your skin half as bad as you do bite my lips and tell me im the worst thing thats happened to you [verse 2] i cant go out tonight in the shirt i like best cause during our last fight you ripped the damn thing from my chest and with my pulse under your hand squeezed out all the words id planned cause of course you understand how quick i cave to your demands [bridge] you spend your days in my dreams (am i the worst thing) your nights tearing at my seams (cause youre the worst thing) but i will never come clean (am i the worst thing) about how much that even means (yeah youre the worst thing) [chorus] so bite my lips and tell me that im not a fling dig your claws, assure me that this means something do i get under your skin half as bad as you do bite my lips and tell me im the worst thing thats happened to you
not related to the song i was posting about before. just a thought i had to jot down before it was lost. https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/03/25/IMG_8610.jpeg
my favorite songwriter does this thing in one of my favorite songs of his. that i wish i could pull of with even half the efficacy as he does. but the first time the chorus plays, we hear the "call" half of a call-and-response, but we dont hear the response until the second time the chorus comes around. i think the build up and pay off to it is very satisfying.
do i love spicy food? absolutely. is my spice tolerance decent? not at all. but can my acid tract at least handle it? also no. but it is noble to suffer for the things we love.
everyone had really kind things to say, and honestly it was pretty encouraging. i figured out the chorus after i managed to cool down. i think im happy with it. theres only a few more wrinkles to smooth out before i would call the whole thing done.
my face is burning up. im going to go dunk my head under some running water. or something.
this feels way more embarrassing than i thought it would. fighting the urge to just delete.
sorry about my handwriting. actually, on second thought, maybe i should just type this out for screen readers and legibility anyway... i cant buy lipstick / in my favorite shade / there are no cosmetics / in the color of your hate black could never be so deep / no gloss ever match the sheen / two rich hues smeared between / hate-torn lips, my tongue, your teeth https://squidgeimages.s3.us-west-002.backblazeb2.com/2026/03/24/mal_lyrics.jpg
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