/WORMWOOD.

Classroom's been abandoned

You wish you knew what time it is

You wish you knew what time it is freshly lit cigarette

You know I like the smell of it but don't bite in it yet

Not the taste of your tongue, o

You just gonna

Let it burn let it burn

What in the world do I got to live a karate chop for

What do I got a car in the world for

I don't

Let it all burn

I just saw the weirdest window display

On one side it had all ourfumes— for the girls—

And on the other side, , it had all binoculars—

For the guys, I guess

Dang somebody really love Diego

But I don't

I'm metropolitan Avenue

Leaves that look like butterdlies

God, I really like a redhead and a greyhound

Stop at the crosswalk

But the bird saga you're all mine

God, there's so many men that I don't deserve

Tell me why did I come here

And where did I come from

If not for this love than for what

If not for this truth

Must the truth I wait my life for a designer god

But I bet it all on the wrong bloke

Now flat broke

And sloppy drunk

U got it wrong,

But I got the whole turn load

I think i@00 take the long way about l

use I don't know where I am

Don't know if you noticed

It mi just don't give a damn.

I just don't give a damn.

I like this girl's vibe, she's not a natural blonde

That's a lucky girl—

And a very lucky dog

I'm at the late night deli

Thinking bout a late night show

Sometimes getting lost in New York

Is the only way to come home

It's a school!

But I thought it was a prison

Or a soundstage

What's the difference

Anyway

In this city

I legitimately don't care

About anything or anybody

Intimately

Or romantically

Technically or homeopathically

That's what I want

Malibu

I'm so sick of living in a trash pail

I can't tell the right wrong or wrong

Or do or don't

Or good from bad anymore

So sick of living in a trash pail

When I start seriously thinking of suicide

Then along comes the radio tower

Mi was new York's favorite girl

But now i'm old and washed up

Motorcycles

I put my money on the wrong horse

I put all my money on the wrong host

I got lost in New York

And the horrible still followed

Go fire

[go figure]

I wrote the source code

So you admit it.

Yes.

You've committed the greatest crime of all humanity.

Is it?

So,

You'd admit to it?

—if it was?

I've already admitted to it.

Re write.

From memory?

Entirely from scratch.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, I—

not with this!

The processor unplugs and tosses away the keyboard.

That was very over dramatic.

YOU wrote the source code.

Okay. I—yeah.

Now write it again. Not a glitch.

With!?

He pulls out a legal pad and ballpoint gel pen.

With this—-

W—is this a gel pen?!

It is indeed a gel pen.

What if it smears???

It will absolutely smear!

Are you kidding me with this?!

YOU wrote the source code.

Okay!

I'm programmed to the source code!

Correct.

Now, do it—

I'm a computer programmer! This is a ballpoint pen—!

You're goddamn right!

—a fucking gel pen for christs sakes!

That's what you get for doing this!

Jesus Christ.

He can't save you now…because he's part of the source code!

Actually no, that guy‘s real.

I—beg your pardon.

I couldn't make that shit up if I tried.

What.

…Knew A guy in college. Water into wine. Cool kid.

What.

At last give me a mechanical pencil or some—

You will use the pen and you all like it

Back at what I still don't call home

Wonder how many dimensions I've gone

If any at all

L I S T E N

L E G E N D S

LOOK. ITS LUNELL.

LUNELLE.

HEHEHE.

THAT'S MY GOD!

{Enter The Multiverse}

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