You ran away.

Uh—I left.

You left the front door open.

—no I didn't.

Coyotes got in.

Canada has coyotes?

It wasn't pretty!

They're just coyotes…

I have 6 cats!

Whose fault is that?!

Had six cats…

…

*.*

Well…how many are left?

I don't know.

You don't know?

No turning back

To your house?

Our house.

No it is not. That is your house.

Yeah, but you were in it.

That doesn't make it my house.

Yes it does.

If that were the case I'd live in the White House

You've been to the White House

A couple times

Come back

No

Please

No. Stop being weird.

It's not weird. I love you.

Stop.

*mau5 head*

Now I'm running away.

This is a weird dream,

Cause it's not a dream.

Oh look, there's puddings.

Don't touch the—

dead x.x

Damn. I died again.

Just start over,

I can't. I have to wait.

Wait for what?

When you die there's a respawn period.

Well, how long is it?

Hello.

…hi.

It's no so d art when we're all just friends

It's not so wrong when we're on good terms

It don't hurt bad when you got good heart

Can't set fire with no bridges to burn

Let it all come down

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Look,

We'v all been around

For a really long time

And we all get burned

But it all works out

Just a lesson to learn

Yeah, we all get hurt

Yeah, we all want him

Yeah, we all want her

What's the word.

BIG BIRD

HEY.

NO. STOP IT.

BIG BIRD

WHAT'S WRONG?

NO.

BIG BIRD

I JUST WANT A HUG.

AGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Oh Timmy…

Fuck.

Come out come out wherever you are.

Timmy! Finnally!

Shhh!

There you are!

SHH, SHUT THE FUCK UP.

You're yelling! Not me!

THIS IS A WHISPER YELL.

Tiiiiiiimmmmmyyyyy…

Oh shit,

Shhhh. She's got a gun.

I can see that.

So shh!

You be quiet! Okay?!

SHUT-UP:

How come you come have a gun!?

I lost it, okay?

YouLOSTit?!

SHHHHHHH!

I know you're in here, Timmy.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Man what the fuck are you into.

What the fuck is this .

Apa! Yip-Yip!

*cackles*

Fuck You, Jimmy Fallon.

Jimmy.

Oh, God .

Nobody can explain this.

And you expect me to?

The FBI is investigating.

That's ridiculous

What's ridiculous is— it seems to mean something.

It means nothing.

This is a pattern.

It's some kind of code.

Look, they're trademarked.

JIMMY FALLON

So, do you think I'm in danger?

FBI

No, not at all.

CIA

You are safe.

ILLUMINATI

You're completely safe.

JIMMY FALLON

Good.

[dissappears into black hole portal]

What.

Oh no.

Lol.

Goddamnit.

Fuck.

*shrugs*

FUCK.

RedWorld

Finally, anytime I wanted to—

I could see the inside of a movie I hadn't even written yet.

Red world

So you lost it?

I mean it r pretty much just rewrites itself.

no it doesn't.

Am I. On your barometer,

Whatever that means, or

Whatever that stands for

Wyyou know what I asked for

Past four, 4 to the floor

Past four to the floor—

Four to the floor

‘Nothing was the same and yet everything was, and though I had promised myself to capture some of the sometimes ravaging thoughts with a written gesture, it had escaped me with every bit of apathy and nonchalance as it would; and it would stand to de defined that, if the thought were important enough on its own, it would come back around in due time—and that is, by the time it did indeed have to be written with intent, as not to escape from a realm of contemplation—to become an expanded and exaggerated thought, or idea—and immortalize itself into my infinite journal.

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