You make me feel out of my body;

You make me feel out of my mind—

You make me feel out of this world

I feel like we've run out of time

It does get worse, you know.

What is WORSE.

The fame.

Whatever that means.

It means, at some point, the money doesn't matter.

It does matter. Cause at the end of the day you can lock yourself into a nice shiny box with nobody else to fuck you over.

But it's still a box.

Yeah, your box.

I stay offline

Fuck these motherfuckers

My time is my time

So look how filthy rich I am

Suddenly, I was constantly surrounded by toxic masculinity—starting with Luke and culminating into an all out horrible revelation—the cost of being a female, surrounded by bad weaves, fake eyelashes, and acrylic nails, the hundreds of thousands of dollars women—especially women of color, impacted by white supremacy to the extreme of buying straightened hair, hiding the locks and curls of nature, because it was presumed ugly by the man-ruled society

I popped into the stop and shop

Like put your arms up,

It's a robbery

But all I wanted was some gum

And a safe deposit box to put it in!

What?

We all make bad decisions

Bad choices

But I haven't thought bad about you just yet

Even if you're just like them

You're just like them

Music with no words,

So I can't be reminded of the hurt

And how worthless I am

And how I don't deserve you

Just tunes with no lyrics, for me, please

It's easier to listen to nothing

Than to listen to “she”

And she needs you

More than I do

Jump off the Eiffel Tower,

Just to remind you

That I fly higher next lifetime,

My idol

Don't practice idolatry

I just sit beside you and write

Look up why Lisa Vanser pump is famous

Look up nyc bartending license course/ see if there's a free program

Firefighter trainer

Lol vanderpump rules

Personal trainer cert

Ugh what else can I do for money

Lol

You can have all of em

The Annie's

The Natalie's

The can have anybody's body

But want you temporarily

For the stardom

Or the money,

Then they're off and done with ya

And I'm still wondering what's wrong with me

Cause I always wanted ya

Regardless

You smell like palo santo and shame

So you know where I've been

Deadmau5 audio engineering tricks

Put a gate on the riser

And/or

Pan the risers

I have a billion guilty pleasures

From TMZ to deadmau5

From A-Z

It's getting loud

So let me out—let me out of here

Here's a weird thing that happens.

How come some dudes wait until you fall asleep to have sex with you?

That's weird, right?

Some would call that —

Whatever it's called.

But I call it weird as fuck.

Like—

You're gonna wait until i'm all the way asleep to fuck me?

Why not ask?

—when I'm conscious!

Obviously if I'm falling asleep around you, we probably spent the entire day together or whatever- now I'm tired, I want to go to sleep.

We can't exactly call that the “r” word.

Well, it is retarded.

But the other r-word nobody likes.

We can't exactly call it that, can we? Cause it's like

Maybe I wanted to have sex-

Before I went to sleep.

But now I'm asleep!

Unless we're like actually in a relationship don't do that shit to me!

I'm asleep now! Wtf.

If you're my husband or my actual boyfriend or whatever, sure.

Then it's hot.

But if it's like the first date, or we're just hanging out or cuddling or whatever—

Don't wait until I'm literally asleep,

And then jump on top of me.

No. You fuckin creeper. That is weird.

Can't call it rape though—

Cause then rapists get mad.

And nobody likes when rapists get mad.

They won't rape you.

They'll just raise the cost of living and call it inflation.

Hm.

They'll just—

Pass a new law that makes your life harder and call it “freedom” and “justice”

Lol.

Shhh. Shut up.

I'm not worried about anyone trying to kill me

I'm a black woman.

Everyone hates us.

Even US.

Other black women are so fucked up to black women.

Nobody's going to kill me.

I'm already dead.

Residual Skrillex-

The Skrillex leftover in your head after listening to Skrillex

Man, what the fuck day is it?

Right.

Does it matter?

Nah. Nothing matter.s.

Like, at all?

Like. At all.

I had never had such horrible baby fever in my life—even trying for my son, but perhaps it was because at least then I knew I could always have one. Now, divorced and without much direction at all of how to pull myself up from the bootstraps, even though somehow micraculously I had been given the opportunity

I'd rather lemon than lavender;

I'd rather be in here than out of here

Life's Been Weird.

I've been off the map since I got here.

Where's here?

Between somewhere and nowhere's

Right between aomething and nothing.

But if nothing is the opposite of something—

What's the opposite of everything.

Couldn't be “anything”

Anything is all of it.

All of it is everything.

So, what's the opposite of Everything?

Calculating…

I've been off the map for days

Not totally off the grid;

There can't be such a thing these days.

Especially in New York City

The Big Apple

Here's the thing about an apple so big—

Some parts are rotten.

To the core?

Maybe not.

But here's something:

V.O. GOD:

Hold that thought.

BUS DRIVER

LAST STOP!

A spell starts working the moment you decide to do it—

Much in the same sense, a book can be considered read if you've already decided to read it.

It was was more than just a dream,

I fiend, I fall for you

I come to grieve,

Believe me,

Evil seeks no need—

No things, no bleeding;

Clean;

Decline to eat

And cease to be,

At least a week

{Enter The Multiverse}

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