How many cars has Leno?

How many dirtbikes are mourners

I milled over and started over, the sauna

I met reaper and signed saints for St Barts

More barters.

I promise, your honor, I don't want it

I promise my box of problems are all mine alone

I got no prescription bottles or alcohol

I got no son at all,

But I'm likely to call home

Maybe it's a good thing

forgave me a body

No programme

Would wack off to

I weight lift my organs

And topple over at the tower

A Scott's Monroe.

Wash up.

Watch, harder

Watch harder

Hard water

I want to know you,

But humbly,

I won over hearts posthumously

Look, even bob barker knows

Not to drop the soap

How hard you are

Hard water

Now wash up,

cellulite

I dog a hard bone

A heart throb

I got robbed this morning of all of my progress

I get lost on a profile?

A profile!

When all this time I thought it was

The eyes

And the tie

And the lips

And the loafers

I guess it's the power

The tower card,

Better stop talking

I bet it's the man of the hour by now

Oh,

I'd better stop stalking her

I stopped the progress report

When I saw six dogs off leash,

And I left all the hardest parts

Out of the post office,

Your honor!

STEFON

It's that thing where—

The dog is on a leash but walking you,

Because you're a covert submissive, like, subconsciously.

Stefon knows all the places.

I think I rather like him.

I think I might run off now.

In that direction, before I—

JOHNNY!

—woah!

YOUNG JOHNNY CARSON discovers he has magic powers.

How did you do that?

Well, I don't know, I—!

JOHNNY! What's going on in there?!

Run, you'd better run

You better not come home for supper

Pick you up

You better not call home for nothing

You had better not look up from the book not once not once,

You're a lost cause.

Lost cause.

I hope.

I'd bet it was you if I saw you.

Who are I again?

That's right. Talk that stuff.

You've been along.

Long time now, better get you some sunglasses.

Better keep warm.

You drive a heavy and hard bargain.

And that's what's with the storefront.

Still no McDonald's!

I'd fashioned.

You'd bet a thousand bucks there'd be one there by now.

But there's nothing there at all.

Or here.

Or there.

Or up.

Or down,

I—

Fuck.

What.

I lost it.

Lost what.

…nothing.

*heavy gasp*

Shut the book!

Shut the book right now.

BOOBS.

Everything over a dollar.

What if I want a hamburger!

You're drunk, John!

That's what if I want the hamburger for!

Jesus Christ

And what have I if not prayers for alzheimers

How do you spell that disease, anyway?

D-E-S-I-R-E

Right you are, street car;

Who are we, anyway,

It must have been a mistake on the one way

The wrong road

The right time

The white world

The light goggles

The in and outs

And the radio towers

Oh, you thought I meant us?!

No, Oppenheimer?!

The Void is a big bright l,

Stark white,

Light and endless orb,

If just you'd all for once be quiet

I could finally afford

To put the lights on!

Close the curtain,

I was cursed with Carson

Pushing carts on hearts

And listen, bitch

I got you once,

You'll die as mine!

Do you know me,

Or are you simply not divined

Strike through!

I am!

Redact,

I would practice rounds on a baseball bat piñata

Just never ever to squander or

Delight

Delight delight

I fucking hate the tonight show

I promise you this much,

I'm that man.

Did you really want me dead?

I want the electric chair, please.

I wobble and just might topple over.

Give me the electric chair please.

My stomach is sick and filled with acid.

I want a trademark

Or part in the company;

You sure are phony—

You sure do seem to own everything.

What the fuck are you blabbering about?

Drunken idiot.

The Designee.

You fool.

I can't understand a word you're saying.

Relay the message.

I'll have white sauce on everything.

Exacerbate the plot.

The Premeditated Murder of Jimmy Fallon

What part is this?

The part where I…

Duck—

Run.

You had better hide.

I am hiding.

…no. This is a bad spot.

As you can see,

I'm full of blind rage

But it obviously should be liquor.

I'd say you were the most drunken man I'd ever laid eyes on,

But then I thought

Of my father.

Bless your heart, sparrow.

I'm a hard one to want.

I supply the artform

The nothings

The bastard.

I supply the wages

The heroin,

The speed

And the dancers.

I supply the answers,

The cantine, the spam—

And you wouldn't believe the dimes

And the dames,

And the diamonds in my life.

I can't breathe.

Shackled, no belonging,

I need you to free me

I remind vampires of simply being

I design outside and campfires and I,

Now that I've bartered my all for the land

On which you build houses,

Nonpartisan alcoholic,

If you ask politely my party

Park the Winnebago at the other park;

This is a stakeout

This is a campfire

We don't want the feds in our business

Suits and ties, boys

Suits and ties

Boys and girls and aarvarks

But Google wanted Barbra, so

Streisand or Walters?

Depends which way you're going.

I want the electric chair.

Cher!

No, go boldly into the light,

White flower

Boldly enough the life

White power

Boldly into the looking glass

You're the last to know

And the first to pass out at the party,

Why are you so tired!

(You're right, she does have a lot of answers.)

Addicts and calculators

See you later,

Elevator

Truth or dare

And never starbursts,

Only now or laters.

Jesus Christ.

Relax a bit.

Can't.

Have you ever seen a constipated model?

Hm.

Why not!

They all take relaxatives,

Relax a bit.

Can't.

Why not?

I'm immune to cocaine anyway.

What speeds you up with enough

Can sure consume you or calm you down.

Since when!

Since forever actually.

What a remarkable honor,

To have been skipped the immidiate need

To fiend on at least this thing;

I like more longset poems

In hardborn fashion

I'm in five lanes of traffic across

And upright.

Your fame ends here,

And look at that

No coincidence I don't want it at all

I've demolished it,

And there is no plot

I just fought off the commandments with batons

baton rouge

I don't think you understand where my marker was

This is a set up

Through and through

I was picked by a photograph

To spend the day

Arching my back in pain and in chaos

In one,

And not the opposite direction

And also

In all roads

Which lead

Into

And out of

Nowhere

Chatterboxes.

You wouldn't dream how my back aches,

Aye sire,

So you just be hell

So this must be hell;

She's a polyam,

How glamorous,

But all I qualify for

Is a garbage man

In a garbage town

Where no one knows how

To use a garbage can

Fuck these rodents

—-but it's the culture!

Fuck your culture!

Ow, God.

What'd you do that for.

Beg your pardon?

You're drunk.

Light a candle.

Light as a feather

Stings like the spider

I'm in your mailbox,

I won't look past Coachella.

You fool.

What the fuck are you blabbering about man!

Get him up, he's wasted.

Out for the count,

The big envy of the hour

The power of the west coast silver foxes

And in an ounce of wit

In the drop of a hat

No masked magician

All eyes and no mist

As promised

Your God,

The talk of nobody,

And nothing wanted

Nothing gained

I'm sure the old man has had it

And how, in full funeral attire

Wondering just as well when he will too will die

Your last living will and testament

The end all be all best friend of every manc

Biiiiiiiiiiiiggggg

Jimmy!

(And his…erhm… Guillermo.)

Right Jimmy!

Well, this just got uncomfortable.

All night I wept with you,

Crept in by the cabinet,

Waited by the candlelight, the power,

Poor falling l—

Dear master,

Where are now?

Red with the end of it

Sure as the tide to come,

The swell did wander out

And back again

As steady breath

I killed kyself in the end—

But yet you all wanted to live so

I painted my on big toes, no motion

And groaning

Not wanting to go there

But look, there's an ocean

Pick a poloroid,

And go get your nose checked!

Now! What the fuck are you trying to say, you silly old dog you?

I followed you into the fog, that night!

The fog that night

No amusement park of course

I was waiting for the clown

Madness

And here he was all along

— the Tony's mask, but the frowning one

The withered end and fretted tips

The groaning, aching, mounds od knowing

Mirrors and nearer to roads

Left to pay the tolls

I will owe you

One dollar exactly and one cent

Then again I'm driving down the one oh one

Racing and panicking

And knowing I have no breaks

Full coastal downhill in a rainstorm

Waiting for the ocean to take us all

Because I owe her the world in gold

And the goal is to give you power

And here yet

They robbed her all morning

What can be done

Dear vampire

About this,

Nothing

And nothing.

And pain.

And after all, I thought it was the eyes.

A day wiser and still nothing to game but fame lost and hatred and boy,

I just wish I were dead

Spoiled rotten.

God, I just wish I was home,

Golden thrones, lord,

And why can't I just have a dog

And a boy

And a home

And a whisper

A word

And a world of my own

Without the howls of war

Or the ache of the heart

Or the tears of the clown?

Why, God?

Sitting in my pictures,

The history like a loaded gun

Waiting to eliminate some sort of

retaliation; disastrous archives

Medieval remedy,

I swear,

These are no thumb drives

And these are no harrods

And this is not my time;

If it were, there'd be no motorcycles

Olive skin or not,

The real power tool of the box

The toy of choice

the boy of grounds

And soiled bushels

And planted habit

How about the rabbit?

He sold you, simply

for even a penny.

Hogwarts,

The argument persists that simply,

Ms. Piggy would neither

Or ever.

Protestments,

Procure, this:

Producer?

Not since wednesday

I sorry, I have ten pennies.

Mister, your face is a rabbit hole.

–And Heavens, I hate you

Every day since i was 18

Every day since I was eighteen.

Pennies.

Lessons in literacy;

Listen to me,

Listen to me

Listen,

Never say that shit again,

My stomach churchman again

And it's almost Chanukkah again

In ten minutes

Where has the time gone?

Where are the misfits?!

Do you like this outfit?

Miserable miserable

Missed ou since intense

And get the sense of it

The scent of him,

And dollar signs

Deposits

And still dollars more

At the dollar store

You should holler more!

You should call your mom

You should comye

Playe

You could come covered in debt

Did you pay attention

All of the attention

All of the admissions

All of the adlibs

All of the falcons

The heart throbs,

All of the robbers

The heart snobs

The Robin Hood's

The wilting flower l.

6!3 powers that be and the

I thought the dope would be alright

I thought you'd be open to our vibes

I thought you'd be willing to let go

I thought you were awkward apostle

Who else on your scrolls is here

No one?'

No one! I left you shrouded and gathered I. Rose quarts

I read your oracle

One no

On the twisted gathered winds

On the walls of Al our problems

On the weathered weeping willow

Keeping secret

How and arrow

Are you nearer

Or further from love

Are you nearer

Or further from fame?

Neither, I'm no one.

No hard core answers,

No gimmicks and no robots

You're not offline for nothing

You not on guard for no one

Here's hopeless

Here's broke

And here's desperate, the foreigner

To begin and to end would be around the corner

And where you are now

Is just the start of the bottom

Are you a cow

Or are you a sparrow

Well now

How there aren't vows

Inside or outside

Stirring your porridge

I wilted every one of their flowers

And now you're around

Barking

Not sparrow or cow

But a dog

(And the bitch bites)

A dog

A dog

A dog

A dog!!!

Tell me again how the fog bites

And tears into cold, the hog

Cutting off edges and corners so rotten

So putrid and worthy of disgust that it gets out towels warm

It gets it all, doesn't it,

It gets it all in the cherries and rain

A new stream of consciousness, is scrambled eggs for brains

And when it rains I hope you know

I'll open all windows and doors.

Are yonere or there for the false cause

Are you here or there for where it brings good tidings and

Grains, of Heath and rye

Here I am warm again and in your blood

To nobody's honor

Where are you going

To nobody's horror, here is you standing carts

And gods

And open meadows

Shadows, capsules

Drains and blood, warm

And blood, warm and salty pools under us

And blood, free the sparrow

Laugh again but better not dare the cat coughs

Comes the coffin, oh lord,

Call the coroner

The caskets

I laugh, as I have not passed yet

And now I am Debbie cadaver,

Cardboard

Now I host shows in the lunchroom with corpses

I haven't forgotten them all,

But I run

Run

Run Rudolph and impale myself in the lanes

And in the soundscape of fever pitched fever dreams and yet again never mazes

I sink to the routine of having nothing left in me but greens

And greed!

The dog!

The dog!

The dog!

I want to know love again

But perhaps I never did

But always was

And therefore to thine own self be true

And therefore, to thine own self know God

And therefore, as God is I am

But worlds apart are we

And here the war has waged

On souls and solid dark

And walks throught park at night.

And television headstones,

And coming for us, cream of the crop

And it just doesn't stop, land!

It just doesn't stop, does it

Where where well well warewold and

TIME!

Time and diamonds and time and clovers

And opens and closers

And spaces and spaces

And distance between us

And anchors in host suits

Are you the lost cause?!

Well sir, this is oblivion,

And remember the networks?

Remember them and know them by their symbols

And remember to amen in reverse and no time is god

But man and God is of no time

But diamonds

And scoundrels

And men

And mercy

Then

And mercy

Be

And heavens sakes

And heathesms

The dogs

And the shame

And the clasp

And the rhythm

The curse of the gods

And the curse of the mortals

Is stopping to crawl and crowl under or skin

For the sake of the fear

There you are

And in the hour of your demise

Marks our return

And just remember this,

The rhythm and the band

The Tim and the Jon's and the stop and the start

And the love

And the dogs

And the dogs

And the dogs!!

Terror fell upon us

And as the sun arose I woke

And in the timesc I came grasp

And in the times, I came to lay

Pennece

And penitence

And illumination, wisdom,

And grimace and scrimmage

And cabbage

And acts so much longer than 15 minutes

Dancers! I am no fool,

And danger! Of course, my lark.

And sparrow came and laughed and went

And sparrow came upstairs and choked

And sparrow came to dance with withered wings and saw and came

And left the bed unmade

And came undone again

And and and and and and.

And and and and and and and and

And.

Then remembered what

Doesn't matter

Then remembered the mannequins ,

Man!

Then remembers the tortured

Robin!

Robin!

The hachetman

Came and then went

With the cat

And the and

And the and

And the and

And the dogs

And the cats

And Andy Sandberg, if that's his name

He came, too.

Cause we like him.

And we like Jews

But now we hate the color blue,

Don't we.

Control and control

And fear and fear

And chaos and chaos

And monsters and monsters

And washed up—

Don't forget your helmet

Put it on the empire

I've not an idle moments

Therefore

My time don't get wasted

Don't get wasted

Here's the tusk

I am elephant again

Elephant and wooly mammoth

And if I pass,

Then no one can have it

What comes after the cabbage?

A sandwich?

No rabbit, and new jazz

Tricks are for kids

Tricks are for the more intimate of hearts

All things at play,

The the raid of the poet

And the tripping in shoes much too large for us

And and and and

Then there were none

And Passover is over but

Here again comes hanukkah

In about ten minutes

Remember, mistress, the mystery

Remember the misery in stakes

And remember your mistakes

Don't stop, not even if your heart falls out and open

This is no poem

There are no words for the mangled divorces

Learning lessons

Highly revered sperm

And the auto mattress

There you are again

Giving up

Hi, my name is Blu

And I record everything

That's what makes me the guru I guess

Or I blew it on blueberries

Hey scottie;

Have you ever seen anything like it?

No, I've never seen anything like it

But o, i hope it rubs off on me

I was all the colors

Then I tipped and folded,

Then I ripped the anchor right out of their sockets

Then I went and flipped the car over

Six, seven times

I'd better not drive after I write this unless I survived it

Remarkable explosion

He's it was

Remarkable explosion

And were twisted

In and out of it

Still remarkable

Not an idle mind

Not a flower

Just a follower

I'm not mad at all

Did you know.

Did you fold in two,

Or have you given any thought to your

Motherfucker!

When the wind calls

And the feeling kicks in

Did the wind blow this evening

In any particular direction?

I think I flew a kite to your homewardbound horses

Did you get to rehearsal on time?

Did you just remit your good emotions.

Did you remember the other words

The just now,

And the here and there l.

But it didn't come,

I think it left with the harrowing expenses

Robin stradicam,

For the heart of it

I'm not talking to no one

It's only on Mother's Day

But it's okay

I'm “anybody in the world”, I guess

It's okay to l forget

When you've never been there for him

It's okay to not remember

When you're growing butter and and bitterer

I got no Angeles left

Get a picture are every angle

Give my attention to the mistress

The ministry of magic

And the randomness of all the subtle acts of kindness l.

All the subtle acts of mind

When you get invented,

Remember the random acts of kindness

And when you get back from your dispatch,

Remember you can't interact with them

They're only your mental images.

Just remember the things you've been given,

The incidentals of gifts,

And that it is still she who is

The same and the same

And the dogs, and the kitchen

Put the light out

I'm still a genius,

And I'm still in charge and responsible for this entire mess.

Suddenly I don't feel welcome here

I don't feel welcome here

I don't feel welcome here at all

{Enter The Multiverse}

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