To this, a glitch—

A wish that I could just

Push my forehead into his chest,

I digress, though repressed sexually and interested

This sickness is just what he senses as sensual

—And I'm understanding of that.

—Purpose.

I still have four muses,

Four mouses,

No heads

A sad nd four robots

Four hoses of cards

And no forwards

Just haloy endings

That

I can't

Exactly plan yet

Fuck this planet

It appears someone has badly damaged it

No recompenses or divorce

No compared,

No doors,

And no cubords

No,

Just dead bird in a box

Covered in plaster

And a disasterous ride

With no happy ever after exactly

Just another adventure in wonderland

And wonder if perhaps

You ever could even

Know who I am

What a clever disaster

For sure this serves as serious

Let's just get this

The the rumble or the severed train above her is still somewhat of a numbing

To the other corruption under

This, too then, is a lesson unless

It just ends and let it simmer

But remember,

If it isn't in her

It'll be another

Fondant farewell,

When the dinner gets to convection temperatures in the oven,

And you're not over her

The dozens of doves and boxes of chocolate don't hold nothing to the love you have and the hand you hold

And the heart you touch,

So don't let it turn cold

Don't let it turn over and thump either

Don't let it burn

And don't let it lower into

Where you mind goes

When you consider another

And another

Over or rather

You know?

Just aim for Satan and everything's great then.

Put a cap to a cape then and everything degrades,

Fair wealth, good culture, good heart,

And all focus

It goes out the window to dance with the wolves l

Like a bowl full of nothing but meal worms,

Not oats

Look closer over your breakfast

You never know even if you can trust your own mother at four years old

But good, god, thank god for the Honor roll

Or else how else would the world know mid you were at all all worth it at all of four

And still under par,

The gold course, of course

Is all you know

Don't let it go now

When all you have

Is time in your hands

Distractions are hard handed

But actual damage?

Now, that's hard pass

You wanted a song so much

Just so the wrong world would call you up

For hurting our kind

Without ever having known what my mother named me mor why I have to change it

Or what the baby calls me

From so far north in a place calls home

But I'm still not not

So you get your rocks

Slamming the door

I'm at the rock

In my mind

Hoping for

Something better

You

Wasted

All

My

Time

Over

What!

Don't you know

How hard it is

To be anything in the world

But a pretty white slut!

What a knife in the back

What a curse on the world—

Just to start wars so it never works out

Or at the very worst

Just keeps the first one going

It doesn't get awesome

Until I For Real

Can block out the whole world

Just to upset another?

No

I came in peace

You made me anxious

Hold in my waste

At the aim of your hatred

I heart my hard earned

But now I've got nothing more

Than the scars on your over opinionated

Over offended

War cries for her justice

But only if it out does mine,

Right?

Actually,

Fuck it

I'm over it

That's all the words I'm gonna waste on this till bitch

You wanted my energy, so you stole it

But becareful of

What follows it

—you're welcome.

My license is revoked

I've forgotten long ago by now how to break stroke

And it's just a throat scratch,

A dark dive

And I'm trying to try it out a bit

But love's a bitch

And I don't really ever speak her language

I've been distant and lost in translation, and most of all

Impatient with the amount of time that it's taking

Cause I hate that guy, he's a fly in my space thst just doesn't seem to go away until they mate and lay eggs to replace them.

Ugh.

It just goes on,

It's whatever the buzz

It's just all full of lamb and the talk of the town

Is who you are now

So, how I found out?

A roundabout kick to the ass

And a fax to the mayor,

Before I realized

He seems like a complete hater, bro.

I have an eight year old,

But I haven't seen him since he was five

And I think I'm gonna die

Cause everyone's nickel and diming me

And all I happened to find

Is a single penny, so that—

Two hours of mixing,

Once cent I made—

By now he definitely hates me

And has been trained to think I'm crazy

But these days, living paycheck to oaucheck is a thankless job

And the techno snobs are responsible for the upkeep of auschwitz.

It seems like a colored woman with a dream should just

Get behind the scenes

Or a man that sees meaning in her

So this is demeaning? Is it?

Am I green, or am I greenlit— l

And I clean, or am I cleaning

Should I Charlie, or should I Sheen it?

I could admit I seen it coming but I wanted to disagree with it,

It's psychic intuition but all it is is kicking my ass

Like I'm inside or the telivison.

What's my last name!?

I'm the hat man!

Are you happy?

No, I'm sad man l!

And quite thirsty;

Is it Thursday yet

Or should I should I just get to drinking anywayy

I hate all this thinking anyway;

I miss l LA but seen it from the scenic route;

I used to sleep on the bus and the train,

But what I really want is a house

And just to be left alone,

Some grass to mow,

And some to smoke,

And a tree to grow,

Just like the one from Pocahontas

OH SHIT YO.

Why, Hello Friend!

Oh, this is where that Treepeople thing was going?

Yes!

No.

No?

No.

No why.

Cause we went broke .

Went broke what.

Trying to get you to— you know—

No,

I don't I know.

You don't know?

No? I've no idea…

Oh; that's right, you haven't got a clue.

{enter the multiverse)}

what did you do at that afterparty Stephen?!

I TOLD YOU, I DONT KNOW!!!!

What does a girl have to do to get a little attention around here?!

Here, have some liquid courage.

Liquid courage!?

Yeah!

What's in this?

oh, you know…

No, I don't….

You—

Why does it glow

Yeah, I does that!

Oh my god, it looks like one of those sparkle— lava lamps!

Oh my god, yeah, you know.

I'm not drinking that.

Doesn't seem— drinkable.

But it is— drinkable.

Just because you can put it in your mouth and swallow it doesn't make it consumable.

Oh—doesn't it?

[beat]

…You know what.

That's fair!

—it— yeah.

You walked right into thst one.

I— yeah.

So come on?

It got sparkles in it? What are these flecks.

For all you know, it's bio degradable?

Is that a gold fish at the bottom?!

If he can handle it?!

How are you alive?

The goldfish to be fair seems tmmore alive than he should, perhaps. He looks the woman directly into the eye. He seems extremely concious even.

Oh wow.

Come on!

Ok. Fine.

But what do you do with the fish when the bottle's empty?

I don't know. Never finished a bottle.

What!

Never really…though about it.

Okay?

So! Come on.

He pours a shot.

Shift changed ,

I should have made arrangements for a date at an earlier time

But really there isn't a reason or realization to it

I hate playing the game

It must have been an off day when I made it up

But that was so long ago now.

I haven't put hard thought about it,

But forgot I had further options to stop the violence than just talking about it

I missed the opportunity to photog or model

By tomorrow morning I'll be a little smaller

But still broken

If I think of any of those thoughts

My heart opens up and swallows me whole

Talk about a dilemma and not a problem

I would probably dress as such as doll

If I could afford the money

But I'm dollar for dollar

Out of dogital storage for my thoughts and performances.

You know.

So show your age, Nicki Minaj

And Migos, the flash flooding

Benito is bad Bunny,

But you gotta go with the flow of the whitewater

With the high collars and high bars

If you are so highly throughout of

To win an award

And be obsessed over

by other famous people's

Lil bitz

I told my ex I joined the army.

My gigs kept having weird shit happen. I was like “something's not right.”

I thought it was my ex trying to do oojabooja on me.

So I told him I joined the army

to try to see if the weird shit kept happening.

I told that fool I joined the army

— I didn't Say what army!

Gods army bitatch!!!

You the devil!

Stop fuckin up my shit!

It's 5 PM

I'm waking up

It's setting in

That it's a contruct

Not a curse,

But there's no cure

The demon days

The auto wars

As darkness falls upon us

The Red Dawn soon becomes us

OMG! RYAN SEACREST! Everyone forgot about you!

I–thanks! *weird smile*

Quickly! Get on the bus! We're already on our way to pick up K-FED.

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