She's REAL! I'm telling you she is.

Sweetie, I know you have had a lot going on lately, but—

I'm serious! She was sitting in the audience! She had the same glasses on and everything!

Oh, come on.

I should be meditating.

The likelyhood that I might actually be belonging into a hive mind has recently kept me from furiously masturbating.

Bad news for the helicopter making a habit of hovering outside my window.

Here's hoping she's dressed this time!

[F-f-f-f]

Nope.

Synopsis

“The child within”

A frustrated present day Drew Barrymore sees a familiar face in the audience of her hit daytime tv show—formerly thought of as her imaginary friend, from a very young age, Ms. Drew Barrymore has not seen the mysterious figure since her first major film role, after which she mysteriously disappeared— the creature, a time traveling and shapeshifting multidimentional tasked with the duty of bringing future celebrities from one realm into another—and even sometimes perhaps preventing obstacles or adversaries in their path along the way— must meet the future stars and alert them of their unique qualities, nurturing the intrinsic sense of charisma and charm that will supply value to the subject's career and lifetime achievements—

In attempting to convince a room full of New York's own fabrication of Hollywood TV People that a figure drew even thought herself to have supposedly re-emerged, she is met with judgement and dismissal, even by “her people”, during which a small piece of her spirit— “The Child Within” angrily breaks away from her adult self; in a sense, they are both invisible—as no one will seriously listen to Drew's rationalizations or theories, and reccomend more intensive mental health care and treatment—and as the child within, unseen and unheard loses her patience in the inevitable invisibility, she separates herself to presume her former mission; finding that ‘very strange lady' whom with she had beforehand seemingly adventures with timelessly.

So that's where I left off.

Pretty much—

Doesn't this lady just—

Whatever, I do have more things to do than I thought. I'll have to get back to it later.

I wrote this days ago;

I didn't write it—but I've been thinking about it, so there it is. Maybe—

Whatever. More coffee.

I've been starting my days between 6 and 8 PM with very strong cups of coffee—

Compliments of the Television people, of course.

What about that other storyline— the one where she's like a spy or something?

You mean Charlie's Angeles!

No, I mean like actual CIA.

What was she even doing?

I don't know; looking mad serious in a blazer.

Posh.

So very,

{Enter The Multiverse}

NO, BILLIE! WHYYYYYYYY!

WHYYYYYYYYYYYY.

Cause it's shark week.

WHAT THE FUCK DOES THIS HAVE TI DO WITH SHARKS?!

I Dont know yet.

I know better than to

Click a photo of you, when

I've been thinking of you

Too much

Aren't you

–At least

Curious

(To say the least, but–(

Learned enough

The first time

Second time

Third time

Fourth rung

don't care

Time's up

Problem solved

I know better

(Just a touch.)

I know better

The world is mad

I know better

Fingers crossed

I know better

I'm all alone

I know better

I know better

I heard my neck break at the end of the rope

I heard a gunshot in the distance

We all wondered

which sounded better

The rock i'm under

(A curse, or a spell?)

A blood bond ritual

An occult oath, it's

Too many simpletons,

Singletons,

scratch and sniff, motion pictures

Who art thou?

Who art I not?

Very well.

No more, if you would remain.

As I must.

And yet, I have come to end thy reign.

Very well.

Oh, again?

Oh, as always.

I've done nothing in my right to mark tirade.

Many ears.

–and many hearts.

Take mine, an honor.

Your head, i'd rather.

Say again.

I'd rather your head.

Very well.

Dismiss, you.

They are as one.

A fair right.

It's not as bad as you think.

It's worse than it was. Now there's stuff all over it.

What is this stuff?!

Don't worry about it.

There are tears.

No remains.

No remains.

None at all?

I'd rather burn than buried.

And your Kingdom?

–I'd rather burn than buried.

Or–?

Or buried than burned, but gone at all.

Gone at once.

As with this.

So it is.

It's not in the blood;

You won't find it.

–I'll find it.

Not that way.

__

GODDDAMN. YOu'RE SO DUMB.

You're so fucking–stupid.

I'm a genius.

Not for long! You're a dead man.

Your highness!

And who is this?

His highness's executioner; perhaps also yours.

On what charges?!

Dismissal at once.

On my time!

–and tell no others of this.

–and you?

Steady well in my greeting.

And how?

A lady upon a throne, not I, but still fair castel

And wages of ageless.

So it doesn't matter!

So it doesn't.

So it can't–matter

Shouldn't have to.

Somebody just kill this poor fuck already.

On it.

Oh, I get it.

It's his face.

L E G E N D S - ASCENSION

Listen, Potter; I don't know how you did this!

I don't know how I did this! I'm not Harry Potter! My name is Daniel Radcliffe, and–

This place should be spotless.

It is…spotless.

{Enter The Multiverse}

When you think you're hearing voices,

But you're actually telepathic.;

I think it's getting worse now;

I wish I was just manic

I think I need a manager;

I think I need some magic,

I think I got a half an oz

Just sitting my my backpack

That's a lot of cocaine, man.

It's not that much.

It's more than regular.

That's fair.

Way, way more.

More than usual.

I am very wasted.

Just let me touch your face

And let the age sit in

Take in the day

The cage sits in a mailbox

And it withers with my divedends,

Still, I'm writing

Heroism, hedonism

Circumstance,

Frantic as an orgasm,

And laughs just as much hard as that

I came in color

These marginal differences,

I've been levitating,

Marrying the thought of just l

Decapitating every nation.

Severed heads as one,

To stand the wicked bodies

Oaths if over oceans stand as borders

Who deserves to sail

For failures craving fortunes?

Withstand this,

I mark true—

On your duty of my decaying

Stands as justice, and still this

You haven't fortuned,

For arrogance is the truest of humor

And wit to none, wiser thinking

He is or are that may

Be stronger in the notion that

There is no other but himself!

And so I pardon!

Dear, your honor

Fight for festherwate for masterpieces

Cherished and forbaroned in the faithless,

Wise and withered none, but lying waking

Barking tides, wishes foul and ordinary;

There you wait for judgement,

And call I,

Boundless as you found her

As one,

And I say—

There, there;

There you are in marked for God,

Calls none but I, others

Seeking in the wate of judgement.

Fair and Farrows of the ache

And bound I, still now

To causing none but fortune,

Still truth waits in the ark you have tied us

To, in hundreds number

There I wait,

And there I come, still

Now in time,

You are we

And I are

Together

Not tied,

But marked as one,

As such, this now

Is where embarked

Dither will you.

Whatever the fuck that means.

Must mean something.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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