Last night I slept totally in the nide;

Of course, leave it to good old fashioned good timing-/—

The return of the hellicoopyer, and whatever's at stake with it

No time to breathe, I'm having a spiritual experience on the cycle bike

No time to lose—

That's right. About face

Walk away

It's central intelligence

Too much sweat in my palms

To use my palm pillow?

Hi god

I love you

God knows my timing,

Lord know me well

Don't tell me it's a writing assignment

Really, yo

I'm just here to spectate

LETS GO! LETS GO!!! If you're not early, you're LATE!

Okay, okay.

Make my bed, wash the dishes.

2X202-ST5, Aphex Twin

Either way, it's a put of snakes

Either way it's a den of wolves

Either way it's a rat race, on my way somewhere else,

I don't know how to go under the radar.

You look ridiculous.

Good.

Are you sure this is the right place and time.

I'm pretty sure that's my eye, up there.

CBS Television Studios( New York City.

Jesus, oh,

Jesus Christ—

Just for the ride;

I asked nicely—

…are the police here.

No.

Okay. Thx.

Terminate, terminate—

Hesitate a little.

Turn your head around, a mate

A million, a mile a minute

Temper, temper

Remember your severance

Remember you made it

Remember the parade and what day it's on

Who makes up holidays anyway?

Banks.

Cool it, on your woodwind, would you

Smells like barbeque,

And I called it

Forget to light a candle

Summer winds, summer winds

With your blood on the ceiling

Remember who it is when you get there

Hit me one more time

Like the nightmare—

Way up high I guess;

Way less impressive, your crucifix

I don't trust nobody with two first names, son

So let's try the one

With a traditionally masculine.

So let's,

So let's.

Let's try the brown eyes on next, shall we.

I like these.

Same as.

Wonderful, really.

What's next.

Hands, I think.

Eyes, and then hands

Ryes, and then hands,

Eyes, and then hands

Would you get the fuck off of me?

I'm. Going to pay my tithes early

Get the fuck away from me, you absolutely inferior rodent.

At least I'm cognoscenti.

I'll actually fucking kill you,

And if you come back,

I'll kill you again.

Damn, I almost wish I was a lesbian.

Nothing?

Nothing yet.

GODDAMIT.

What. What do you actually want from me?

I told you don't be late.

What the fuck are you wearing!?

Progress.

Ough!

—and jewel tones.

The fact that I'm not wearing makeup,

Could easily be hidden,

With larger frames,

And a little less giving a fuck

About fashion instinct,

And intensity

The ce el.followed me all the way to the L train;

Don't bother me none;

She needs somebody,

And all I need is a one hour slot,

On Comedy Central.

Somebody get this robot out of my peripheral.

Somebody get the paramedic stat!

What happened!?

He thought it was payday and it's actually next week!

911– what's your emergency!

Quit playing with me.

Always look at the way it matters less

When you lay attention to the face, and the stance—

And it matters why she's mad at me, when after all these years, after all

The veil has been lifted, but the mask hasn't

And I just happened to make way to the goddamned

Goddammit

The mansion.

So they said they'd give you a million dollars, just to—

Yeah.

What'd you—

No.

You didn't.

No.

You thought I would?

Are you ready for wisdom and witches

And wishes galore?

Not yet.

I asked for a prayer and

“You're pitiful”

—proud as pitaya,

But I prefer Açaí,

And after all

Either one or the other is better than pina colada

But of course, I'll take it

If the other refreshments

Are unavailable

What the fuck is that in reference to?

Nothing, probably

Let's just be honest,

I'm not getting In anywhere dressed like this in LA;

Which is why I did it—

And brought an extra set of clothes just in case

Click my heels, two times

Who farted.

It's the subway;

Pick any three people, and you'd probably be right

This is hilarious.

I ride the subway to Manhattan around lunch time, and it was mostly just—

White people on vacation.

lol

lol

Here's the trumpeter counting his money;

Here's hoping he plays something

Conveniently losing my cash .

Means he's missing a dollar

The way to the market makes subway trains unbearable,

Which could only mean one thing l—

Getawayfromme.

Sing it!

I'm intolerably horny most the time,

And that counts anytime between now and forever

So the Jptown a it is.

As the train rolled slowly into Columbus circle, I started to get that feeling again— the same feeling I had the other night on the way to the comedy club, as if I was about to go on stage. I wasn't, and this, if anything was more of a consumer experience mainly meant for my entertainment, but still, I had butterflies— and there was no reason for them besides not having had any water— I wanted to make sure I had no need to run off to the restroom, either on the way, or during the taping , and—

If anything.

SOME BACKGROUND MUSIC!!

Congratulations, you actually made it somewhere—

Anywhere in New York City,

On time.

..:I was on time to my stand up show.

Exactly.

MWAHAHAHHA!!!!!

At least you laugh like a real villain, bro.

I don't know what what's in reference to—

Me neither.

Now where was I…?

Thank you.

Everywhere in New York City is exactly one hour away.

Even in midtown—

Even in midtown.

I told you they're all the devil.

That's kind of incredible.

Or god Liz

Or, it's one in the same l.

I might not ever make it on television—

Even the assistant is gorgeous,

(And majors in engineering)

Somebody tell me why it's 100 degrees in fucking October!

Global warming! I told you already l!

What about the ice caps?!

I TOLD YOU THEY MELTED!!!!

Then again,

Really kid— five o clock shadow at 1:48 in the afternoon.

This is Telivision.

It's a little ridiculous—

Whose kid is this?

If nobody claims him, I'll take that instead of lunch.

How were you planning on lunch with it your wallet?

I wasn't—

But suddenly i'm hungry…

Shut up!

I used to get paid for this.

I still do; watch this.

I just realized, that

I'm not having a good time

I am method, so just— try to remember that.

Where did the husbands come from? I was just in a room full of women—

Now where am I?

Remember the portals, and remember the

Tenements, tenements—

Tenements, tenements!?

Old New York.

What the fuck ever.

Omg is the lady behind me possibly pregnant—

And if she is she's keeping it—

But she doesn't see herself being with the guy—

“He's kind of affermenante”

What?

“He doesn't have that like, Charisma”

I told you I still can get paid for this.

Appearances, appearances,

Charisma, Charisma

So— its voice activated—

And then once so many cell phones like,

Detect my voice, a small signal is sent to that phone

To make them start coughing.

We can only assume that what is happening?

Almost no one was coughing

Until the banter in the bathroom

I love this demographic of demigogs

And badic bitches

And tenements

And tenements

In intimate settings—

OLD NEW YORK.

How old

Well, there are the tenements.

We never really grow up, so we?

We never really show out—

Goes to show for sure I am indeed a God;

For as soon as I walk in—

They all start coughing.

Where did the husbands come from?!

This was, I promise you, an entire room full of women.

THERE HE IS. GET HIM.

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN!

But—I didn't do anything!

GO!

Multiple steps in the directions of the Gods;

Nothing to lose, but getting lost

In the buildings and the tabletops

The shadows of the others;

Supposedly blocked into our time

Blacklisted in hesitation that I could

One day

Very nearly and dearly

Wish for something other than the best for

Everyone involved,

However I say no,

For one million dollars only is a very small sum

In accordance to the torture and disorder in the chaos I've come on here

And here it is

;

Again,

Something to live for

Something to love by

Something it get into go for it,

There was nothing other than the storm to come

And yet

A pool of course,

You wanted full force for under

The wind blows south

And gone so deep under the water,

There's no terror system!

Here it is!

All are actors,

The world is a stage and yet,

You fear it

There's no conforming,

Just admittance

I came to get the app with the DJ's jumping off boats

That's it.

That's it. That's what I came for.

Move still!

Be you mad!

I am mad, and envious of thee here, knowing not what I know and—

Doing nothing in the midsts of my heartache,

None glory being this, knoelege and yet

Without wisdom

The feeling of teeth sinking in,

Hind legs ready to run,

Water under no northern skies,

But droughted—

And mine, the thought of l weary skin

The keeping of

Times

Times

Times

Tenements

Times,

Times, times- a

Tenements

Times, times times

Percius, be you still?

Still I wait.

No honor.

No judgement, mine is.

There was no gain;

There was no wise knowledge

There was no wise for wisdom

The times here

The times here

And even when you want to stop recording

Turn your phones off—

Even when you want to stop

You keep rolling until the very last

The very last

The very last minute.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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