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‘The equilateral triangle should always be centered.'
—use that vocal trick from compli—sometimes things get whatever
//
What's he reading?
Architecture?
‘Oh; that dude's fancy.'
Interior design?
Classy.
He's sexy.
That dude's fancy.
lol wtf is in my Amazon cart right now?
Uh—
Some yoga mats
Kettlebells
A record player that looks like a gramaphone
A Pilates machine
A peloton
Uhm
Frozen berries.
When did you become a ghost?
—I guess— I always was one.
This is wrong.
There must be a mistake.
You and I both know,
There are no mistakes
Made by us.
This is dangerous.
That, you are correct about, dear boy.
However,
The only one here mistaken,
Is you.
Oh God,
If I fall back into this dream again
Who knows how long it might be
Until I come out.
—or if you come out at all.
The pressure points
Besides my veins,
Or arteries,
For scientific purposes
Targets for thumb marks,
Thimbles and razorblazes
Misfortune to have found
Such a pain only grows,
Out of homeless,
And then once housed,
A lack of love from others
I've an entire cast of antiques
In the back of my mind,
Behind me, Manhattan
The coffee has cooled
And yet nothing such starts
Until I've gone and bulleted
All the sins of the father
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
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THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©
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-Ū.
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
a golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into
Fuck, what the fuck happened after that
Idk I got off the train I guess
This is really terribly written
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
That thing that you wanted is waiting.
Which thing?
Love?
Money?
Fame?
Power?
Protection?
Safety?
Wealth?
…Cream of Wheat?
Cream of wheat?
…it's probably cream of wheat.
{Enter The Multiverse}
…did you mean to do this?
Nobody ever really means to do this.
[The Festival Project ™ ]
By CCS Stone‘The equilateral triangle should always be centered.'
—use that vocal trick from compli—sometimes things get whatever
//
What's he reading?
Architecture?
‘Oh; that dude's fancy.'
Interior design?
Classy.
He's sexy.
That dude's fancy.
lol wtf is in my Amazon cart right now?
Uh—
Some yoga mats
Kettlebells
A record player that looks like a gramaphone
A Pilates machine
A peloton
Uhm
Frozen berries.
When did you become a ghost?
—I guess— I always was one.
This is wrong.
There must be a mistake.
You and I both know,
There are no mistakes
Made by us.
This is dangerous.
That, you are correct about, dear boy.
However,
The only one here mistaken,
Is you.
Oh God,
If I fall back into this dream again
Who knows how long it might be
Until I come out.
—or if you come out at all.
The pressure points
Besides my veins,
Or arteries,
For scientific purposes
Targets for thumb marks,
Thimbles and razorblazes
Misfortune to have found
Such a pain only grows,
Out of homeless,
And then once housed,
A lack of love from others
I've an entire cast of antiques
In the back of my mind,
Behind me, Manhattan
The coffee has cooled
And yet nothing such starts
Until I've gone and bulleted
All the sins of the father
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 |
THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
{Enter The Multiverse}
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2024
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
a golden pocket watch, a wrist watch, a compass–it changes and morphs so quickly that it begins to seem to spin time itself into a whirlwind, until finally a portal opens up from within his hand–a portal which quickly devours him entirely, morphing him into
Fuck, what the fuck happened after that
Idk I got off the train I guess
This is really terribly written
[The Festival Project.™]
COPYRIGHT © THE FESTIVAL PROJECT 2019-2024 | THE COMPLEX COLLECTIVE. ©
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. ©
-Ū.
That thing that you wanted is waiting.
Which thing?
Love?
Money?
Fame?
Power?
Protection?
Safety?
Wealth?
…Cream of Wheat?
Cream of wheat?
…it's probably cream of wheat.
{Enter The Multiverse}
…did you mean to do this?
Nobody ever really means to do this.
[The Festival Project ™ ]