Suddenly, I was warm all over—I looked around the room for a heating vent or whatever air duct might be responsible—there was nothing; it seemed to be coming from me. I was radiating all of a sudden, but unlike any way I had before…I wasn't happy at all, I'm fact, I was irritated, standing in the lobby of the women's shelter, already having jumped two trains and a bus from Brooklyn to The Bronx, and still needed to return back for my things. Some of which weren't even allowed in the facility, my turntables included, and…

Every single woman who had entered the the unit in the time I had been in the entryway was black, as well as the workers, he pecking in harsh new work accents that not even the hypnotic sounds of progressive house could seem to soothe, nor could anything else. I had chosen obstinately not to be so much Kike my mother that it had landed me here—not that an attempt to have become her hadn't, my broken body mind and soul more easily discarded rfabbm mixt, at least by my standards. And still, while I hadn't seen the inside at all, I had spent the better part of the month I gad been trapped in New York training for whatever war it was we were all supposedly on the brink of—and there had to have been one, as no matter he fat I seemed to push it for no my mind the divides between us all, I was being constantly reminded, the bitter and pungent taste of the cruel winter still sparsely on the tip of my tongue, and at the gap of my teeth, a reminder that perfection was merely a stones throw away, a leap in bounds to, over. or off of the arches off success—whatever made sense, or came first.

Why are you writing in ‘Johnny Dell's voice?

Because, he's a good narrerator.

Johnny Depo narroratoed my book?

THE DEVIL

If you ever finish it

CC

I'll finish it.

SUPACREE

What is “if”?

Lil biiiitzzz

Is it weird that I'm still mad at Jay z for cheating on Beyonce?

No?!I know I'm not the only one!

How weird is that.

They're like Jay Z!

I'm like

Ah.

They're like m

Beyoncé

I'm like YAAAAAAAS!

They're like,

Rihanna

I'm like,

Ah.

Is it strange that beyoncè can forgive Jay z but I can't?

That's weird, right?

That's weird.

He spun the stars upon the wall,

—Like scattered glasses they shattered

Just to see my eyes in love,

I laughed…

and gasped at this fantastic,

Grandiose establishment of circumstance

And wondered what would happen next

But couldn't seem to grasp

The Heavens' plans

{Enter The Multiverse}

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