She's a practical genius-

An actual genius, they say,

—but she'll never believe it.

There's no more star struck

Clouds strung together

With bruises

All the lies and all the lairs

The layers of cake

For birthdays missed

A Christmas present,

In lessons learned

The Devil wishes

For her to suffer

Surely, she'll come around at some point

But today, of course

To her dismay,

It's just attention deficit

And jelly fishing

Was the straight jacket really necessary?

You said you were going to kill everybody.

I was Skrillex!

Sure you were.

Silence, children

I'd rather than to kill you

Have to feed you forever,

From my breast and my loins

A sour milk gon totten

Than to give you all

To Television dinners

And seat you at Tom's Restaurant

In the smoker's section

Rather now I die and here

Than go on knowing

I may never know my whole God again,

God

Thereby and there I go,

Open and world over closer

They simply shouldn't bother

With such fragile and delicate a flower

That she truly has

Become carnivorous

There, now children

I shall feed you from the fertile soil

Of another world.

Not forgotten, but hidden from forsaken

Shallow souls of pestering man animals

The shallow souls of man animals

To seed the sigh of senders promise

Never worth fortold by nature

Never less the sounds of science

Never less control of masses

The masters in distress,

The makers of madness

The masters of distress

The makers of madness

The makers of chaos

Worth, running

For, follow

Tear, sacred

Tears, sacred

Take her

Take her

Again to the way now

Take her

Take her

Again to the fortress

Take her

Take her again to the world now

For even in a pit of snakes,

A wolf is bitten

For even in a tank of sharks, the ocean

The lion would never triumph

Take her,

Take her again to the fortress

Take her again to the world now

Take her, take her to forests and fire

Take her again to betrothed, nature

Nature

Nature

Fall short shadow, will you

Will call it

The one who comes

Is also myself!

O, lord!

The one who calls

Is also myself

Oh, My Gos

The one who wakes,

Is also my self

No, God,

Foreshadow my mark

Foreshadow this kindness unto man,

My shadow hath quaked in the dusk

Lurking in all the, mine crevices

Mine shadows,

Mine evils,

Mine darkness,

Mine envy

My death

Falling under water,

Here I am breathing in

The deep of salt,

The dault of man

The dusk and dawn

The fortress

Wait here, dear shadow,

For I must creep low to supply you with light

Wait here, dear captor

The world you have burned from our kindle

Wait here, dear mountain

For many years from now,

You too shall again be the ocean floor

Hear now, dear birds

The words of our feathers,

With hands that made wings,

And voices of songs,

You were born

Wait here, dear shadow—

For I am making you heat to nourish

Wait here, dear shadow,

For I must lurk and creep low

To supply you

Wait here, my dear shadow,

For truth is only in essence,

Your eyes now

Wait here, my dear captor

For shadows have waited much longer

I pray you

Every fucking Friday!

I almost skipped today, you know—

Just as I realized

The Devil would attack at the moment

I might have anointed my arrival

To the oncoming

And the devil is mine again

As he has no power at all

But my own

Control your wits, captain!

CONTROL MY WHAT?!

There's a storm a foot and we're at the helm of it!

I'M AT THE HELM OF IT!

AYE! AND WE!

I'M THE CAPTAIN!

AS I SAID, CONTROL YOUR WITS!

WHO'RE YE YELLING AT?!

[lightning strikes closely as the waves begin to tower aside the ship— thunder rumbles.]

{Enter The Multiverse}

Oh My, God—Tina Fey! Hi!

I—uh—yeah.

It's so nice to finally meet you.

Hm.

I—I was the hot water heater in your book!

what's that supposed to mean.

Did I read it.

Working on it.

Am I in it?!

Why would you be?

I don't know! Am I?

Just— give me a few—

How long is that?! What's a few?!

How about a montage?

CUT TO:

THESE BOOTS ARE MADE FOR WALKEN.

And that's—JUST—what they'll DO!

And—

One of these—days—

These boots—

Are gonna WALKEN

Ova U.

Nancy Sinatra is still f#cking weird.

I must admit, i feel personally attacked.

OH, GOD.

OH NO.

This is certainly the thing you do not want,

When trying to erase someone entirely from existence.

Or at the very least…

Jesus fucking Christ.

…thinking about something in any sort of way.

This.

…and again.

Is most certainly what you don't want.

My walls are closing in,

full figured artifact of closure,

And infact I exaggerated the fact of circumstance

Because I had to

Because I had to

What, am I on in the other room?

Supersonic as we all were,

By the millions and by the numbers

The simple heart attack was won,

The hearty breakfast,

Stripes were earned

And not a one tear shed after

–but my head hurts

But my head hurts.

You started it.

I did not; but I most certainly will finish it.

Quiet, they're coming.

Quiet the children;

Ready the talleys,

Count all the votes,

And stable your alters;

Didn't I warn you?

(I warned her!)

Didn't I warn you?

(I was warned)

Didn't I warn you?

(Why didn't you warn us?)

Cause I wanted to

I wanted to

I wanted to hurt you.

Well–dammit!

What. what happened?

#villain battle

I can't kill you.

What? Why not?

It's–it's in my contract.

lol damn what kind of contract did this dude sign?

Lol idk tho.

This could be progressive,

But instead it's cynical

A wizard and a mystic

should make some interesting kids, though

Another lesson timber, timbre all the violnisits

And the brass section is fascinating,

Rather–0

More percussion

DId you mean this?

I meant everything I ever

*sneezing*

*DIDN'T*

Say.

Gazuntite.

Daggers and daggers and

Daggers and

I'm sorry what happened to your mailbox;

And your mascot.

I got ass, God.

I told you.

Now, what?

Be strong.

Okay. I'm strong.

Cause here they come.

Here they come what?

[The lust monkeys enter rapidly.]

Ah, God. The lust monkeys.

The lust monkeys.

The lust monkeys!

Dammit!

Why can't it ever be like,

The trust-fund monkeys.

(Sometimes it is.)

I feel sick to my stomach,

And made of straw;

Hey scarecrow–

Comeback to the Wizard of Oz

Hey, scarecrow–

Come back to the Wizard of Oz

Hey scarecrow–

Come back to The Wizard of Oz

The sun don't shine on

Anywhere else

Like it shines on california

–it shines on California,

Los Angeles

DAMN. LOOK AT LOS ANGELES DUSTY ASS.

DAMN.

LOS ANGELES?

…what ? yeah!

LOS ANGELES! GET YO' DUSTY ASS OVER HERE.

Look at the starlit purple sky;

Always follow your mother's advice

Water is boiling, toil and strife;

Follow your mother's advice

Standing on the Rock, Aretha Franklin

Don't you know I missed

All the good years

Cause someone hates me

Cause someone hates me

Don't you know I missed all the best years

Cause no one loves m
Cause no one loves me

Cause no one loves me

Your Love Keeps Me Waiting, Joey Diggs

In some other city somewhere,

The traffic still stops all the same

All the while, I still look out the window

Wishing, watching

Tops of buildings

thinking

INT. FAIRY WORLD MARKET

Oh Wanda–you look horrible.

Why thank you.

“Son of Sam”

So wait, I–

Hm?

Who does she think I am?

Whoever you are.

[beat]

Well–who am I, then?

Indeed.

You know, ever since Cosmo left, you haven't quite been the same.

Nobody's really “the same” as they ever were….

I heard he's been drinking.

He's–

[another flashback]

All my Love Phil Perry & Renee Rapp

–always been drinking.

MAN,

I CAN'T GO NOWHERE IN THIS BITCH

NOW I GOTTA WAIT

TILL THE END OF OCTOBER

TO MOVE AROUND NEW YORK WITHOUT SEEING

THIS

[Hello]

NIGGA .

I told you that was niggly nigga.

—and I told you, you were starstruck.

I'M NOT STARSTRUCK.

Somebody! Get him on ice!

Ice, Ice Baby…

What the hell is this?

Your uh –

It's the paperwork you asked for.

These are murder charges!

Manslaughter, technically.

“First degree murder.”

Oh, that one.

Yeah.

THIRD degree murder?

I thought that was separate–

What is even the difference?!

Did you get my–

QUIET. You shriveled old coon!

SO AM I UNDER ARREST?

No ,sir–

What?!

I mean, yes, but–

What is going on?

You're like–

You're filthy rich.

Yeah, but.

So like…

So, like–I'm not going to jail.

Oh.

No–yes.

No, you're definitely –

Definitely like eventually–

Definitely eventually going to jail.

Dammit!

But like–not today.

Oh…

Yeah, see.

So is it like.

I said that.

So is it–like–

I don't know.

On a wire?

I don't know, man.

Fuck fast fridays.

I'm right there with you.

This is the last one.

Yeah man.

Forshure. “Full figured”

Telepathy sucks.

He was my muse

By many man

For no other reason

Than that I cherished him

I was at fault

But none to blame

The wiser sense

that lied beyond

My reckoning

The wildest thoughts

Bloomed as fruit from trees

The nourishment

Of a greater cause

to die with forward

blinding light

Towards eternity

My music

Nothing greater shadow felt,

Some sense in tears,

Which would not fall

But rain, did, somewhere

Knowing that

I loved him

–and in my ways,

This was our world,

The meaning of it

Strewn to words

With listens;

Crafting tides and stardust

Out of wonder and confusion

lying scattered on the tracks

As I'd imagined,

Disrobed and also dishonored

A horror movie,

And no more judgements,

For it was over, and drunk

The water I had poured into hearts

The shadow that hung over

Like a gliding

::||pause.

–well wait, what kind of bird is that?

…A big one.

Alright, unpause.:||

Sparrow, with wings

that fly only so high,

for a while, as reminders

That all we,

Are earth bound,

And by beauty and with time,

Bound to one another.

(Respectively.)

I

V

Moonlight Becomes You, Johnny Mathis

This is getting pathetic.

Pathetic on my part, or the Illuminati's?

What's the difference.

–MONEY MONEY mO

NOBODY'S PAYING ME.

Yo, first of all–

[Hey.]

FUCK YOU,

CUT TO:

What did you say your name was again?

I want to thank you for your love, The Emotions

CHRIS ROCK

I THOUGHT I WAS NIGGLY NIGGA.

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